Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2015 14:01:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: The Tradition

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*****

It just got better and better between us. We'd always been pretty tight,
and being introduced to this new level of closeness as big, randy young
teenagers, up here at the lake house, had set us on an incredible path
these past twenty-some years. Brought us closer. Truly bonded us.

The outdoor shower enclosure hadn't been here when we first came up, when
Dad first inherited the place. But one inside bathroom between four big,
burly, sweaty guys wasn't cutting it, especially when us three kids tried
to cram in there together - which was fun in its own way, but if we were
really gonna play, make the most of our time together, we needed room to
move. Room to fuck. Room to do everything three incredibly horny
football-playing brothers could do up here, in the quiet, sexy isolation of
the mountains, while our hunky Dad watched us approvingly. Doing the things
he'd taught us individually over the years, until we were all old enough,
all initiated into this longstanding family tradition, to do it together.

I watched my little brothers go deep now, big, hunky, hairy chunks of
muscled beef. Making out like they'd done that first time, once Dad had
ushered young Brad into the main bedroom where me and Max were lazily,
sloppily making out on the big old bed. Seeing Brad's big young cock
throbbing upright as Dad stroked his broad shoulders that incredible day he
first became part of this, kissing his thick young neck as he watched his
big brothers make out, and then invite him to join us with big, excited,
lusty grins.

Max was licking his spit out of Brad's thick dark beard now, stroking the
furry plates of his big pecs, distracting our baby bro from his eager
sucking of my big brother cock, but I didn't mind one bit. Never had. It
was a pleasure to watch them go at it, then find a way to insert myself,
feel their eager, receptive, loving hands and mouths on my own big, thick
body. The way my boys did now, eager teen jock studs like me and their
uncles had been, and as deep into our horny, secret family tradition as we
had been. Fuck, sometimes I thought my guys were falling in love with each
other, and the thought just tweaked my big Dad dick even more.

Now I knew how our Dad had felt, how he'd encouraged Max and Brad to
explore that kind of bond. How hot it was for all of us to see my youngest
brothers dating on the sly, trying out the boyfriend thing. I wasn't the
least bit jealous - we still had bro-time, and it gave me and Dad the
opportunity to boyfriend it up a little ourselves. Fuck, I loved that
guy. Really loved him. Told him so. Wished he was still here to be with me,
a divorced father of two big hunky young jocks myself now, wishing me and
Dad were still a couple like we used to be. Making love in our bed, while
my younger brothers did the same in theirs. Deep in kinky, incestuous love
with each other.

Max was divorced too - I don't think the whole straight, married thing was
in any of our genes. We were all too man-lusty for that shit, even though
Max had managed a couple of kids from his marriage too. Big, happy,
healthy, eager dudes, just a bit younger than my guys were, and just as
into each other too. Sleeping off their rowdy night of brother lovemaking
in the big loft bedroom inside, sprawled out on the two king mattresses
we'd put up there for playtimes, alongside my sons. The four of them had
gone at hit hard while me and my brothers reconnected in the bedroom
downstairs, laughing and feeling that paternal pride as our big boys went
deep together on our first night of this year's men's trip.

I pulled Brad up to kiss, a long lusty, wet exchange of tongues, then
pushed him gently back into Max's big arms. Watched them slowly make out,
like the lovers they'd reverted to being. My baby brothers, trying out the
couple thing again now, older and wiser and deeper into each other than
ever. Well, not so much a couple. We'd talked about it excitedly before the
trip, late-night Skype chats hundreds of miles apart, naked and perving out
on each other, on our crazy hot taboo family life and love. About trying
things out together, the three of us, what I'd heard called a triad. Us and
our big horny sons, all together as one happy, hunky, intimate family of
men. Teaching our eager sons how close family could be, if it was
right. The dream Dad had shared with us when we'd become young fathers
ourselves. I still shivered at the intensity of it.

From upstairs above us, through the open attic window, I heard deep voices,
Moans. The unmistakable, beautiful sounds of young male sex starting up all
over again. I smiled, leaned back against the shower enclosure and watched
my brother-lovers, listened to our sons, and stroked my big dick. Then
stepped in and joined my brothers, my men, my partners, and the three of us
became one all over again.