Date: Thu, 09 Feb 2023 16:37:48 +0000
From: Trip <writeordie2@proton.me>
Subject: Uncle Oliver's Cabin: Chapter 1 (Gay incest/rural)

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******

Slowly opening my eyes, I looked out the window from my bed to see
snowflakes floating down gently from the sky as I attempted to wake
myself up on that brisk, Christmas Day morning. Through my sleep induced
haze, I reached over to my left, only taking a moment to realize that
both my little nephew and his father, my brother, were no longer lying
next to me in bed. Grasping for consciousness, I finally awoke to the
sound of Christmas music, followed by the jovial sound of giggling coming
down the hall from the living room.

Rubbing my eyes as I struggled to awaken from my peaceful slumber, I sat
up in bed, swinging my long legs out from under the covers to let them
dangle over the side of the mattress. Scanning the floor as I bent over,
I immediately spotted the blue pair of briefs that I had worn for only a
short period of time the night before. Grabbing them off the floor, I
slide the under garment over my feet, smirking happily as I recalled how
the large precum stain located directly in the center of the crotch had
got there the night before.

Pulling my underwear up over my long cock, ample sized balls and firm,
bare ass, I put my arms upward to stretch, yawning quietly as I steadily
made my way down the hall towards the living room of my secluded rural
home.

Entering the cozy, living space within the large, open structure of the
remodeled cabin where I had grown up, the home where I now lived with my
brother and his son, I couldn't help but focus my eyes on the brightly
lit spectacle that suddenly appeared before me.

Directly in my line of sight stood a tall evergreen tree, decorated with
festive bulbs, lights and pieces of tinsel that twinkled brightly in the
morning sunlight. Underneath the tree, sat a myriad of gifts; far too
many for only three people, really. This was a fact that led me to
believe I'd get a lecture later on from my brother, telling me how I went
overboard this holiday season and that I was spoiling my nephew. An
interesting perspective to take since I knew he would conveniently
remember to say nothing about the many gifts I got for him this holiday
season.

Squatting down on his haunches beside the tree in a pair of holiday
themed boxers and socks was my older brother, Luke. At 35 years old, he
was still the handsome, tall, fit, athlete I grew up with as a child.
Though he had a few strands of gray in his shock of reddish-brown hair,
and his belly was a little more round due to the pints of lager he
enjoyed drinking on a fairly regular basis, I still couldn't help but get
wood whenever he slid up against me in bed so that I could gaze into his
warm brown eyes; a tradition the both of us had been engaging in since we
were just kids.

Bending over on his knees beside his father was my adorable, little
nephew, Henry. Wearing nothing but a pair of Santa Klaus themed socks, I
couldn't help but feel a throbbing sensation in my cock when I saw his
little bare butt sticking out from under the tree, flashing his small,
pink asshole; his smooth, little boy berries were peeking out just
slightly from in between his legs. With his head of wavy, pale, blond
hair, bright green eyes, and slight body, he was the cutest little boy in
the world; a boy that never failed to send sparks through my body
whenever I laid eyes on his diminutive, nude form.

"Merry Christmas, uncle Cody!" Yelled Henry the moment he noticed I was
standing in the room. Seeing him jump up to sprint towards me, I
immediately crouched down, readying myself to gather his small, naked
body in my arms.

"Hey! Merry Christmas, buddy!" I replied as I scooped my nephew up off
the ground. Supporting his body by placing my forearm under his little
ass, I gently kissed his face, enjoying the feel of his supple, bare skin
as it pressed up against my own.

"Hey, where's the Santa Klaus onesie that goes with these socks?" I asked
the little nudist, only to get a shrug of his small shoulders and a sly
smile to accompany the gesture.

"Merry Christmas, little brother! Christ, I didn't think you were ever
gonna get up." Said my older brother jokingly, as he approached Henry and
I with a large grin on his face.

Even though my nephew already mentioned my name, let me introduce myself
to you again. Hello, my name is Cody. Or formally, Cody James Hanson. At
32 years old, I'm just a few years younger than my brother, Luke. My hair
color is a shade of light brown and my eyes are blue with little specks
of green; they are the eyes that I inherited from my father. I'm 6ft1
inches tall, I have a lean, runner's physique, and based on what I've
been told, I'm pretty easy on the eyes.

Getting back to my family, I responded to Luke's playful jab. "I slept in
cause I had a couple guys in my bed that wouldn't leave me alone last
night." I said, teasingly pinching my older brother's right nipple as he
playfully recoiled from me.

Luke's eyes immediately shifted towards his son. "Uh-uh, don't blame me!
This little dude right here wouldn't stop tugging on my dick all night!
Maybe I should get a little payback in and tug on his this morning?!"

Always thoroughly entertained by my brother's horse play with his son, I
shifted Henry's body to face his father, smiling broadly as I watched
Luke reach out his hands to tickle the boy's tummy as he playfully
grabbed at his little uncut pecker. Henry squealed with delight in my
arms, squirming uncontrollably as he enjoyed the attention his father was
showering on him in that moment.

"Alright boys, we got presents to open, remember?" Hearing me say the
word presents, Henry suddenly remembered all of the wonderful unopened
gifts waiting for him under the tree. Jumping out of my arms, both my
brother and I watched as his little boy scurried back towards the
festively wrapped boxes; his little, pink erection standing straight up
as he ran.

"Why don't ya get some coffee and come join us. I just made a fresh pot."
Said Luke, softly, sliding his right hand down the back of my underwear.
Separating my cheeks with his finger, he ran his digit through the crack
of my ass, pulling his hand from my shorts just before placing that same
finger in his mouth. Sucking amorously, I watched as his eyes rolled back
in ecstasy as he tasted a mix of sweat along with his own cum, the cum he
had deposited there the night before. "Fuck, I love how your used ass
tastes the next morning."

Buckling slightly under my brother's touch, I nodded my head before
leaning into his hairy chest to give him a deep, wet kiss on his mouth
with my tongue. Beginning to walk towards the kitchen, I turned back
around for a brief moment, taking the time to watch Luke and Henry as
they excitedly pull presents out from under the tree.

Pouring myself a cup of coffee in the other room, I let my eyes wander
over the expanse of our cabin, immediately spotting an old photograph
hanging on the wall that had been taken by my uncle, Gus. It was a
picture of Luke and I, posing for the camera with our father, Erik.
Letting my gaze hang on the image for a moment, I couldn't help but
chuckle, instantly remembering the story behind the picture that had been
snapped of all of us outside in front of our cabin during that cold
winter when we had first moved on.

In the picture, the three of us are outside at night in our driveway,
surrounded by the dense, winter forest as we posed for my uncle's camera.
Clad only in my winter parka after my brother had dared me to run around
naked outside, I sat on the knee that my father took, snuggling close to
the man as he wrapped his strong arm around my young body, rubbing my
bare legs with his large hands in order to keep me warm during that cold
winter night. Reaching back with his other arm he pulled my brother's
body towards his own, firmly grasping his leg as my brother leaned in
from behind him.

Noticing the warm expression my father had as he looked directly into the
camera, I couldn't help but focus on the handsome features of his
gorgeous, masculine face. With his dark blond hair, beautiful blue-green
eyes, chiseled jaw, and muscular physique, he could have given any
classic Hollywood star a run for his money. Smiling brightly as he held
my brother and I tightly against his body, I continued to stare at the
photo, immediately realizing just how content he was holding on to us at
that particular moment.

Letting my hand move down the front of my shorts to settle over my
crotch, I squeezed my throbbing, hard cock as I began to remember the
more intimate aspects of my life growing up with my dad. Thinking back
fondly on the love and affection he had shown my brother and I when we
were kids, I also couldn't help but get excited reminiscing about the
many times during those cold winter nights when he had warmed my little
nude body with his own nude body under the roof of our cabin, bringing
forth a sexual awakening in me as a boy that I would hold onto for the
rest of my life.

******

The year was 1983, and I was just 9 years old the day my father told me
and my 12 year old brother, Lucas, while we sat around the dinner table
that he had decided to sell our trailer home in Jacksonville, Florida, so
that he could take us back with him to live in his childhood home in
Minnesota.

It had only been about a month earlier that my great uncle, Oliver, had
died, leaving everything he owned to the two beloved nephews he had
raised all by himself. In his will, he had clearly stated that he was
leaving a portion of his land to my uncle, Gus, as well as a portion of
land, and his home to my father, Erik. Having spent a few holidays at my
great uncle's rustic cabin when we were younger, my brother and I knew
just how cold it could get back in Minnesota, as well as how boring it
was being that uncle Oliver's cabin was located out in the middle of
nowhere.

"What?!" Asked my brother, Lucas, in disbelief, "When?!"

"I sold the trailer a few days ago. We'll be leaving in a few weeks, so
you boys need to start putting all of your stuff in those boxes I brought
home." Said my father as he scooped a spoonful of peas into his mouth.

Sitting quietly at the table, I watched anxiously as the expression on my
brother's face grew more and more angry. "But I don't wanna move! I just
made the football team. A-And all my friends are here!"

Shifting my eyes back to my father, I watched him closely as he did his
best to quell my brother's burgeoning, preteen tantrum. "Lucas, you'll
make new friends. And they got football in Minnesota. Don't you remember
how I told you I played football for my high school team back when I was
a boy?"

"Yeah. But you were just a left guard." My brother responded, snidely,
"Dad, I don't care if they have football in Minnesota! I wanna stay in
Jacksonville!"

Feeling the tension in the room rising quickly, I saw my father's patient
demeanor begin to dissolve right before my eyes. "Lucas, I'm the one who
makes the decisions for this family! And if I tell you we're going to
move, then that's what we're gonna do! You're coming to Minnesota with me
and your brother, and that's all there is to it! End of story!"

I saw the tears begin to well up in my brother's eyes as he quickly slid
his chair out from the table. In disbelief, I watched as he angrily
grabbed the chair, forcefully tipping it over before hearing it hit the
floor with a loud bang. "You're an asshole! I hate you!" He shouted.

I couldn't help but jump when my father, who just happened to be 6ft3
inches tall and built like a Mack truck, stood up to angrily pound his
fist down on the table. "YOU GO TO YOUR ROOM, RIGHT NOW, GODDAMNIT!!!"
Yelled my father, his voice booming throughout our home. "DON'T PUSH ME,
BOY!!!"

Lucas sobbed as he ran to the bedroom we shared, slamming the door behind
him. Nervously, I watched my father take a number of deep breaths as he
desperately tried to regain his composure. Taking just a few more minutes
to calm himself, he slowly lowered his sturdy physique down as he pulled
his chair back up to the table.

Seeing the expression that hung on my father's face as we sat together in
silence, I knew that he had regretted losing his temper with my brother.
Quietly, I attempted to ease his guilty conscience. "I think it will be
fun to live in uncle Oliver's cabin." I said, speaking in a timid tone of
voice.

Looking at me from the corner of his eye, I saw my father crack a small
smile before awkwardly reaching out to gently ruffle my hair with his
large, rough hand. "You're a good boy, son. Finish your dinner."

Not usually an affectionate man, I wasn't surprised when my father
quickly pulled his hand away from me. Quietly, I watched him take a large
gulp from his bottle of Lowenbrau as I slowly returned to cleaning my
plate.

******

Later that night, I awoke to the sound of my father's voice coming from
the living room. Knowing my brother had cried himself to sleep hours ago,
I slipped out of bed. Quietly, I opened my bedroom door just a crack.
Because our trailer house wasn't very big, and the walls were paper thin,
it wasn't hard to eavesdrop on somebody in the next room.

Hearing the uninhibited way my father was talking on the phone, I could
tell right away that he had drank at least a few more beers after my
brother and I went to bed. Hearing the open manner in which he was
speaking, it didn't take me long to figure out that he was having a
conversation with my uncle, Gus, back in Minnesota.

"What am I supposed to tell them, Gus? That I can't find enough steady
work to afford the little bit of rent money I need to keep them in this
shitty trailer park? Those boys deserve to live in a place a lot better
than this, I tell you that."

Listening to the tone of my father's voice, I could tell he was
disappointed. It was the same tone of voice he used to speak to Lucas and
I when we got a bad grade or did something wrong. Only this time, he was
talking about himself.

"Yeah, what about their fuckin mother? Last time I saw her she was
trolling truck stops for johns, just so she could make a few lousy bucks
to score some drugs. She don't give a rat's ass about them. She never
did."

When my father was 20, he had left Minnesota to work as a welder and
carpenter for a construction company in Daytona Beach. One drunken night
at a party, he had met a 16 year old girl who had talked him into taking
her back to his place. Never much of a ladies man, my father was just
drunk enough, as well as horny enough to sleep with the pretty, hard
partying teen. That girl was my mother.

After she got pregnant with my older brother, her mother had gotten angry
and kicked her out of the house. Feeling responsible for the girl and his
unborn child, my father took my mother in, caring for her for the next
four years until both my brother and I were born.

Throughout that time, my father's experience living with my mother had
been a complete and utter shit show. There were times when she would
disappear for many days in a row, only to show up back home sick from a
drug binge. There were also the numerous instances when my father would
be called down to the local police station in order to bail her out of
jail for soliciting various men for sex.

Finally, he had stopped making excuses for her the day he came home from
work to find her passed out on the couch with a needle in her arm while
my brother and I screamed from having been neglected and stuck in our
crib for several hours. Having never married my mother, he didn't think
twice about taking me and my brother away from her and leaving Daytona
Beach so that he could take a job in Jacksonville.

Back in the present, I continued to listen to my father's conversation as
it suddenly began to change.

"Remember how uncle Olly used to give us massages when we were little?
How he used to give us a bath, then lay us down naked beside each other
on the bed of blankets he made in front of the fireplace in the living
room so we could dry off? He'd rub our bodies with baby oil and tell us
to kiss each other. Remember how we used to giggle when we did that?"

I sat in disbelief, listening quietly as my father recounted the sexual
behaviors that he had engaged in as a child, not only with his younger
brother, but with his adult uncle as well. Though I didn't really know
what sex was at the time, I knew what masturbation was. This was
something I had learned about from my brother, Lucas.

Sometimes, late at night, my brother would sneak over to my bed. Crawling
under the covers with me, he would pull my pajama bottoms down, as well
as his own, so that he could play with and compare our willy's. When I
asked him where he had learned to do this, he simply shrugged his
shoulders and said, "I don't know."

Though I had been a little frightened the first time he had done this, it
didn't take long for me to warm up to my brother's advances, leading me
to welcome and enjoy our bottomless late night play dates.

Though I couldn't see what my father was doing, based on the particular
sounds he was making while he spoke to my uncle, I had a pretty good idea
that he was playing with himself. As I continued to focus on his
conversation with my uncle, I began to hear more stories from his
childhood that involved his uncle, Oliver.

"Remember that summer when uncle Olly caught us in the back seat of that
old abandoned Chevy truck? Yeah, both of us crawling around on the
leather seats, buck naked with raging hard-ons?!" I could hear my father
chuckle as he recounted his childhood experience with his brother. "He
just got naked and climbed into the vehicle with us. Sometimes, when I
remember all that pervy shit he did to us while we were growing
up...well, I know it probably wasn't right. But, goddamn if it didn't
feel fuckin good."

I heard my father take a pause before finally making a confession to my
uncle. "Gus, sometimes I look in on the boys at night when they're
sleeping. I stand there in the doorway and I start thinking about
crawling into bed next to them, you know? Thing is, something seems wrong
about it when we're here. But when we've been back up north, visiting you
and uncle Olly at the cabin, I don't know, it just seems like the most
natural thing in the world to me. At least it has the last few times
during the holidays when I did those things to Lucas."

When I heard my father reveal that he had touched my older brother when
we had visited my uncle Oliver during the holidays, something came over
me. Kneeling down on the ground, I suddenly had the urge to slip my hand
down the front of my pajamas. As I moved my small palm back and forth
between my legs, l suddenly let out a little gasp of excitement when I
accidently stroked my naked perineum with the tip of my finger.

Just then, as I continued to sit on my knees listening at the door, I
heard my father make a series of grunting noises. They were the same
noises I heard from time to time coming from his bedroom late at night.
Hearing him sigh, deeply, I knew he was done touching himself when he
told my uncle that he needed to clean himself up. Quickly yet softly, I
closed the door to my bedroom before quietly crawling back into bed.

As I lay under the covers in the dark, I reached down between my legs,
grasping at my young boy cock, thinking about what my father had
confessed to my uncle. Though a part of me couldn't believe that my
father had touched my brother the way uncle Oliver had touched him, there
was a part of me that also felt excited, thinking about the possibility
of him doing the same thing to me.

******

Three weeks later, we placed the few boxes filled with our belongings in
the bed of my father's old Ford pickup truck to make our way up North.
Though my brother sulked throughout most of the road trip, every once in
awhile he would crack a smile if my father said something funny or stare
out of the window in awe if he spotted a really cool roadside attraction
that unexpectedly caught his eye.

A few days later, we pulled up to the old rustic property that would be
our new home. Seeing the familiar old cabin that I remembered visiting a
handful of times in the past, I couldn't help but feel a jolt of
excitement when I thought about the new adventure we were all about to
embark on.

Climbing out of the cab of the pickup, I looked around at the dense patch
of tall trees that surrounded the house. No longer could I hear the sound
of traffic, sirens and the various other forms of urban noise generated
by life in the city. All I could hear now was the sound of rustling
leaves blowing in the breeze, and the sound of birds chirping in the
distance.

Running into the old, simple country house where I had spent some of my
holidays, my mind was immediately flooded with warm thoughts of my great
uncle, Oliver, and the handful of happy times I had spent with him and my
family in his cozy, welcoming home.

Sprinting toward the bedroom where my brother and I would be sleeping, I
jumped up on one of the twin beds that my uncle had built with his own
two hands. While laying on the bed, I remembered my father telling Lucas
and I that they were the same bed frames that my father and his brother
had slept on when they were our age.

Lying on my back in bed lost in a daydream, I was drifting too far away
in my thoughts to hear my father until the second time he firmly knocked
on the door of my room. "Hey, Cody! I know you're excited to be here,
son, but we still got a lot of stuff in the pickup to unpack. Come on."

Jumping up out of bed, I immediately ran towards my father. Throwing my
arms tightly around his waist, I silently hugged his hip, trying to
convey to him just how happy I was to be at his side in our new home but
too timid to say so.

Chuckling softly, he looked down at me right before he scooped me up off
the floor with his strong arms. Holding my small torso against his rock
hard chest, I found myself looking directly into my father's blue-green
eyes when suddenly, the expression on his face changed.

With a feverish look in his eyes, he leaned forward, placing his lips
directly onto mine. Shocked, I held completely still in my father's
embrace as he began to gently kiss me, repeatedly. Though I had been
kissed by my father on the forehead a few times before, I had never
experienced the wanton, almost primal sexual sensation that was coursing
through my body at that particular moment when my father locked his lips
with mine.

Feeling a wave of electricity surge through my body, without hesitation,
I placed my hands on the sides of his face. Feeling my father's soft lips
and warm breath on my mouth, I was suddenly awash in a sea of ecstasy as
I felt my little boy cock begin to harden inside my underwear.

Unfortunately, this overwhelming feeling of lust would vanish when my
father suddenly pulled his lips away from mine. Opening my eyes, I looked
at my father's face once again. Gone was the expression of carnal abandon
that had been burning so brightly just a moment before, replaced now with
a look of embarrassment and shame.

"Uh...Cody...God, I-I'm sorry!" Said my father nervously as he abruptly
set me back down on my feet. Seeing the man fidget for just a few seconds
more, I couldn't help but feel bad for what had happened as I watched him
hastily exit the bedroom.

Filled with confusion and hurt, I choked back tears as I stood
dumbstruck, alone in my bedroom. Putting my fingertips up to my mouth, I
wondered if I'd ever again get the chance to feel the same way I had felt
when my father had held my body against his own only just a few short
moments ago.

******

A couple nights later, after several days of helping my family unpack
clothes and rearrange furniture, out of complete and utter exhaustion, I
had fallen asleep in front of the TV in the living room. When I heard
Lucas and my father come in from outside after they had been working all
evening to pick up the last of my great uncle's old car parts in the
yard, I pretended to still be asleep.

Since the strange, uninhibited kiss my father had planted on me a couple
days ago, my interactions with him since then had been more than awkward.
This led me to believe that in order to keep him from being grumpy and
terse when he spoke to me, it was probably better that I did what I could
to stay out of his way for awhile.

Hearing my father switch off the old television set, I kept my eyes
closed as I felt him cover my pajama clad body with a blanket that had
been lying over the back of the couch. After instructing my brother to go
in our room and get ready for bed, I suddenly felt the closeness of his
physical presence when I felt the warmth of his breath on my face.

"I'm sorry for being an asshole, buddy. I didn't mean to make you feel
bad." He whispered softly in my ear right before leaning in closer to
give me a gentle peck on the cheek.

Waiting for my father to walk away, I opened my eyes. Even though he had
made me feel like he didn't like me anymore and that maybe what we did
when we were alone in my room had been my fault, I couldn't not forgive
him when he again suddenly and unexpectedly kissed my face. After lying
still for a little while longer, I decided I wouldn't be able to go to
sleep unless I had the chance to be near him, just so I could give him a
hug and tell him goodnight.

Getting up off the couch, I clumsily made my way through our darkened
house as I rubbed my eyes. Seeing my father's bedroom light shining
through an open crack in the door, I slowly approached, placing my hand
on the door so that I could push it open.

Suddenly, I stopped myself when I spotted my brother, Lucas, laying down
on my father's bed; he was crying. Seeing him wearing nothing but a pair
of briefs, I blinked my eyes a few times more before peering into the
room further to see my father sitting down beside him on the bed.

Dressed only in a pair of boxer shorts, I watched in amazement as my
father ran his large hands up and down the length of my brother's torso,
doing his best to comfort him while he lie on his back, sobbing on my
father's bed.

Seeing my father hug my brother was one thing, but watching him massage
his half naked body was something I had never seen before. Shocked by the
almost salacious behavior going on between my father and Lucas, I was
suddenly pulled out of my stunned state when I heard my brother begin to
talk.

"I miss my friends, dad." Said Lucas, as a steady stream of tears ran
down his cheeks.

Looking down at my brother with a concerned expression on his face, my
father nodded his head as he continued to rub his smooth, alabaster skin
in an effort to console him. "I know you do, baby. And I know how hard it
was for you to leave them. But I want you to know, now that we're here,
I'm gonna do everything I can to make you and your little brother happy,
okay? I promise."

Hearing my father speak to my brother, I was stunned by how warm and
tender his words were as he spoke to him. Though I knew deep down that my
father loved us, and wanted to make sure we were cared for, never had he
been one to coddle or be overly affectionate with either my brother or
myself. Suddenly, I felt like I was meeting an entirely different man for
the first time.

Continuing to peer through the crack in the door, I had no idea what I
was about to see next. Seeing my father stand up from the bed, I watched
closely as he placed his fingers inside the elastic waistband of his
underwear. Pulling down his shorts with a quick movement of his hands, I
suddenly found myself fixated on the grown man's gloriously masculine,
naked physique.

Seeing the rippling muscles of his chest, arms and thighs, having been
sculpted and developed over the course of many years by hard, laborious
work, I watched as his awesomely large, turgid, pink cock stood up in
full salute as he climbed back on to the bed with my brother.

Crawling up to hover over his still boy-ish preteen body, I watched my
father look deep into his oldest son's brown eyes. "I love you, Lucas."
He said. "Do you love me?"

Staring up at my father, I saw my brother smile subtly as he responded.
"I love you, daddy."

Scanning the long length of my father's naked body, I could've sworn I
saw his erect penis make a jerking motion when I heard my brother call
him daddy. Turning my attention upwards from his crotch, I watched as my
father begin to stroke my brother's cheek with his huge paw of a hand.

"Lucas, can I put my mouth on you?" He asked.

Unaware of my father's intentions, I waited for my brother's response; it
didn't take long for him to react. "Yes. I'd like that, daddy."

Seeing my father kiss my brother gently on the mouth the way he had
kissed me in our bedroom, I suddenly became jealous. However, that
feeling would dissipate quickly as I watched him move his robust body
downward, placing his fingers inside the waistline of my brother's
underwear. Lifting Lucas's long, thin legs in the air, I watched as my
father made my brother as naked as he was.

After kissing the soles of his bare feet, then his shins and finally his
knees, my father placed my brother's legs down on the bed, separating
them slightly. Hunkering down on his knees between Lucas's open legs, I
watched with shock and awe as my father bent forward, taking my brother's
preteen genitals into his mouth.

Having never seen or experienced the act of fellatio before, I stared in
stunned silence, watching as my father amorously performed the act on my
brother. Fascinated, I watched Lucas's 12 year old, nude body writhe in
ecstasy on the bed as soft whimpers and moans quietly escaped from
between his lips.

Still standing on the other side of the door, I felt an unexpected wave
of excitement wash over me. Yanking my pajama bottoms down to my knees, I
suddenly couldn't keep one of my hands from stroking my little boy dick
as I used the other to tickle my little boy sack as I continued to watch
my father suck on my older brother's cock.

Not prepared for what occured next, I suddenly found myself looking into
the eyes of my father. As he continued to suck on Lucas's hardened penis,
I noticed a wide, jovial smile instantly appear on his face. Gesturing to
me with his hand, I watched as he used his forefinger to beckon me into
the room.

Frightened yet excited, I found myself frozen in place when my father
suddenly summoned me into his bedroom with his hand. Almost
unconsciously, I slowly pulled up my pajama bottoms; just enough to
barely cover the baldness of my young dick root. Knowing better than to
keep my father waiting, I immediately snapped out of my frozen state.
Placing my slightly trembling hands on the door of his bedroom, I began
to push, nervously anticipating all of the carnal delights that waited
for me inside.

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