Date: Tue, 7 Apr 2015 00:02:42 -0500
From: David Johnson <aniftynamehere@gmail.com>
Subject: Breaking Social Norms Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Breaking Social Norms

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Previously on Breaking Social Norms:

What faced Cole was an image from God. Matt's ass was completely hairless,
just two smooth globes that were directly in eye level. Even though he had
cummed moments before, his dick still remained rock hard. Finally, he would
get to touch what he had feared so much just last night (which seemed like
an eternity ago). Just then he heard Matt squeal...

"Hey Daddy!" And Cole remembered the fear.

Chapter 3

Once, a cottonmouth snake had curled into Cole's swimming shoes while he
had went into the bushes to take a leak. When he came back, he slipped the
shoes on without checking them, which was a stupid thing to do in the
country. He remember his toes meeting an obstruction, sliding across the
scales, and the sudden realization that the hissing was not a flat on a
fourwheeler. The snake was probably more startled than Cole was, but he
remembered how he just stood there with one foot still hovering over the
snake. Fear had made him freeze, his logic had failed him, and the only
thought he could think was that was actually a snake in his shoe. His
brother Bruce had actually saved him that day by yanking him away, just as
the snake had gotten enough room to coil for a strike. That fear was
paralyzing.

This type of fear was not paralyzing. Here he was, a foot away from burying
his face into his nephew's hairless boycunt, and his brother was apparently
in eyeshot. He should have been shitting his pants in fear. However, Cole
learned from the snake incident that quick action was much more helpful
than panic.

Quicker than he could thnk, Cole ducked even lower, even though the boulder
his nephew was perched on should have already concealed him from the
shore. His nephew, however, was unmistakably naked on top of the rock, and
that was going to be tough to explain. Cole was about 90% sure his brother
did not see him, hidden by the boulder.

"Think dammit! Think! Why would Matt be naked on a rock in the middle of
the beach?" pondered Cole. Matt was still waving his heart out at his
Daddy, unaware of the potential trouble. Even in the midst of the rising
danger, Cole still couldn't help unconsciously admiring his nephew's
bouncing bubble butt. Thankfully, that gave him an idea...and kept his dick
hard.

"Hey son! Where is your uncle? And why are you naked?," inquired Bruce. The
boulder was about 50 feet in the water, around a bend from their original
beach spot. Bruce had made it only a few feet in the water, so he still
couldn't see Cole hiding behind his nephew and the rock.

"Yes! He can't see me, now is my chance," Cole swiped his nephew's undies
(which had apparently came off after his blowjob) and dived in the
water. His nephew looked around for his uncle, but he had already swam
about 10 feet away. Luckily, Cole had been practicing holding his breath at
the nearby swimming pool while secretly trying to catch glimpses of locker
room boys. He emerged a safe distance from the rock, and looked around for
his brother with Matt's undies still clutched in his hand. He hollered,
"Found them!", as he waved the Spiderman undies at his nephew. He tried to
wink at Matt to give him a hint, but lake water just made him blink both
eyes stupidly for a few seconds. He then discovered that he probably should
have spent more time in the pool and less in the lockeroom, because he only
made it a dozen feet away from the rock. "Ah whatever, it'll do," he
thought.

Before Matt could blow his cover, he swam to where Bruce could see him and
greeted him. Bruce was about halfway to the rock now, still wearing his cut
off tshirt that showed his barbed wire tattoos and rugged cargo
shorts. Rule number one of lying: Act like nothing is wrong.

"Hey bro. Took you long enough," Cole said in his best chill tone. He
added, "Did you bring any drinks? We are dying of thirst." A little
misdirection helps as well.

"Huh? Oh, no—Why is Matt naked?," his brother asked in a puzzled
tone. He wasn't angry, just confused.

Alright, here comes the lie. Rule number two of lying: Keep it short and
sweet.

"Oh, I was tossing him around and his undies came off. I've been diving for
the past twenty minutes trying to find them, which I finally did," lied
Cole. Short and sweet. He especially liked his word play on `tossing' his
nephew, even though he still hadn't had the chance to even properly feel
his nephew's ass.

"Why the rock though? Anyone could see him up there. It's pretty private
here, but you never know," demanded Bruce. Suspicion was just fleeting in
his eyes; the puzzlement was gone.

"Shit" thought Cole. Rule number three of lying: Keep calm and rely on
support.

"I was scared, Daddy. I thought an alligator was going to bite my cock,"
said Matt in his best baby voice. Alligators did live in the lake, and it
was common for the younger kids to make tales up about the scary beasts.

"Cock? Who taught you that word?," asked Bruce. He seemed to be buying the
quick lie, but the use of adult slang caught his attention. Always keep it
simple, thought Cole.

"Some boys at school. They made fun of me when I said dickie," whined
Matt. This entire time, he had swayed back and forth on the boulder, with
his hands behind his back. He had no inhibition of showing his hard three
incher, which swayed back and forth with his movements. Cole tried not to
watch, and was surprised to see his brother checking out his son's package
almost hypnotically. Absentmindedly, Bruce shook his head and snatched the
undies from Cole to toss them at Matt.

"Well put these back on before the game warden comes by and fines me for
your little dickie," Bruce chuckled.

Matt groaned and prepared his best begging face. This included big wide
eyes, a trembling lip, and a tremor in his voice that asked, "Can I keep
them off Daddy? The water feels good without them and I'm not afraid of the
gator with you around."

Cole was impressed by his nephew. Not only was he playing his Daddy like a
fiddle, but he was backing up his lie. Which leads to Rule Number four of
lying: Use your lie as much as possible so it becomes truth.

Bruce seemed to consider this for a moment. "Ah, why the hell not? They'll
probably just come off again anyway. But stay in the water where no one can
see you," Bruce grumbled. He seemed odd to Cole, acting a little less
strict than normal. Usually, Bruce would have Matt bent over his knee by
now for just questioning his orders, but he gave in a little easy to Matt's
demand of nudity. Curious...

"EEEEEEEE!," screamed Matt and launched into the water with a cannon
ball. Because his brother was around, he couldn't openly gawk at his nude
nephew, but he did catch a glimpse of Matt's pale ass as he swam over to
his uncle and father. Bruce surprised Cole even further by smacking Matt's
pale ass with the back of his hand as his son passed by him. Matt came
sputtering up out of the water and giggled, "Daddy! Don't do that!"

Bruce pretended mock anger and bellowed, "Oh so no you are telling me what
to do? Come here you little brat! I'm going to get you! Time for a
tossing!"

The father charged through the water while Matt, still giggling like a mad
beast, tried to out swim him. He knew that he couldn't outrun his muscular
father, but the chase was almost as fun as his slim frame being thrown
through the air for several feet. Father and son spent a few minutes
playing chase while Cole watched, his dick still not fully shrinking. He
must get this down before they exit the water, or his lies would have been
for nothing. He hardly could explain popping a woody with no women around.

That wasn't in the cards though. Bruce finally caught his son and dunked
him a few times with gentle reminders to hold his breath. Matt went under
for a few seconds and then come up coughing and giggling.

"Who's your daddy? Come on, say it!," Bruce teased. Cole often forgot how
young his brother actually was, only 28, and how immature he could
sometimes act. He still loved it though, and Matt definitely wasn't
complaining. For once.

"NO!" Matt screamed before being dunked again. He knew that the play would
end when he forfeited, and in a way, his father was just trying to toughen
his endurance up.

"Alright, well let's see if you like being thrown to the deep end! Get
prepared to swim boy!" Bruce bellowed. He reached under the water and
grabbed his son by the crotch with one hand while balancing his son with
the other on his chest. Bruce then lifted him high into the air, reared
back, and launched his son a good six feet. Cole was mesmerized by the
naked flying golden boy squealing at delight of flying and his father
groping his privates. Matt's smile was huge before he belly flopped into
the water and inhaled a dangerous amount of water in his lungs.

Cole knew something was wrong immediately by his nephew's flaying arms and
swam out to retrieve him. Cole dived under and came up with Matt in his
arms like a baby. Bruce was close behind and kept patting his son's back as
he tried to hack up the water that had accidently been swallowed.

"Get him to the shore and I'll try to get his breathing right," Bruce
ordered. He wasn't really worried since kids choke on water all the time,
but Matt was his only son and he was a little more than protective.

The three males made it to the shore, but Matt's breathing had already
cleared up. He weakly said, "Let's do that again." Bruce chuckled and they
decided it was time to call it a day at the beach. The sun was just
beginning to set, and the cicadas started to chirp their evening mass.

When they got back to the camp, Matt finally asked where his mother was. He
hadn't missed her at all the whole day, which was testament to how useful
as a mother she actually was.

"Well son, the van is gone, so I guess she went back home. Don't worry
though, she left the cell phone and cousin Jack is just a couple of miles
away if we need anything. I guess it's just us men now huh?" grinned
Bruce. He really didn't want to spend any more time with his wife anyway;
this trip was about getting closer to his son and brother. Spending so many
weeks away on the oil rig was making him realize how quickly his son was
growing up, and how much he wanted to be there with him. "How about we
grill up some of that fish and have ourselves a feast?"

"Can I stay naked?," asked Matt hopefully.

"No son, you never know who will show up around here. Besides, the
mosquitoes will eat you alive. Go put on some shorts at least."

Matt dashed off to the tent and emerged in only Transformers undies. He
skipped over to his uncle and asked him to spray him with bug
repellent. Cole grinned and told him to turn around. Bruce was busy
preparing the fish, his back to the two boys. Finally, here was his
chance. He sprayed his nephew's arms, back, and legs. Matt danced a little
with the cold sensation and jumped when his uncle briefly grabbed his perky
ass with his father only a few feet away. He turned and grinned at his
uncle, pointing at his little tent in his briefs. Cole had never been so
jealous of Optimus Prime, who was plastered over his 11 year old's dick
tent. He smiled at his nephew, sprayed his front body, and rubbed his palm
over the hard dick. His nephew was quickly turning into a sex hound, and he
loved it. Bruce was starting to fry the fish over the propane stove, and
Cole left his nephew to see if he could help with dinner. He tucked his six
inch boner into his underwear before though.

While they were eating, Cole started to hatch a plan. He had noticed how
his brother stared at his son's cock, how he had allowed him to go naked in
the tent and in the water, and now how he had chosen to launch Matt by the
crotch instead of just letting him jump from his shoulders. He knew his
brother would never admit it, but Cole could tell that there was some
unspoken interest. Hell, he probably didn't get the hole patched up in the
trailer just because he liked his son watching him plow his wife. But how
far would Bruce go?

The trick was to get his brother to agree to a challenge... "Hey bro, do
you think, since it is just us out here, that I, maybe, could have a beer
with you?" stuttered Cole. Damn speech impediment.

"Why the hell not? You're almost seventeen now, damn time for you to start
drinking like a man," guffawed his brother. He had already thrown back
three beers, probably to hide his anger at his wife for ditching them at
the campsite.

Since they lived in the South, church was a must for every family member,
including regular bible studies. One of the most interesting stories that
Cole found was Noah and his son Ham. Apparently Noah got really drunk off
some wine or some shit, and Ham had taken advantage of his father (maybe,
the interpretation is kind of weird). "Funny how the Bible can be an
inspiration," thought Cole, chuckling at his own joke and his growing
inebriation.

The beer tasted like stale copper pennies, but Cole was secretly use to
it. Sneaking beers was easy around his redneck family. The next part was
going to be extra tricky... "I'll show you how big of a man I am, how about
a drinking contest?" Cole knew his brother was getting relaxed, but he
didn't know how far he could push it.

"Oh ho ho! Look who thinks he is all hot shit. Alright, let's go!," replied
Bruce. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard after all, though Cole. Bruce even took
gave a half full can to his son to make up for nearly drowning him, who's
eyes became wide as dinner plates. For the next few hours, Bruce taught his
brother and son various drinking games like flip cup, red circle of death,
and finally the college favorite, captain dickhead.

Captain dickhead involves a lot of complicated rules, but the most
important is that whoever draws an Ace gains the title of Captian
Dickhead. This title comes with the rewards of being able to order anyone
to do anything while you still hold the ace, or lose the game. Unluckily
for Cole, his brother was first to get an ace of clubs. The creepy tortuous
smile that Cole had come to fear from his brother slowly grew on his face.

"So what's it going to be Daddy?" Matt slurred his words. He had only had a
half of a watered down beer, but it was enough for his slender frame to
stagger. "You should make him get naked and run into the water so the
gators will bite his dickie off," giggled the boy.

"You know son, that doesn't sound so bad. Although since it is night out,
it is more likely the gar fish will take a chunk though," guffawed
Bruce. He obviously was drunk by his laughter and his strict demeanor
started to fall even more away. "That is, if the gar can even find your
dick bro."

Manly pride and drunken bravery made Cole bold. His plan was to get his
brother drunk and then have Matt take advantage of him, but it seemed like
it was turning around the other way. Gar fish were actually a real danger
in the lake, with common reports of gar defending their territory from
night swimmers. They are nocturnal fish that can be described as a
freshwater barracuda, with a long jaw and plenty of tiny needle teeth. Even
worse, they travel in schools to herd smaller fish in their deadly
jaws. You could always spot them by the rustling of the water, the silver
glint of their scales, and the slap of their fins. He didn't want to back
down and seemed like a coward in front of his older brother or his nephew
though. Beer helped him grabbed his shorts and drop them in one swift
movement.

Cole stood proudly with his hands on his hips and declared with a worse
stutter than usual, "If they come near me, I'll just take this and beat
them to death with it." While saying that, he had grabbed his dick in one
hand and shook it hard. He was so intoxicated that he had no shame for his
actions, so his dick was standing at full mast of six and a half
inches. His thickness was like that of a Wii controller (the only thing he
had to measure it with at the time) and the campfire made it look even
bigger. Matt just gasped and stared open mouthed at the shaking dick he had
sucked off twice that day already.

Bruce just laughed, grabbed the flashlight, and told the boys to come on
then. "We will just see how much of a man you think you are!" A few minutes
later, they showed up at the beach, Cole still bare ass naked, hard cock
leaking from the unexpected turn of events. Bruce set up the rules, all the
time with the ace of clubs firmly attached to his forehead. If the card
fell, then Bruce would lose the title as Captain Dickhead.

Bruce declared that not only did Cole have to skinny dip, but he had to
swim out to the boulder and back in record time. Cole could feel his
bravado and dick deflate as he realized how cold the water would be this
late at night. The boys had stayed up past midnight drinking, so it would
be freezing, especially in the nude. But he wouldn't back down, so he took
a runny leap for the water.

Luckily, this lake didn't have waves, so Cole could just run in and dive
when it got deep enough to adjust. When his first toe hit the water, he
screamed in shock. The water was icy cold, but he didn't stop his stride
for a second. He could feel his brother and nephew's eyes bore into his
back, and he didn't quite like the feeling of his tan ass exposed. So he
ran as fast as he could and dived head first in the water.

The water surrounded his naked body and chilled him instantly to the
core. The alcohol's fuzzy influence was wiped away, and the only feeling he
knew was the icy water embracing his body. He never knew that his heart
could actually be cold, but he knew that the quicker he swam the more he
would warm up and be done sooner. His dick nearly shriveled inside his
body, and his asshole clenched instinctively. Still, he swam harder and
reached the rock in relatively good time, even though his muscles were
starting to twitch uncontrollably and swimming even in the shallow water
was getting harder by the second. His breathing became quick and his eyes
wide. So engrossed was he by the feelings of the water, that he didn't even
notice his brother and nephew screaming something at the shore until he was
almost back.

Cole's body couldn't take the strain of the cold anymore, and he could feel
his conscience slipping as he struggled out of the water. His brother
wasn't laughing or congratulating him like he thought he would be, but had
a frantic look in this eye. Cole mumbled something about, "Who's the man
now?" but he couldn't get it out without chattering his teeth violently,
which kind of ruined the badass effect. He was only a few feet away when
his brother waded out and dragged him quicker by the arm.

"Did you not see them?! They were right behind you, Uncle!" chattered Matt,
but Cole was shivering too hard to ask what he was talking about.

"Never mind that, lets get you in the tent and warm up. You're going to get
sick, what the fuck was I thinking?" Bruce seemed to have sober up and
realize that his immaturity had gotten the better of him again. He took off
his cut off tshirt and draped it on Cole's shoulder. When Cole staggered,
about to fall, Bruce picked him up in his arms. Naked except for the shirt
as a makeshift blanket, his brother carried him back to the tent, all the
while Matt rambling on something about gar fish and checking Cole's dick to
make sure it wasn't eaten. Cole tried to tell him shut up or he'll blow
their cover for his unnatural interest in his uncle's dick, but he could
only mumbled and shiver. His brother shushed him and held Cole's naked body
closer in his arms. The warmth of Bruce's body seemed to help Cole recover,
but he still had never felt so cold before in his life.

Bruce took him in the tent and wrapped the sleeping bag around his brother,
all with a concerned look in his eye. Cole kept shivering, so Bruce moved
the sleeping bag open and crawled in with him. Matt sat on the cot that he
received his first blowjob, the severity of the situation finally sinking
in on him.

"What are you doing bro?" Cole mumbled out of his daze. His brother had
crawled in and started massaging Cole's arms while straddling his little
brother's waist. Bruce tried to keep as close to possible as his little
brother as he could.

"You need to get warm as soon as possible. Mom will kill me if you get
sick. Dude, you should have backed down, you know I can be stupid
sometimes," Bruce chided. Cole laughed weakly and said, "When have I ever
been able to back down from you?" Bruce smiled a little at his brother's
weak bravado and went to massaging his thighs. Cole groaned from the
sensation returning, and Bruce paused in his actions. He stared at his
little brother.

"You like that, Cole?" Cole noticed that his brother's voice sounded
different from normal. He rarely used his little brother's name, preferring
"little shit" or something like that. Bruce's voice had also gotten deeper
and there was a note of primal urge and lingering drunkenness. Cole
murmured an affirmative and Bruce's hands continued to knead his little
brother's thighs. Matt kept quiet on the cot, just observing the events
unfold. Bruce seemed to even forget he was there and he slowly made his way
up the thighs while still straddling his little brother's waist.

 "Dude, those gar were right behind you. They must have a nest around that
boulder. I am so proud of how you kept swimming. You definitely would be
missing some equipment if you hadn't," Bruce chuckled. "Are you getting
warmer?"

"Yeah, but don't stop. There were gar out there? I didn't even notice. I
was just worried about my balls freezing from the cold," Cole mumbled. He
gasped when he suddenly felt his brother twist at his ball sack, which was
slowly extracting itself from his body.

"No, they're still there," grinned Bruce. Cole's head swam from the
possibilities, especially since Bruce's hand was still lingering at his
balls, swirling them around with his rough hands. Cole moaned in the new
feelings and he felt his cock finally beginning to stir again. The sleeping
bag had quickly warmed up and he could even feel the heat from his
brother's body on top of him now. For the first time, he noticed that Bruce
was only in his boxers, he must have slipped out of them before he had got
into the sleeping bag. While his brother continued to knead his balls,
ignoring his little brother's cock, Cole noticed a stirring in Bruce's
groin. Sure enough, Bruce's head poked out of the slit, quickly hardening
to it's full seven inches.

Cole could only stare in wonder at his older brother's dick. "Yeah, like
how a real man's cock look like boy? You still have some catching up to
do." Cole doubt that he would get close to the thickness of his brother's
sausage. It resembled the thickness of a boudin link (or the thickness of a
water bottle for the Northerners' benefit), and as it grew, Cole noticed it
curved upward. His brother was still straddling his hips with his thighs,
so that Bruce's cock was near enough that he could smell the sweat and lake
water scent. Cole no longer felt weak, but was energized by the actions of
his older brother. His mouth gaped open from the excitement, and Bruce
leaned forward slightly. Cole's hands came up to stroke his brother's manly
hairy legs, legs that were thick from the oilfield.

The two words that Cole ached to hear was mumbled from his brother's
lips... "Suck it."

Cole wiggled forward and slathered the thick head in his mouth. Bruce
grabbed his hair, guiding his lips to come in and out, effectively face
fucking his skull. Three inches could come into his mouth, stretching his
teen lips, before Cole would gag on the tool.

"It's okay, little bitch, we'll get there," muttered Bruce. Ten minutes
passed with Cole being used as his big brother's bitch, just having his
mouth fucked by the thick cock slowly. Cole's dick was now so hard that it
poked his brother in the back, and he slowly rocked to hump Bruce. His
older brother growled and said, "Hey bitch, I don't get humped. Besides,
your cock should be spent after face fucking my son."

Cole's mouth was too full to protest, but his eyes told Bruce that he was
trying. Bruce laughed and said, "Oh please, I know about the little lake
incident. Nice lying there, but I saw you taking advantage of my son's
mouth out there in the open. You like fucking my son's mouth?" Bruce
slapped the side of Cole's forehead so that tears sprouted in his eyes. His
dick just jumped and oozed a glob of precum. Bruce took his head in both
hands and forced more of his cock down, at least five inches so that it
popped down Cole's throat. Cole writhed under his brother's weight until
finally the thick dick pulled out again.

"Say it. Say that you like fucking my son's mouth, or you'll never get this
dick again, you little cocksucker," Bruce's voice was more stern than ever
now. It seemed like he was just waiting to unleash the harsh stern brother
and father that Cole and Matt knew until he had the best moment.

"I...l-l-l-liked fucking Matt's mouth, I l-l-l-l-l-loved it sir," Cole
threw in the sir to give his brother even more respect, as he knew that
would please him.

"Damn straight. Here's your prize, for being honest. You get to suck father
and son off at the same time. Matt, get over here and straddle his face,"
Bruce barked. Matt had been wanking on the cot for this time, his pale
fingers flying across his tiny dick, but now that he had been given
permission he dived on top of Cole's face. His acorn nuts smacked Cole in
the forehead as he straddled his face and Cole was rewarded by his nephew's
virgin asshole winking at him from beneath the folds of perfect boy
ass. Even though his brother was humiliating him and choking him with his
seven inch dick, Cole still found that Matt's asshole was his ultimate goal
and now he was inches away. Sadly, Matt repositioned himself so that he
could slide his little pecker in Cole's mouth, moaning into his father's
arms as he did so.

"Yes baby boy, there you go, you use that cocksucker's hole. You are going
to be a man one day, and you need to know what it's like to be serviced
fully," Bruce whispered in his son's ear as they both faced each other
while straddling Cole. Bruce stroked his monster cock while he watched his
son use his brother's mouth for pleasure. "Use that mouth, fuck it fast or
slow like you want."

Matt definitely wanted it fast as he awkwardly pumped his hips into Cole's
mouth. Cole's hands left Bruce's thighs and grabbed his nephew's ass while
his cock piston in and out of his mouth. Those perfect globes fit in each
hand and Cole's fingers wiggled to his prize. He began to guide Matt more
effectively while searching for the hole. As soon as he found it, he
twirled his fingers around the rosebud and Matt moaned into the mouth of
his father. Bruce kissed his son passionately while his hole was being
explored. Cole was in absolute heaven as he rubbed his nephew's hole, it
being so tight that there was no way he could finger him yet. Ten seconds
later and Matt shuddered from an almost dry orgasm, collapsing in his
father's burly arms. Clear liquid leaked out of his tiny cock and Cole was
quick to lap it up, causing Matt to squirm uncomfortably.

After seeing his son cum for the first time, Bruce jerked his cock in two
quick movements and aimed his seven inch dick toward his son's dick and
Cole's waiting mouth. With a mighty "FUCK YEAH", Bruce splattered his hot
daddy seed over his son's tiny prick and Cole's open mouth. Cole was quick
to begin lapping it off his nephew's genitals, making Bruce laugh and call
him a cocksucker again. Cole was tired of him calling him that, but he did
appreciate the salty taste of his brother's cum. It was much thicker than
his own teenage sperm, and Cole licked every drop he could get.

The older males could tell that Matt was about to pass out from the intense
feelings of the day. He still rested in his father's arms, eyes closed, and
breathing labored. Bruce rose from the sleeping bag with a grunt, and
carried his son to the cot. Cole gasped for air, as he did not realize how
much weight his brother had actually put on him. Finally, his arms were
free enough to grasp his own dick. It had speedily recovered from almost
being chomped on by scary fish and was hard as steel. As he started to
stroke it, he looked over at his naked older brother and his son. Bruce
leaned over the cot, kissed his son on the lips, and whispered, "Sweet
dreams my one and only." Matt replied by clumsily sticking his tongue out
in an attempt to be sexy, which made Bruce chuckle. For some reason, seeing
this loving father take care of his son so fully was more erotic than
taking his brother's cock. Before he knew it, Cole spewed his teen cock
into his hand, trying to cup as much cum as possible. Before Bruce turned
around, Cole swallowed his own cum quickly so his brother wouldn't rag him
about the mess.

He was just about to rise himself to get on the cot, when his brother
returned to and placed a hand on his naked chest.

"Oh no, I'm keeping that mouth close by, just in case I get in the mood
overnight. That bitch of a wife has not been serving me for over a month
now, and that mouth of yours just feels too damn good to give up," Bruce
whispered. Matt was already snoring on his cot, still naked to the world
with his perky ass pointing in the air like little boys do in their
sleep. Cole knew that ass was his goal, but his older brother needed him
for release. Plus, he figured that if he was good to his brother, then he
would continue to let me mess with his nephew.

In any case, the boundaries were crossed. As his older brother wrapped him
in his burly tattooed arms and pressed his softening cock against his
smooth ass, Cole knew that he had nothing more to fear.