Sheriff Dad And Uncle Matt by Jackson Man

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Content notice: Relationship between cousins, drunk consensual sex, oral. Twink with jock.

Premise: Cousins Jake and Charlie are going to drink for the first time. While drunk, they decide to try on each other's boundaries. But what happens when they realize their games are not just games?

This chapter is in third-person. I legit jut forgot that Part I was in Charlie's perspective, didn’t notice until most of the chapter was done.

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Characters:

Charlie- Jake's cousin. 17, skinny, smooth, tall.

Jake- Charlie's cousin. 17, Beefy, hairy and a redhead.

Ben/Dad- Charlie's dad, mid-40s. A sheriff. Tall, fit and smooth.

Uncle Matt- Jake's dad, early 40s. A construction worker. A bear, hairy, a redhead.

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Jake's room was messy, even for Charlie's standards. And Charlie was kinda messy. Then again, most seventeen year old are.

The adrenaline Charlie had from the encounter on his Dad's studio was wearing down, so he was hoping the Hennessy would get him lit. Jake eyed him curiously, not accustomed to be the one with the low energy.

"Dude! We got here in like, half time it takes you." Charlie said as Jake poured what he eyeballed to be a shot into a plastic cup. "You noticed that, right? Man, my legs were just like -"

"Calm down, Rambo." Jake chuckled, smiling. Although it was his room that was littered with Army paraphernalia. He handed Charlie his drink and jumped bare foot into his bed. "You were very fast. I'm genuinely impressed."

Charlie, tallest of the two by half a foot, somehow preferred to sit on the edge of the bed with his back against the wall. Jake always laid on the bed and put his feet on top of Charlie’s lap.

Both teens smelled their and made faces. Jake felt unsure, Charlie was excited. "At the count of three?" Charlie said, eager.

"One." Jake said, his throat running dry. Ugh.

" - three!" Charlie didn't miss a beat. He gulped his cup and held his nose shut. Jake didn't expect that so chugged, playing catch-up.

The taste was not great. It was bad, actually. Truly awful. Both teens visibly gagged and Charlie had to shake off the bitterness. Jake absolutely hated it, but thought it awesome. His skin got goosebumps and the alcohol made his breathing feel funny.

"This is such shit!" Jake exclaimed, gagging. He then smiled. "And our dads drinks it for fun?"

Charlie cleared his throat- the after taste still hitting him. Then he looked at Jake. He smiled without knowing why. “Oh shit dude! You're turning red."

Jake looked at him confused, but when he got up to look in the mirror he understood. His face was flushing from the alcohol. "It's fucking hot in here!"

With that Jake put down his cup and took off his tank top hastily. He threw it on the floor, where it joined old underwear, dirty tank tops and military long socks. For a second Charlie was enthralled on his beefy cousin's hairy chest, but something click on his belly and he took off his shirt as well.

Jake laughed. "No shirts?"

"No shirts, man!"

"Awesome!"

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And like that they started drinking. Jake served them "a single shot" twice, and by the time they thought they were each on their third shot they were actually on their fifth. The ice in their cups have melted, their coke cans have gone flat.

Hennessy was liquid liquid courage, and both remained shirtless despite the cold night. Halfway through his third shot Jake picked up a dog tag from the wall and put it on his neck before slapping his chest and roaring.

He took note of every time Charlie stared at his chest while he talked. Charlie pretended to stare at his dog tag, but his eyes always drifted to his cousin’s pecs.

Charlie liked how pink he'd turn when caught. But Jake didn't mind. He liked it when his cousin would go out of his way to lean into him, or touch him, while playing Smash.

Charlie lost every match, but he didn't care. He was too distracted by his Jake's muscles, and the large feet on his lap. The night was going better that he could've ever expected -

"Oh fuck, fuck," Charlie said, his phone waking up from a text. It was his uncle. "Fuck. It's almost ten-"

Jake grunted as Charlie abruptly got up. "What're ju doing?" He asked. Charlie paced on the room. Jake asked again, and the lack of response annoyed him. He sucked air through his teeth.

"Your dad- text- they know-" Charlie noticed the Hennessy bottle. It was empty there was no way his dad wouldn't know that they took some. "We're fucked -"

Another text came through and Jake read it. "Yall dont break anything lol.” - sent an hour ago, just received.

"Charlie, my man," Jake laughed. The world spun when he got up and he wondered how Charlie was walking in circles. He called out his cousin's name again and nothing happened. It wasn't until Jake grabbed Charlie that he stopped.

Jake looked drunker than Charlie, like he had sneaked a shot on the low. Charlie's head spun. "Relax, cus. It's not even past ten."

"But your dad-"

"Shut it." He let go of Charlie and dropped into a wrestler stance. With his knees apart and his torso low Charlie could really see how good a body he had. His pecs were big, his shoulders even bigger. "Come on!"

"... OK, I'll calm down-"

Too late, for Jake was already reaching out to grab him. Charlie dodged just in time- then Jake went at it again. His large hand hit his shoulder with a slap, and Charlie felt lucky to get away. He dropped into wrestling stance, too. Jake loved to play.

He was always aggressive, hoping on grabbing Charlie by sheer luck rather than good form. That's why Charlie could always take him down.

They continued the game for a bit. Jake's power came from his size, so Charlie knew to just tire him out. Like clockwork, Jake would try to grab him with his right arm. Charlie would duck, then hit the top of Jake's head. He'd charge. His goal: grabbing Jake's arm, then his legs.

Jake knew he was defeated instantly- his own mass brought him down. He hit the floor hard and the night table shook. He felt thankful for the “dirty” clothes littering the floor – they absorbed most the blow. "Fucking -"

He breathed air through his teeth again. The dog tag had fallen into his face. He tried to shake his legs but Charlie immobilized him. "You always get me like that... I yield."

Charlie let go and slapped his thigh. "OK, beating you up did make me feel better." Jake smiled- that was the plan. Charlie helped him up. Behind Jake he saw a small green thing.

"What's that for?" Charlie stared at the floor. Lemon wedges and salt had dropped from the night table. Charlie picked them up- the lemons were still a bit cold. "You put lemons in the drink?"

Jake scratched the back of his head and his hairy armpit and hairy pecs were in full splendor.

"No- that's for- you know," Jake said, his words slurring a bit. His voice dropped an octave, sign of his nervousness. He licked his back of his free hand. "- and after licking the salt, you drink, and then finish with the lemon. I don't know what it's called."

"Oh yeah! If only we had tequila." Charlie said to himself. Then he added loudly. "Oh wait. You wanted to do it?"

He didn't mean to, but he chuckled. Jake fronted like a badass but he was still quite dorky and inexperienced.

"Sure, laugh," the redhead said, rolling his eyes. Charlie was tall and scrawny, taller and scrawnier that Jake would ever be. His jaw was razor sharp and he had such a nice body. And he was smart. Of course you don’t have to try, Jake thought. "I’ll be experienced by the time my birthday comes in July. But go, laugh."

"I didn't mean to laugh, Jake," Charlie said, picking a lemon wedge"… So, you wanna be ready for your birthday, right?"

Jake's alcohol flush had calmed down, leaving behind only the slightest blush on his small nose, like he was in a permanent state of blushing. Or fussiness.

"I can show you. How it's done. So when you turn 18th…” Charlie handed Jake the bottle of salt. At first the redhead hesitated, but ended up taking it.

"... Anyhow, am I supposed to believe you've gone to parties without me?" Jake said.

"I have other friends too, you know." Charlie said as both teens laid on the bed. Charlie held the bottle. Jake scuffed. He liked teasing Charlie. He liked teasing Charlie a lot. "Put some salt on your collarbone."

Jake got goosebumps from the tipsiness and laughed.

"Collarbone, ooh, fancy," Jake said to himself. He played with his chest hair as his hand climbed up his chest. He was impressed at how bumped he was from wrestling. The dog tag felt warm.

Charlie was proper skinny. Strong, yeah, but without the width or mass that Jake accumulated through lifting and junk food. Salt fell down his collarbone, into the bed. He was messy.

He was expecting Charlie to stop, and say it was a joke. But he didn’t. So he picked a lemon wedge. "Fuck, dude we're so drunk. You really gonna do it?"

"Don't you want me to?" Charlie asked, getting on top of him.

"Yea, I do actually." The redhead relaxed back into the bed. It was Charlie’s turn to be nervous.

"So uh, I gotta chug, then lick, then eat the lime, right?"

"Thought you've done it before, Charles." Charlie rolled his eyes, but he played along.

With that said, Charlie put the bottle to his lips. His Adam's apple swung up and down his well-defined neck as he swallowed. Some Hennessy rolled down his butt chin into Jake's torso. He shook after finishing his gulp.

"You do the shot and -" He started explaining to himself. The taste was so strong Charlie had to close his eyes. So while he meant to aim for Jake’s collarbone, he got to Jake’s nipples.

Jake felt goosebumps on Charlie's skin. Those goosebumps would become his own when he felt Charlie's breath rustling the hair on his pecs.

His cousin's tongue was warm and big. Wetness moved up his pecs into his collarbone as Charlie tried to find the salt. Air escaped Jake’s lips in a gasp. At first from surprise, then from pleasure.

Charlie's tongue tickled his sharp collarbone as he tried to get as much salt as possible. His lips kissed the flesh; his hands grabbed unto Jake’s muscles. His ears ran red for the first time in a while.

It felt like a teasing game, but also very, very good. His free hand instinctively grabbed the back of Charlie's head and held him there as Charlie licked his collarbone. Then the skinny boy dug himself between the pecs of his red head cousin.

The soft red hairs felt good against Charlie’s smooth skin. He couldn’t get enough of Jake’s smell, and his hairy chest.

It was here that Jake realized he had a final prank to pull.

“Give me the lemon,” He said, after getting up. His face was red, his lips looked even more pinkish.

"Cumget it,” Jake slurred, the lemon wedge inside his lips. The skin tasted sour against his tongue, but the shock on Charlie's face was worth it. He wouldn’t dare, Jake thought.

But he did. He sighed loudly then went in for a kiss.

Jake was stunned, even though secretly he wanted it to happen. Truthfully, both Charlie and Jake thought the other would stop the game. And both were glad neither did.

Charlie lips met his, his tongue wrestled with his for the lemon. Charlie won because Jake let him.

“I told you I could-” Charlie said after sucking on the lemon. He threw it away, then looked down. He laid on top of his cousin, their bodies touching each other.

Charlie was the one that reached out first. The two began kissing again, this time not as a game but an honest display of their attraction to the other.

Charlie was the one controlling the kiss. When his hips thrust, Jake knew which way so their bulges touched. Jake liked laying back, letting the kissing happen to him. Then he pulled away.

"Fuck, I'm sorry man- It was a joke-"

"I'm having fun. Aren't you?" As Charlie tried to get up Jake locked him by crossing his legs, like a wrestling move. He felt adrenaline rushing through his body for doing something taboo. His heart was beating so fast, it was no wonder what his dick was so hard. Just like Charlie’s. "I think you're having fun too."

Charlie knew they shouldn’t. It wasn’t something cousins did. He wrestled with Jake, but didn’t budge. He saw his hand mark on his cousin's torso, the wet spots where his tongue had just been. He wanted this for so long- but why was he complicating -

"I’m thinking why we shouldn’t-"

"Stop thinking."

He broke away from his cousin’s grasp and started drifting downwards.

Charlie took a few steps back, mesmerized by the way Jake's thick fingers felt through his abs, down his belly. It tickled when his fingers found a way inside the seams of his shorts, dragging them down.

Jake was surprised to learn that Charlie shaved. His skin was completely smooth and trimmed. He wonder why, but decided to put that away. His real focus on the bulge.

By the time he was kneeling on the floor only the base of Charlie’s dick. He could’ve guessed Charlie was big, given that Uncle Ben was big. But he could never imagine that Charlie looked huge.

After a last pull Charlie’s underwear came off. An uncut 8 inch cock jumped out. It was thicker than Charlie's wrist, and it curved upwards, guiding Jake's eyes up. The lack of pubes made it looked even bigger.

Charlie’s cock guided Jake up. From his knees Charlie looked the size of his dad - so big and intimidating. The moon highlighted his abs, the way his nipples pumped out of his chests. His shoulders were well defined. Charlie himself looked down, biting his lip.

"Stop thinking," Jake said to himself, looking back at the huge cock. Could it even fit him? He licked his lips and opened his mouth.

"Fu..." Charlie said, lowly as his dick entered the lips of his cousin. It rubbed against the top of his mouth, sliding slowly until it hit a wall at the throat- that felt good.

Jake continued slowly sucking on half the shaft with joy. He loved the way the cock felt against his tongue, he loved the fullness it gave. Charlie had such a good smell, and the way his smooth skin felt against his face when he thrust drove him wild.

Jake noticed Charlie's hand hovering against his head and chuckled. He grabbed it and placed it against his head. Charlie moaned and immediately pulled on his cousin’s hair. He started thrusting more and more, the same he saw his uncle do to his dad.

What Charlie forgot is that this was Jake’s first time too, so he thrust too deep and made Jake cough.

"Go slower," he said with the cock out of his mouth. His jaw was beginning to tense, but Jake never backed down from a challenge.

"Sorry, sorry. You feel so good, cus."

Charlie closed his eyes really tight when Jake started sucking on his head again. This time he inserted the tip of his tongue between his foreskin and started making circles. The alcohol made the situation seem surreal, but feel so good.

He wanted to be careful but couldn't resist going deeper and deeper with ever thrust. He wanted to feel every inch of his cousin's mouth. His lips felt so tender, his tongue so wet and sloppy. He heard his cousin gag but he didn't stop.

With one hand Charlie was playing with Jake’s balls. The other explored Charlie's torso. Truthfully, Charlie didn't even realize. His head felt so good, so intense, so near the edge, that he couldn’t think of anything else. It wasn't until he felt a sharp pinch on his abs that he stopped.

He pulled away and took sharp breathes. Jake started coughing at him and stared at him with intense eyes. The dog tag and green bed sheets made him look like a soldier. Jake had finished wiping away saliva with the back of his hand that he said, full eye-contact, "harder."

Charlie went back to work. He moved past the roof of the mouth into the back of the throat with ease. He moved in and out with a drive so natural and primitive he didn't even know he had. He wondered how good his uncle felt inside his dad’s throat.

He pushed Jake’s head down and his dick moved deeper into a much tight area. He heard Jake gag, but every time he tried to back down he felt like he was being pulled back in.

Charlie felt Jake's hand on the cusp of his ass. His grip increased in intensity as Charlie fucked his cousin’s face harder and harder. He felt Jake's nose exhaling at the base of his penis.

Finally, Jake surrounded himself to the moment and held his breath. He felt incredible pressure on his dick. The head was throbbing against his basketball shorts, and he felt wet everywhere.

Charlie felt the same thing, but wasn’t able to control himself. He really, really felt the need to piss. He tried to pull out real quick, but he felt Jake’s throat close around his head again. He shot three times inside Jake’s throat, and twice in the very center of his tongue.

His legs were too shaky for him. He fell back into bed. Jake remained kneeling on the floor, catching his breath and swallowing.

Charlie's head remained in the clouds, his legs still shaking from pleasure, as Jake got up. His toes felt so tight inside his socks. He felt so good and alive, and so relaxed.

The redhead turned to his cousin with a triumphant smile. Leftover cum remained on his lips and he looked like he just won a wrestling match.

"You did say faster," Charlie said, his hand playing with Jake’s hairy chest.

"You really liked it, cus." Jake said. He put his hand behind his head and Charlie leaned into his open armpit. He looked down at Jake's feet and saw that his toes were curling in the air. There was a tent inside his shorts, with lots of precum leaking.

"You really liked it," Charlie said. He put the palm of his hand on top of the tent and Jake moaned. He was so sensitive he squirmed the whole time Charlie was removing his basketball shorts. Charlie saw Jake’s camouflage brief. The bulge was big, and the pool of precum even bigger. "He really liked it."

The briefs were so tight his head was completely visible. It was wide, helmet-like. And at the very tip was a pool of precum. All without him even touching himself!

Charlie fingers carefully took off Jake's briefs. He had a jungle of red pubes, and Charlie realized that he's never seen a razor in Jake's restroom.

He was uncut, like him, and around 7 inches. The head was glistening with precum, and the shaft constantly throbbing. A nice thick vein cut through the side. It truly was a saliva-producing dick.

And Charlie did not hesitate to get started. Like his dad, he licked the head first before putting inside his mouth. The redhead immediately cursed out loud and thrust deeper, catching Charlie by surprised.

Jake's wrestler hands held his skinny cousin without much effort. He loved feeling of Charlie's lips against the ridge of his head. Even while receiving the blowjob he still fantasized about sucking dick.

He imagined himself as a rookie in training, being used by a sergeant. By men who were taller, stronger, more muscular than him. He wanted the good feeling to last forever. He wanted to do this with Charlie every day- how could they not?

It was thinking about Charlie that led Jake to finish without any signal. Charlie’s mouth was filled with cum in seconds, so thought it was payback since he had just done the same. The taste was sweet at first as it was mostly precum. Then it was dense, and sticky, covering all of his mouth. He struggled with the taste so much that he grabbed Jake's hairy leg and pinched him without meaning to.

"Hey, watch it man!" Jake said. It was kinda hot seeing Charlie gag and shake. It was like he was taking a shot.

Charlie felt good. By the time he returned back into his cousin’s arms he already was missing the cock.

"You're fucking glowing, Jake," Charlie said. And he was. He was sweaty, but look like he could take on the world. Like he beat Charlie at wrestling twice in a row.

He started fantasizing about sucking Charlie’s cock once again and realized that Charlie was still hard. And so was Jake! Both teens were still hard, and sweaty. Their cocks seemingly pointed at each other.

"Hey, you think --?" He pointed at Charlie's cock, then his own.

"Round two?"

"Round two."

"Awesome!”

***

"Knock knock," Matt said while barging into his son's room without knocking, or waiting for a reply. "Can I get y'all- Oh, Charlie already left?"

Jake woke up from fantasizing about what just happened and rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Yeah he left like ten minutes ago on my bike."

"Oh I could've drove him back."

"I dunno. Jake shrugged and looked up from his phone. His buzz turning into sleepiness. His dad's red beard was messy, his hair even messier. Must've been a very windy ride. Although it wasn't that windy out, Jake thought. He didn't really care- he wished he had some food.

"Um. So, I got you some Chinese, son," Matt said, scratching the beard that his brother Ben had just messed up. He knew how to deal with Ben when he was fussy (fuck the shit out of him). But his own son was a mystery.

"Thanks, dad." Jake said, getting up. Matt saw that he was wearing a surprisingly well-kept boxer brief. Is that new? he thought. Then shrugged. "I'll go eat with you downstairs."

Jake smiled for the first time since the conversation began.

Almost home, Charlie rode his cousin's bicycle wearing cum-stain briefs that did not belong to him. Inside his shirt he had a bottle of watered Hennessy. His cousin's dog tag dangled on his neck when the grass got patchy.

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Hey y’all! If you’ve got any feedback let me know at JacksonTheMan@protonmail.com. Was the start too slow? Am I too wordy sometimes? Let me know.

I’ve got like two chapters planned out, since the feedback from you all have been so nice! Thanks.