Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2008 23:07:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: eames1668 <eames1668@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cole Pt. 4

NOTE: Thanks to everyone for the great feedback and encouragement on the
story.  Truly appreciated and glad to know that you're all enjoying it so
much.



"Cole - wanna play?"

Hank's voice seeped into my brain and I opened my eyes.  Still sitting on
the wooden riser, leaning back against the sauna wall, with my own two
fingers idly teasing my hot hole as I re-lived Dad popping my ass cherry.
My dick strained, stretched as long as it could go, slick with juice as I
remembered how fantastic my first fuck was.

Dad and Hank were still with me in the hotbox, all of us sweating up a
storm.  Rivulets streamed down our naked, hard flesh.  It was tough to tell
the difference between the grease that Hank and I were coated in and the
sheen of sweat that we all presently sported.  Dad sat about a foot away
from me, also propped up against the wall but his legs hung down over the
risers.  His monumental cock, however, was at its engorged fullest, slick
with his own natural lube.  The ultimate testament to being a guy.  Hank,
with his prick as hard as the both of us, stood between Dad's legs, rubbing
his stiff pole slowly up and down Dad's.  If Dad's cock was a violin,
Yanker's was the bow sawing out a tune and the music was their combined
grunts.

Hank was leaning in, lip locking Dad and I could clearly see their tongue
action - both battling as they danced around in the other's mouth.  Hank
broke away and looked over at me, but didn't stop grinding into Dad's
pulsing shaft.

"It's called frottage, Cole."  Hank explained, as he pushed himself against
Dad.  Dad had both his big, meaty hands on Hank's ass, mashing his hot
son's saddle hard against his own swollen meat.  From where I sat, I could
see them coating each other's dong with their sticky goo.  Strings of it
stretched between Hank's thick cock head and Dad's meaty knob every time
Hank slid his shaft against Dads, down to Dad's ball sac.

"You two were doing this a bit that first afternoon in the bathroom." Dad
added.  "Frotting just before you both shot all over each other."

Both Dad and Hank moaned, and Hank's body shivered a little, all over,
despite the heat of the sauna.

"Fuck that feels sweet!" groaned Hank, throwing his head back and closing
his eyes.  His hips kept grinding their slow, horny dance.

For my part, I sat there watching my father and his first-born cock
wrestle, listening to the sounds of pleasure they both made, proving how
enjoyable it was for them, and fingering myself.  I'd run an index finger
around my pucker, still greasy from the application that Yanker has
slathered on before we got in the heat, now mixed with my own body run-off.
Around I'd go, circling the fucker, then slipping my finger in, then out,
then in again.  Sometimes I'd add another, but no matter how many there
were, every time I entered myself my cock would jump, ooze some syrup, and
my nipples would harden.  All the while I watched them slither against each
other, seep dong drool, and sweat.

"Show Cole how it feels, Hanker." suggested Dad, with a lewd little grin on
his face.  Hank deep kissed Dad again, clearly sucking on his tongue, then
broke away and stepped down a bit until he was in front of me.  He leaned
forward and ran his steel-hard poker straight up against mine, pushing
himself into me while he did.  Electricity ran through my body.  All my
muscles, from my beefy shoulders and pecs, across my popped six-pack, and
right down through my heavy thighs and calves the pleasure shock traveled.
My toes curled.  But I never removed my fingers from my hole.  Just kept
them going steadily in and out.

"Hot!" I hissed.

"Take it slow, boys.  Enjoy it." instructed Dad, leisurely running his
fingers up and down his own massive slab.  His clean-shaven balls jumped in
their pouch as he watched us.  That incredibly heavy-muscled daddy body
with its piles and piles of pumped details - shoulders, chest, arms,
forearms with the sinewy veins crisscrossing themselves, and his wide hands
with those thick fingers and perfectly shaped nails, so white in contrast
to his tanned skin, slowly manipulating his meat saber.  He wasn't about to
let himself blow.  He was clearly building up a massive load of ball juice.
"I fucking love watching you two do each other."  He licked his lips and
winked at us.

"I dunno, Dad.  I think Cole might not be into it." Hank said, grabbing his
stick around the base so his cock head swelled even more and a glob of
honey formed at the piss slit.  "He keeps finger fucking himself."  He
swiped his purple crown of meaty flesh against my asshole.

"Uh......" I moaned, removing my fingers from myself.  I ran them under my
nose.  I love smelling my own ass.  Dad got me into the habit.  I love
smelling my ball sweat, too.

"Maybe we play a different game, huh Cole?" asked Hank, with a slight
teasing lilt to his voice.

"Which one?" I sighed, wiggling my ass a bit.  The sensuous torture of it
all was sublime and I started tweaking my left nipple, pinching at the nub
to get it hard, then running my fingertip slightly over the top.  I was on
fire again.

"Roll the pole in Cole's hole?" asked Hank, wagging his eyebrows up and
down and smiling at me.  "A family favorite." he added.

"Sure is!" piped in Dad, continuing to stroke himself.  He, too, was
pinching and playing with his nipple, as well as massaging his massive
pecs.

"All around, trust me.  But not just yet, Yanker."

Hank looked at me, pursed his lips and frowned just a bit as he pressed his
dripping wet cock head into my relaxed hole.  Just a bit of his dick tip
disappeared into my chute.

"Uh..." I moaned again, almost pushing my ass toward his crotch to get more
of his cock into me.  "Let's frott some more."  I suggested.  "I like
that."

"Whatever my baby bro wants."

Hank slid his straining dick back up against mine and started rubbing up
against me, pressing while he was rolling his hips.  It felt fucking
incredible.

"There you go, baby." Hank cooed, leaning in for one of our porn lip locks.
I fucking love mackin' on my bro.  There's nothing like it.

We played like this, back and forth, for a while then Hank went back to
rubbing and kissing Dad, then back to me, then Dad again.  We were all
sweating like pigs.  Moisture was streaming off us.

"Guys - let's take a break." Dad suggested, as Hank and I wailed our dicks
against each other.  My balls were soaked with a steady load of Yanker's
cock juice and mine.  "We're gonna give ourselves a heart attack if we keep
it up much longer it here."  He got up and put a hand on Hank's shoulder,
leaning over and watching our dicks play the other.

"But what a sweet exit." I moaned, as Hank pulled away from me.

We all left the sauna and trekked into the giant shower area, tiled in blue
stone on the floor and up the four-foot walls that surrounded the pit.  Six
rainmaker water heads hung from the ceiling.  The pit was surrounded by
floor to ceiling glass doors that open out to the property.  As Hank got
the water running, Dad opened all the doors, letting in a summer breeze.
The shower felt like you were walking in a field during a rainstorm, but
the sun was shining.

Our cocks were in various state of arousal.  Dad and I weren't fully hard,
but thick and meaty, and honey dripped from both our heads.  Dad took a
good swipe from my dick and licked his finger.  I did the same to him.
Hank was rock hard - I thought he was going to spontaneously explode in a
shower of jizz at any second, but he didn't.  Instead he kept pulling on
his ball sack and blowing off steam until he backed off the edge of his
orgasm.  We all got under the water and sloughed down.  It felt good to get
the sweat, grease and cock drool off my body, and the grease had worked
perfectly.  My skin was soft and comfortable, and when I ran my hands over
Hank's taut, rippling back and ass, he felt the same.

One last rinse off, I left the shower and went over to lie down.  Opposite
the shower area were six chaise lounges - steel frames with terry cloth
covered cushions, no arms, and articulated backs that allowed the bed to be
positioned completely flat.  Alex changed the covers regularly, and I loved
laying down just from the shower, my body still wet, on the fresh
terrycloth.  With the open window next to me I was both inside and outside
at the same time.  The workout, the run and all the sex play had me a bit
beat, so I laid out flat on my stomach with my round jock ass on full
display.  I opened my legs a bit to let the cool breeze blow over my balls,
crack and man-pussy.

"Nice view!"  Dad yelled from the shower, where he and Hank were soaping
each other up.

"Real fucking nice!" added Hank.

I raised my head and turned around to look at both of them across from me,
naked and sudsy, rubbing each other up and down in the cascading water and
smiled a big, broad grin, laid my head down again atop my crossed biceps
and closed my eyes.


++++

When Manny and Alex first moved in I was a bit uncomfortable.  It was one
thing to be constantly nude with Hank and Dad - it felt completely natural
and I never really thought about it.  Same thing with the sex play.  We
were exploring and everything was new and exciting.  It certainly helped
that both my Dad and older brother are fucking hot-ass studs..  But the way
that they allowed me total access to their bodies and were both willing to
let me try whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted was something I realized I
had taken for granted once Manny and Alex became part of the house.

Coming down to the kitchen the first few days to find Alex making
breakfast, his smooth, muscular body as nude as could possibly be - without
clothes or body hair - his black eyes and white smile so sexy in the
morning.  It made me nervous, I guess.  Some mornings I'd come down to eat
wearing loose boxer shorts.  Alex never said a word to me about my covering
up - just went about his business, bare-assed.  His cock would bounce as he
walked around the kitchen, his ass muscles popped whenever he bent over to
get something out of a cupboard or drawer.  And I couldn't keep me eyes
diverted.  Instead I watched every move he made and often after I'd eaten
I'd slip back upstairs to my room, rip off the boxers and beat our a thick
load of jock cum thinking about his dick, balls and ass.  His lips and
hands and sexy-ass feet.  I'd whack and whack at myself until I'd shot
several ropes of dude cream up my chest and, sometimes, right over my head.

Manny was the same, but different.  He spent the bulk of his time outside,
also as naked as possible.  But depending on what he was doing - yard work,
planting, removing weeds, installing a water feature in the yard, he might
have a pair of beaten up cowboy boots or green rubber wellies that came up
to his knees to protect his feet and legs.  A lot of the time he'd have on
a straw cowboy hat - the kind with the brim that curls up on either side.
And that would be all.  Cock and ass on full display.  Loved every second
of it, I did.  He'd look sexy as hell, his thick muscular body, also
completely hairless, shiny with sweat but the muscles in his back and
shoulders or his hamstrings popping with ridges and bulges.  And again, I'd
be up in my room shooting off a fat fucking load I'd pulled out of myself
thinking about him.  Only in Manny's case it was thinking about him
stuffing me full of his thick cock.

One morning as I approached the kitchen again in my boxers I overheard Dad
and Hank talking.  I froze in my tracks.

"...dunno, Dad, but something's up with him lately.  Ever since the guys
moved in.  Haven't you noticed it?"

"Yea, I have Hank.  I think Cole's a little uncomfortable having them
around."

"But why?  They're the nicest guys.  And fucking hot, too."

"Remember, all this is still a bit new to Cole. Being bare-assed all the
time.  The sex stuff.  It might be too much for him.  Have you talked to
him about it?"

"No.  Didn't seem right for me to bring it up?"

"You're fucking joking, right?  You two live nude 24/7 - in fact, it was
your collective decision.  You openly suck each other's cock and you fuck
him. But you can't talk to him about what's going on with him emotionally?"

"My theory is that he's hot for the guys but doesn't know what to do about
it."

"Really?"

"Just a theory, Dad.  But let me ask you something.  The guys work for you.
How would you feel if you walked in on either one of the them fucking
around with Cole or me?"

Dad paused for a second, then said "For starters, they work for us, not
just me.  But to answer your question, you know, I'm not sure.  It's one
thing for the three of us to screw around like we do.  But the guys do work
here.  And, since they've moved in they haven't really seen the real stuff
we get up to.  I don't know how they'd feel about it either.  I like them
both, a lot, and I'm real comfortable with them here.  God knows they work
like crazy and I can't tell you what a relief it is to have them."

"Have you had them?" asked Hank.  I could just imagine the smirk on his
face as he asked this.

"Smart ass.  Not yet." replied Dad.  "Have you?"

"The other day I was laying by the pool and Manny was doing his thing
outside.  He was sweaty, with his cowboy hat on and he looked so fucking
hot.  They both have great bodies, cocks and asses."

"Yes they do." agreed Dad.

"Manny was bent over some plants, his legs spread, crouching down a bit and
I had this great view of his gorgeous ass and pucker.  I instantly got hard
and without really thinking I started to whack.  Manny saw me, realized I
was getting off on his ass, and opened up a little more, showing me more of
his hole.  After a bit I shot all over myself.  I was covered in jizz.  He
just turned to me, smiled, and said "looks like it was a good one.  Have
fun?"  I told him it was and thanked him for helping me out.  He smiled and
said "anytime.  Always happy to help." then went back to work.  His cock
was rock hard but he never did anything about it, although I think he would
have if I'd said anything."

"Why didn't you?"

"Wasn't sure if you thought it was cool."

"Hanker, if you want to fuck around with either Manny, Alex or both of them
together I don't care as long as they're comfortable with it.  Same goes
for Cole.  Hell, I'd tap 'em both too, as long as it doesn't interfere with
their comfort level working here.  I don't want to fuck that up."

"Got it, Dad.  Geez, you're fucking boned!" Hank laughed.

"What do you expect, with all this fuck talk?" laughed Dad back.

I snuck back upstairs, ditched the boxers and went about my day, nude as
much as possible like usual.

++++

That night I got home after being out with some friends from school.  When
I arrived, Alex and Manny were sitting at the table eating dinner, nude of
course, in the kitchen.

"Hey!", I said as I came in, crossed the room and headed for the stairs.

"Hey", answered Manny.

"Have you eaten, Cole?" asked Alex.  It was nice to have someone besides
Dad ask that of me and know that he had something waiting if I said I was.

"Thanks, Alex.  Had something out with the guys.  Need to get out of these
clothes." I smiled. "Where's Dad and Hank?"

"In the den watching tv." smiled Alex, shooting Manny a look.  Manny smiled
back at Alex.

I didn't think too much about it.  Just ran upstairs and stripped out of
the shorts, t-shirt and flip-flops I had on.  No underwear - I had started
going commando those days and still do.

Coming down the opposite end of the hall, I heard muffled sounds like
moaning coming from the tv room.  I assumed Dad and Hank were watching a
movie.  I was right, but I was not prepared for what I walked in on.

On the big screen flat panel tv was a bi porn movie.  Some chick was
getting plowed in her shaved twat by an equally shaved-down muscle dude.
He was hot.  Another dude, also fucking hot, was stuffing the chick's mouth
with his big, shaved slab of dick meat and the guys were making out.

"What the fuck is this......." I started to ask, turning toward the sofa
where Dad and Hank were seated.  That's when the surprise hit.

Hank was sitting on Dad's lap, facing the tv screen and slowly riding Dad's
fucking ten-inch pole.  He was moaning softly as he slowly rose up, then
plunged down on Dad's enormous cock.  Hank's own dick was hard as a rock
and very, very wet.

"Fuck!!" hissed Hank, lowering himself again and swallowing all the dick
with his ass.  "Yes!".

"Ride it, Hanker.  Ride my fucking cock.  Damn hot, boy!" my father
encouraged my brother.

"What the fuck?!" I was finally able to spit out.

"Hey, Cole", Hank moaned. "Dad's fucking my ass." As if he were just making
normal everyday conversation.  Which, for us, he pretty much was.  He
moaned again and started lifting himself off the slick shaft, inch after
inch re-appearing from his guy-pussy.  Hank was playing with both of his
nipples as he impaled himself on Dad.


"Seems that Hank isn't the butt virgin we thought, Cole." explained Dad,
his hands on both sides of Hank's ass, guiding him with his hips to get
maximum penetration.  "When he told us he prefers ass he didn't explain
that he likes to get it as much as he likes to give it."  Dad moaned as
Hank bottomed out on his rod.  "Hot fucker, your brother."

Hank rolled his head, moaning.  "Feels fucking amazing.  Fuck me, Dad.
Fuck my ass!"

"You're doing all the work, dude." said Dad. "Keep fucking yourself, baby."

Behind me, on the screen, the one shaved hulk had pulled his joint from the
sloppy twat.  It was covered in pussy juice, but still hard as a rock.  He
stood up and the other stud leaned forward, taking the whole thing down his
throat.  Hank moaned even louder.

"Fucking nasty.  Fucking hot!" Hank yelled.

I couldn't take it anymore. Totally disinterested in the movie, except for
the two slabs of beef.  Who wants to watch that when there's a solid,
stiff, juicy man cock, my big brothers as well, bobbing up and down right
in front of me?  I had completely boned up myself.  I walked up to Hank,
kneeled in front of him, and deep-throated his entire slimy shaft.

"Fucking A!" yelled Hank.  "Suck my fucking cock, Cole!  Yeah!"

"Deep-throat that meat!"  Dad yelled.  "When the fuck did you learn to do
that, Cole?"

I pulled off my brother's knob, saliva and cock drool stringing from my
mouth to Hank's meat.  "Finally did it last week and have been practicing.
Was gonna surprise you tonight."  I continued to jack Hank's rod while
talking to my Dad, who continued to fuck Hank's ass.  Hank was in heaven.
I went back to sucking.

We continued like the well-oiled sex machine that we were until Hank's body
started to stiffen.  "I'm gonna fucking blow, Cole.  Get ready."

Hank pistoned his cock in and out of my mouth, then started shooting rope
after rope of fuck batter down my throat.  My own dick was screaming and I
was whacking off in rhythm to Hank fucking my mouth.

"Ugh!  Ugh!  Ugh!"  blast after blast.  "Fuck!  Ugh!  Ugh!  Fuck!!"

When Hank was done I licked off the remaining jizz from his cock head,
digging my tongue into his engorged piss slit to make sure I'd gotten
everything.  When I was sure we was clean, I let him go.

"Thanks Cole!" Hank said, continuing to impale himself on Dad's schlong.

"Ok, enough!" Dad sighed, lifting Hank off his meat.

"You haven't gotten off yet, Dad." said Hank.

"Night's still young." answered Dad, winking at us.  He pinched Hank's
nipple as Hank dismounted.

Dad got up, his slimy meat shiny in the low lighting of the room.  "Getting
myself a beer.  Anybody want one?" he asked.

"I'll go with you."  I said.

"I'm gonna rinse off." said Hank, heading toward the downstairs bathroom.

Dad and I walked into the kitchen, both our cocks at full length.  Dad's
all wet and shiny, my lubed up naturally.  Alex and Manny were both still
at the table.

"Sounds like some fun in there." smiled Alex.

"Fucking my boys." explained Dad, as if it were nothing.  He opened the
refrigerator and grabbed two long necks.  "Brew?" he asked the guys.

"Sure" they both said in unison.  Dad handed both Alex and Manny a bottle,
then grabbed three more, handing me one.

"We're not done in there yet.  Up for joining us?" Dad asked. His cock had
softened a bit and was now dripping syrup on the stone floor.  You couldn't
help but notice how fucking hot he looked.  A slicked up slammin' pole, wet
with lube and his son's ass juice, his heavy man body flushed from the
recent fuck, plugging on a cold beer.

"Man!" said Manny.  "Are you sure about that?  It's your family.  We don't
want to interfere."

"You both live here now.  We fuck around." Dad shrugged.  "Nobody wants to
hide it.  You're both fucking hot and we've all been thinking about sucking
your dicks, eating and fucking your asses.  Haven't we, Cole?"

I had remained speechless up to this point, lost in the raw sex that was my
dad.

"Haven't we, Cole?" asked Dad again, pulling once more on his beer.  His
voice wasn't gruff, just asking a question.

"Yes, Daddy." I managed to choke out, then pulled on my own beer.

"Tell the guys what you want, Cole." instructed my Dad.

I looked directly at both of them.  Their cocks were up and as hard as
ours.  Alex was running a finger around the beefy crown of his dick,
getting it wet.  He lifted his finger and a thin string of sticky ooze
lifted up from his cock head with it.  He looked up at me and smiled.

"I wanna suck both of your cocks.  I want you both to fuck me.  I wanna eat
both your asses.  I want you to watch my brother and my dad and me suck and
fuck each other.  I wanna fuck you both."  My dad turned to me and smiled,
snaking a heavy arm around my shoulder.  "And I wanna fuck you too, Daddy."
I said, looking straight at him.

"Any time, little man.  Anytime.  You know that."  He leaned over and lip
locked me.  When he pulled away his dick was full and thick again.

Hank came into the kitchen just then and Dad handed him his bottle.  Hank
screwed off the top, took a plug and looked around.  "What's going on?" he
asked.

"Your dad just invited us to join in on the fuck games." explained Alex.
"Cole is cool with it.  How about you?"

"Fucking bring it, man!" Hank responded.  "I've wanted a crack at both of
you since the first afternoon that we shucked down and sat outside.
Fucking hot!  Totally into it."

"Cole, tell Hank was you just told all of us." said Dad, smiling at me.
"Go on.  Tell him."

"I wanna fuck everybody here."

"Excellent!" replied Hank.  "Any time you want my ass, baby bro, it's all
yours.  Anytime at all."  Hank leaned over and kissed me, hard.  When he
broke away he asked me "Who's first?"

"I am." said Dad, matter of fact, ending any argument that might have
occurred.  "I took Cole's ass.  He's got a right to mine.  I want my little
man in me as much as he wanted me in him."  Again, Dad leaned over and
kissed me.

Alex and Manny kissed each other as well.  "We got fucking lucky, didn't
we?" Alex asked Manny.

"Not as much as it seems we're about to." answered Manny, with a huge grin
on his face.

Looking at the guys, Dad said "Same deal applies to you two as these two.
Anything, anywhere, anytime, with anyone who is willing.  But remember, we
all live here.  Respect each other."

Alex and Manny got up from the table and walked over to the three of us.
Their cocks were straining, leaking and bobbing as they crossed the room.

"Deal!" said Alex, holding out his beer bottle.

"Deal!" said the rest of us in union, all touching our bottles to Alex's.
We all took a plug.

Alex leaned over, reached up and kissed Dad on the lips.  Dad grabbed the
back of Alex's head and opened Alex's mouth with his tongue.  When he was
done, he did the same thing to Manny.  Hank and I repeated the lip locks
with both guys.  Our five cocks slid up and down, against each other, every
one sluicing each other with dick juice in the process.  It felt damn good.

"Let's get back to fucking." Dad suggested, heading toward the tv room.

"In there?" I asked, surprised.

"No.  Upstairs in my room." laughed Dad.  " I wanna turn off the set and
get the lube."

"Good.  'Cuz your gonna need it." I leered at Dad, grabbing his muscular
ass.

"Excellent!" said Hank, one arm each around Alex and Manny.  Their
respective dicks all throbbed.  "Let's go watch my awesome little brother
pound my hot dad's ass!" said Hank, leading the guys upstairs.