Sheriff Dad And Uncle Matt by Jackson Man

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Content notice: peeping tom/voyeur, brothers, cousins.

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Characters:

Dad/Ben, younger brother: Town’s sheriff, mid-40s.

Uncle Matt, older brother: Construction worker, late-40s. Red-head.

Charlie: Protagonist, Ben’s kid, 17.

Jake: Matt’s kid, 17. Red-head.

Premise: Dad and easy-going Uncle Matt always drink at home on Fridays while their sons bullshit back at Matt’s. But what does meek discovers when he sneaks into his dad’s studio?

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"Okay, so repeat to me what the plan is," My cousin Jake whispered as we crouched by the birch trees viewing my house. A summer night breeze swept his loose tank top, showing me his growing pecs. I stared at the new red hair growing on his chest - could’ve swore they weren’t there last week. He hit me in the shoulder, breaking spell his body somehow had on me. "Hello??? Earth to Charles?"

"Alright, alright!" I grunted caressing my warm shoulder. He smiled like a dumbass, with his dimples bringing softness to his square face. I exhaled and looked back at my house - dad's studio on the second floor, in particular. "I'll climb up porch, crawl into my dad's studio, steal a bottle of hen-ne-ssey, and -"

"- I’ll bike us back to my house. Then we get lit, and return it before they even stop drinking." He stretched his arms casually, as if he's got the world figured out. I wasn’t so sure, but I loved staring at his strong biceps. "We have hours before my dad comes pick you up. Come on, Charlie.”

"... I’m supposed to do ALL of that without either my dad - a literal cop - or yours hearing me..." I finished.

“Yes!” He finished, sure of himself. Of us. The plan was all his own, but I was the one who volunteered to go steal the bottle. Jake was always more out-going than me and I only agreed to prove that I was also fun. I didn’t want to be the boring cousin.

He grabbed me from behind and pulled me into a head lock.

“You fucker-“ I started saying as he teased my hair. His bare skin felt nice against mine, and he smelled real good. I wrapped my leg around his and we both fell on the ground laughing. His hot body was on top of mine while the cool grass chilled my back.

“It's gonna be uh-mazing. Stop being a goody goody, cus," He laughed some more, his face mere inches from mine. His breath had just the hint of Listerine. His blue eyes scanned my face slowly. “Sometimes you just gotta take chances, man.”

He stood up on and offered me his hand. We worked out together and despite being shorter than me, it was clear he’d win in a fight. I liked that.

I felt a warm in my belly, like I laughed too much, and his body being so close to mine made me blush, but I never knew why. But Jake was right. Right? "Ok but what if Dad catches me. Or yours!" I dusted my clothes and stared at my big house again.

"Just say - I don't know. You'll think of something!" He pushed into the backyard with the tips of his fingers. Another summer breeze came - I got goosebumps. From behind me I could hear Jake say,

"They won't even know you're there!"

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Climbing up was easy, but getting Dad's window to open from the outside was hard. I could hear Dad and Uncle Matt laughing rowdily downstairs. The TV on. Both were single dads, so they met up every Friday night to drink at Dad’s. Which meant they were too drunk to hear me. Right?

Dad’s window finally opened and the TV covered the noise. Yes! I climbed in feet first, supporting myself with his desk, then I looked for a footing -

Fuck!

Papers started flying as I stumbled down. My ass hurt when I hit the cold floor.

Quickly I stood up. I knew Jake was probably laughing his ass off -

I heard a laughter track from the TV downstairs but... Dad and Matt were suddenly silent. Too silent...

Fuck! Fuck! I knew it was a bad idea. Jake's ideas always were. I entered full on panic mode. My eyes darted across the room and focused on Dad's open alcohol bar. I grabbed a random bottle -

Lights footsteps on the staircase. My ass was done. So done.

I could already picture Jake’s freckled, beefy face and his handsome, dumb smirked as teased me for getting caught -- Fuck no! There was no way in hell I'd let myself get caught.

A surge of adrenaline hit me. I held the cold bottle to my chest and felt my ears running red. There was another desk in the corner of the room, covered in a table cloth. It was dimmed enough that the cloth could cover me -

Footsteps, right outside. I crawled in, pushing my back against the cold wall. The cloth swayed with the breeze. The door was shoved open.

"Who's in there?!" My barefoot dad entered, scanning the room. He grunted at the open window and the messy papers.

"Calm down, Rambo. It's just the wind, see?" They both sounded fairly drunk, with Uncle Matt slurring a bit - which wasn't rare for him drinking. "You're always way too high-strung for your own good, Ben," Uncle Matt’s voice was deeper, being older by a few years.

"Charlie must've forgotten to lock the window," Dad walked to the window and I heard it slam shut.

I couldn’t see more than the feet, which meant they couldn’t see me. Right?

"Yeah right, blame poor Charlie. You always used to forget to close them when you were little," Uncle Matt said. The door was shut, then locked. For a big man he was surprisingly light footed. Dad, though, he thundered with every step. “You blamed me back then. Dipshit."

“Fuck you!” Dad exclaimed and both men laughed. “Man, those were the day.”

“No jobs. Living together... Ya know, nothing says we can’t get those days beck, Benny.”

They went quiet and I could hear dad’s loud breathing slow down. Their hands were on each other but I didn’t know what they were doing. Dad stepped back, towards the desk, and Matt followed. I felt my belly turn warm.

A shirt was unbuttoned and I heard Matt chuckle to himself. Dad mumbled something -

I had to see what was going on, so I moved the cloth out of the way.

Uncle Matt was a bear of a red head, tall with broad shoulders and somewhat of a belly - a true Irish lumberjack. He had his large hand inside dad’s shirt, massaging his shoulders. And dad - well, he’s been a cop most of his life and he’s got the confidence and authority that comes from carrying a gun.

Dad towered over Uncle Matt at 6’2. Where Uncle Matt was broad and heavy, Dad was tall and built. The dimmed moon light highlighted Dad’s sharp cheekbone and butt-chin. Despite being able to grow a mean beard like Uncle Matt, Dad shaved every morning.

Dad huffed, like they’ve had this discussion before. “Alright, alright....”

“Really, Ben. I can sell my place. You know Jakey and Charlie already get along and -”

“The local drunk moving in with the sheriff. Wouldn’t that be something.”

“The local drunk IS the sheriff, silly,” Uncle Matt joked and Dad broke into a roaring laugh. The two remained in silent, lots unsaid.

Uncle Matt continued massaging his shoulder but Dad shrugged him off. But Uncle Matt kept insisting until they got locked into a play-fight that I haven't seen them do. Whenever Uncle Matt tried to touch dad, he would be shrugged away ; when Dad tried to move away, Matt would shove him right back against the desk.

“Enough,” Dad said. But Uncle Matt didn’t stop. Dad’s frown was stern, and heavy, so I couldn’t tell if they were playing or not. Eventually, Dad grabbed Uncle Matt by the back of his red head and pulled it back.

“Take it easy, sheriff.” Uncle Matt said calmly.

Dad's jaw tensed up, his tight jaw muscles were visible. He really was a handsome, rough man. His grey eyes scanned my uncle’s face. Uncle Matt hands grabbed Dad’s shirt, pulling it up until his abs were exposed -

Dad grabbed Uncle Matt by his collarbone and shoved him against the desk. They switched position until his back was against me, and Uncle Matt’s was facing my direction. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. The things you do to me, Matt-“

Out of nowhere Dad let go of Matt and dropped to the floor swiftly, like it was the only thing he's been wanting to do the whole day. I heard Uncle Matt chuckled. He looked pleased with himself as he unbuttoned the rest of his plaid flannel. Meanwhile, Dad focused on un tightening his belt and I heard Uncle Matt's zip unlock.

I let go of the cloth in shock, blocking my view. Dad and Uncle Matt were always, you know, close but this? Was this some sort of prank? I felt dirty - but had the biggest boner inside my pants.

"Fuck, Ben -" Uncle Matt exhaled sharply. Then I heard a slick wet sound. It was rhythmic, and it echoed around my ears. Precum started leaking into my pants.

I moved the cloth out of the way, just enough for moonlight to hit my eye.

Uncle Matt’s shirt was on the floor. His hairy chest was fucking hot. Wild red hair rose from everywhere. He was a big man, fit from years of construction work. His biceps were huge, big enough to carry me, and his belly even bigger.

So big that Dad had to use hold it up to deepthroat his brother’s cock. I’ve seen Uncle Matt naked before, and it was hot. But nothing prepared to see his hard cock. He was a true grower, with his cock reaching 8, maybe 9 inches. It was thick, like the man himself, with lots of hot vein action. At the base were his large balls and coarse red pubes everywhere.

Dad was totally going to town. He would lean into so deeply into Uncle Matt’s that his red pubes would scratch his face. His hands were inside his pajamas pants and he was jerking himself with eagerness.

I didn’t understand - Dad was always commanding and stubborn, so to see him service Matt like that made my throat dry. Uncle Matt was always fun and easy-going, always under Dad’s thumbs. I mean, Matt would cook for us. It didn’t make sense that Dad was the one sucking -

“Fuck my throat.” Dad commanded while staring at Uncle Matt’s glistening dick. Dad pulled his foreskin back, exposing the pink head. He opened his mouth and let out his tongue. With that Uncle Matt put both of his large hands behind dad’s face and pushed him into his crotch. He cursed out loud and held him there.

Dad moaned with his mouth full and started jerking his own cock super fast - faster than even I’d do when thinking about Jake. After a few seconds he tried to pull back, with his toned body trying to pull away. His one free hand reached to Matt’s large pec and played with his supple nipple.

Matt chuckled as he shook his dead. As dad tried to back off he put his leg over my dad’s shoulder, completely immobilizing him. Uncle Matt’s hairy thigh completely covered dad’s head from my angle - it was fucking hot to see my muscle, hard ass father be treated like a common whore. I could hear his moans turn to groans but Uncle Matt simply started thrusting.

Dad’s thick fingers started pinching Uncle Matt’s nipple very hard - but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it might’ve edged him on. Which was dad’s plan, for sure.

Eventually Uncle Matt laughed and pulled his leg off Dad. Both his hands let go and Dad’s broke free.

Dad coughed and jerked himself. Saliva ran down his butt-chin and strong jaw, which I also had. It was easy to picture Jake and I in that same position. He leaned back into Uncle Matt, and caressed his belly. “Fucker-“

Uncle Matt slapped Dad lightly with his huge cock. Dad went quiet, and looked up. “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you for being so mean tonight,” Uncle Matt said pushing his 9 inch cock into Dad’s lips.

Dad smiled. “You fucking-“

Uncle Matt shoved his cock back into Dad and shook his head - it was like dad couldn’t help himself. This time, though, he started fucking his face right away. He put his leg over dad’s shoulder, and really had him in a lock. Dad meanwhile kept jerking his own dick fiercely, like he just couldn’t get enough.

Eventually, dad started gripping Uncle Matt’s pecs with anger. Really digging into it, and yanking his hair - he must’ve been running out of air.

When Uncle Matt let him go he went into a coughing fit again.

“You’ve calmed down, boy?” Uncle Matt looked down at my father as he slapped his cock slightly against his sharp cheekbone.

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir,” Dad said, his eyes showing how much in heaven he was. His hands ran up and down uncles muscular hairy legs. He stared at my uncle’s cock like he couldn’t believe that has been fucking his throat for the past few minutes.

“Want me to fuck your arse, boy?”

“Sir yes sir,” Dad said, getting closer to my Uncle on his knees. He looked almost pathetic.

“Get your ass up, Benny.”

Uncle Matt pulled Dad up and pressed him against the desk, face first.

Dad moaned as his torso hit the desk. It shook so much that papers fell out, but none of them paid any mind.

Uncle Matt slapped dad’s ass and pulled down his pajama pants, underwear as well. Dad’s ass was muscular and rounded ; hairless and smooth. Without being told Dad opened up his legs, and with two of his hands he pulled his cheeks apart. It felt wrong but I couldn’t look away.

I heard Uncle Matt chuckle, but he didn’t move. He simplied caressed Dad’s ass, pushing finger thumb against the hole. Dad’s face was still against the desk, and he moaned.

“All that theatrics just to get fucked in the arse,” Uncle Matt said with a laugh. Dad acted all macho, and mean, but in reality he just wanted to be dominated.

Dad grunted as Uncle Matt started fucking his hole with his thumb. Uncle Matt had huge hands - I knew because when we watched movies he’d cover my face when sex scenes came. His hands could probably break Jake in two - and he was beefy. I couldn’t even imagine how dad was liking it.

But he was - His moans were quiet, but the way his toes pushed against the floor was unmistakable. He was enjoying getting fingered.

Uncle Matt moved so that he was completely behind Dad, his giant shoulders and love handles towering over my father. His ass was round, bigger than dad’s, and hairier - I wish I could play with it.

I heard Uncle Matt spit. He put both his hands on Dad’s hips and -

The table cloth draped over my eye. I leaned back into the wall, out of breath. I touched my crotch and my precum had soaked into my denim jeans. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why was I enjoying this? Jake was different - he was my cousin. And super hot. But why was I so into seeing Dad get fucked? Well, dad was also super hot. He was muscular, and big, and his laugh was very deep. He should be the one fucking my uncle. My ears felt hot - very, very hot.

Dad cursed, loudly. I heard the desk shake, and Uncle Matt moaned. The desk kept shaking and Dad groaned with every shake.

“You’re so fucking soft, Ben,” Uncle Matt whispered. I couldn’t hold it any more - I had to see what was going on. I moved the cloth until there was a crack.

Uncle Matt’s body was completely on top of Dad, suffocating him. Even his hairy legs were wrapped around Dad’s muscular ones. I could see Uncle Matt’s giant balls swinging back and forth as he thrusted deeper and deeper into Dad, hitting his thighs.

Dad seemed to be on a head lock - like the one Jake loved to put me in. His head was confined between Uncle Matt’s beefy bicep and hairy armpit. He moaned with every thrust, and his tongue was out. He looked like a dog in heat.

“Faster - gah - faster,” Dad pleaded between short breaths. Uncle Matt pounded his ass until he was balls-deep. I couldn’t believe that 9 inch of Irish cock was really inside my masculine, cop dad. My throat ran dry.

Suddenly Uncle Matt stopped and took a few steps back. “Where - you going? Keep fucking-“ Dad said, his torso suddenly free. He looked back at Uncle Matt, who pushed his head back into the desk.

“Shut up,” Matt said in a deep voice. He must’ve been close, because Uncle Matt almost never gets serious like that. With his forearm he held Dad down, and with the other he pulled dad’s body back. After they adjusted I could see Dad’s cock swinging in the air.

His dick was large, probably even bigger than my Uncle’s. Thicker, definitely. He had the cock of real bull. I often daydreamed about it. So why was he the bottom? Precum was flowing out of his head, just like it was flowing out of mine.

Uncle Matt’s cock instinctively found its way to dad’s gapping hole. With a single thrust he was balls deep again. Dad screamed into his forearm, decidedly following Uncle Matt’s directions of being quiet. As Matt started thrusting into him I saw that his low-hanging balls were hitting dad’s own balls - fucking hot!

Something must’ve clicked inside Uncle Matt. Before he was yearning, but caring. Suddenly he became brutal, almost animalistic, with his fucking. He really let Dad have it, with each thrust pushing the desk into the wall, making even the windows shake. Even the mini bar when I stole the bottle from was shaking.

Uncle Matt looked and sounded like he was having the best fuck of his life - there was no way Dad was enjoying this, I thought.

A single “Fuck!” Filled the room. Uncle Matt quickly took Dad and pulled his torso back, like a camel clutch. As Dad was getting stretched, and Uncle Matt was fucking him balls-deep, Dad’s 10 inch cock started leaking so much cum I thought he was pissing.

Dad cursed between his closed teeth and thick cum started coming out of his dick. He shot once, and then again and again, until he’s shot five times in total. Some went into the desk, other went hit his own thigh and legs. Most went right to the floor.

“Fuck,” Dad said looking back to Uncle Matt. Matt smiled and kept pounding. It was like he was waiting for Dad’s signal because he came maybe a minute later. He was much aggressive than Dad. He grabbed and pulled Dad back,and bit him in the shoulder. He roared into Dad’s flesh as he thrusted deep, and stayed there. I saw his ass flex, and his balls contract, as he inserted his seed deep into his brother.

Dad grunted from the pain and Uncle Matt let him go. He drilled him rapidly a few seconds after, then pulled out. Some cum came out, hitting the floor - right where Dad’s own cum had pulled.

“You always make me sweat, Benny,” Uncle Matt said, walking back. Dad laughed, and nodded. He put his arms around Uncle Matt, and they kissed. This time there was no anger or rush - they simply kissed. It was a long, sensuous kiss and I could only wonder what it felt like. Jake and I were kiss virgins.

Dad broke away, his own face sweaty, and then put his face by Uncle Matt’s armpit.

Matt raised his arm and let Dad sniff. The room smelled of sex and sweat - and I liked it. Uncle Matt laughed and pushed Dad away. I let the table cloth fall again, hiding.

The door unlocked, and I saw Uncle Matt’s feet leave the room. Dad remained alone, his own toes still pushing on the floor from enjoinment. He exhaled sharply, then laugh. He opened the window, and left the room as well.

I heard the door lock from the outside. Then waited maybe a minute to come out. I heard downstairs the shower running, and the TV’s volume raising.

I came out from under the desk, thinking about what I just saw - fucking hot. My fingers were so tight around the bottle that it hurt to loosen them.

The pool of cum seemed bigger up close. It was my dad’s and uncle’s juices mixed together. I knew I should just get the fuck out out of there but I had to stare at the desk.

The sweat mark that my father left was still there- although fading. On the floor I could see the outline of his size 13 feet. Uncle Matt’s beard oil smell still lingered -

My eyes focused on Dad’s cum on the floor. I knew it was wrong, but I scooped some with my index finger and, without thinking, swallowed it. The mixture tasted strong, but I couldn’t really decipher the taste.

I just knew it tasted good, and needed more of it.

“You think the kids alright?” I heard Uncle Matt say. The shower had stopped running. Fuck. My cue to leave.

I climbed over the desk where my dad was just fucked. I noticed marks where the desk and the wall met- marks that could only come from the desk pounding against the wall over time.

My throat was no longer dry. Images of Dad with Uncle Matt, and of Jake, rolled through my mind. I wanted, no, I was going to fuck them all.

***

Jake was waiting for me by the grass, slightly anxious.

“What took so long?” He says, and his eyes shone when I showed him the Hennessy. I say nothing as I mount his bicycle. “You driving?”

“Yes, come on, let’s go,” I say, my foot on the pedal. He kissed the bottle and got on behind me. His arms were ticklish as he held on to me and we started moving. Destination: his house. Uncle Matt’s house.

“Did they see you?” He asks behind my ear. The bottle separates his belly from my back, and he leans forward until I felt pecs on the back of my head.

“Nah, you were right, cuz. They didn’t even know I was there.”

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Send me any comments to JacksonTheMan@Protonmail.com. What did you think about Charlie eating his dad’s cum? No gonna lie, I was unsure whether to keep it or not.

There’s definitely going to be a second chapter after this but I’m not sure how much after that. Depends on what y’all say!