Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2016 18:56:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: BH
Subject: Dad and Me at the Lake House - 15

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Before I knew it, we were far out on the lake, which was much larger than I
thought it was. The lake I'd explored with dad by jet ski was but one small
appendage, connected to the whole by a relatively narrow channel. Once
through it, Dad "opened her up," and the boat tore off, climbing high on
the water.

Shawn kept smiling at me. He seemed to like my dad. Seemed to trust
him. But I was embarrassed. Dad seemed a little full of himself,
suddenly. He looked cocky, his hand at the wheel. And Steve sat up next to
him, watching my father's face.

"Want to go down?" Shawn asked. It wasn't a whisper. But with the sound of
wind in all our ears, I knew the men hadn't heard.

"Yeah!" I said, then looked at the two of them, content as they
were. "We're gonna chill downstairs," I said. I practically had to scream
it. Steve nodded, then screamed back.

"Have fun!" He said. "We'll knock if we need to."

"We won't need to," Dad said to him. At least, I think that's what he
said. It was hard to hear.

I had expected them to make a scene, to tell me no or make a joke about
it. But Steve waved, and Dad simply watched the water. A huge toothy grin
on his face as he flew us forward. I watched for a moment as the boat hit a
patch of wake and we cut through, popping up lightly. A little spray
catching sun in the air.

Shawn grabbed my hand and led me down. He closed the door, but didn't lock
it. And then pulled a small curtain shut.

I backed onto the bed, watching Shawn's face. He grinned dumbly, rubbing
his crotch with his hand as he stepped up to me.

"You still high?" he asked me. And I nodded. "Good."

And then he kissed me, pushing me backward onto the converted bed. There
weren't sheets or anything, obviously, so the vinyl stuck to my skin as we
slid up onto it, making out hard.

Shawn ground his lap into mine. I closed my eyes, picturing my dad
somewhere above us, steering the boat, the wind off the lake raking through
his dark hair. He was probably joking with Steve about what Shawn and I
were doing. Maybe even planning to walk in on us. I pictured them laughing
at my expense. Or was I in on it too? What were we all doing?

"It's cool that your dad doesn't care," he said. Shawn was so hard. Harder
than he had been before, I thought. And I wondered if he didn't hope Dad
came down to check on us.



"He cares," I said. "Maybe too much."

It felt cryptic. A clue. But neither of us said more on the
subject. Instead, we stripped down quick, as if we were racing to cum
before the guys could stop us. That is, until we got down to our underwear,
still swapped from earlier. And then we started laughing. We both kept
watching the door, but with big grins spread across our faces. I listened
for the steps of my dad and uncle up top. But I couldn't hear anything. And
so we let ourselves go.

Shawn kissed a trail down my chest, until his nose was in my pubes. I
watched as he gripped the base of my cock tightly. And then I let my head
fall back. I stared the ceiling of the cabin as Shawn took my cock head in
his mouth. Just as he had when we were role playing on the couch. Every
other thought fell away. In my high mind, there was nothing else outside
the small room. Nothing that wasn't on that vinyl bed. Nothing but my cock,
honestly. My dick and his mouth and my balls and his hand. And nothing else
in the universe. That is, until I felt his finger brush my hole.

I thought of what Shawn and I had been doing on the couch, earlier, when
we'd been interrupted. How Shawn had been licking me down there, playing at
my ring, calling me his little brother.

"Bro," I whimpered, "Feels so good."

"Yeah?"

The boat wheeled around wide, banking sharply. Shawn smiled as the force
made the bed tilt, and us in it. I looked down my body at Shawn's flushed
face. His red wet lips and tongue an inch from my dick. He was loving every
second of what we were doing, and so was I.

Shawn let go of my dick and crawled up onto me, so that we were face to
face. The boat only now coming out of whatever long, joyous turn.

"Since we're brothers," Shawn said. "I guess that makes him MY dad too." I
didn't mind sharing my dad with Shawn. Maybe because I knew deep down that
he would only ever be mine. His shaggy hair dangled down, shading his
eyes. But light was pouring in from a side window, shining on to Shawn's
soft, freckled shoulders. I wanted to kiss his skin. His chest. Feel every
inch of his long, boyish arms.

He touched my cheek with his hand, sweetly, and I turned to take his thumb
in my mouth.

He flipped his hair out of his face, and I looked into his eyes. He was a
bad boy, under it all. I could tell he'd gotten into plenty of trouble. And
maybe planned to get into some more. And yet I trusted him. In some way
that made me feel vulnerable and sure, at once. I wondered if that's what
having a real big brother feels like. And then I felt Shawn grind into me,
slippery against my skin. Probably not, I thought. He pulled his thumb out
of my mouth, which made a little sucking sound. I groaned loudly, my mouth
finally free.

"Dad's gonna hear you," Shawn said, putting a finger to his lips. And then
he rolled over onto his back.

It was my turn, I thought. My turn to suck him. To nibble and kiss and
tongue the length of his body. The way he had tantalized me. But my thought
was still on Shawn's shoulders. And so after climbing up onto him, I
straddled him. And bent down, as if for a kiss. Watching his eyes close as
he licked his lips. I kissed his cheek, his sideburn. And then found his
neck and cheek. Kissing him softly at first, and then harder. Sucking him
harder, wanting to leave a mark. And maybe I did, but I wasn't looking. I
simply sucked a trail down across his peck, to his nipple. Then under,
where his smooth chest hollowed out at the center. And then I hovered
there, lapping at Shawn. My ass inching backward over his erection.

"Oh fuck," Shawn moaned. And I shushed him, as he had just shushed me. And
then I pointed up toward the ceiling, giving him a little wink.

The boat banked again, and I gripped Shawn's thighs with my own, to steady
myself. Feeling his cock flex under me.

My mouth and chin were wet with my own saliva. I wiped it with the back of
my hand while Shawn stared up at me. His face a mix of hunger and
anticipation. I'd seen a similar look before. On Steve's face. But when had
it been? And then I remembered how just that morning, before running out to
the street to meet Shawn, I'd talked my dad into letting me fuck him. And
how it would have happened if I'd wanted it to. If I hadn't been so pissed.

"Suck me, little bro," Shawn practically commanded. But I shook my head
no. I was still buzzed, my mind racing in ten directions. And yet none at
all, if that makes sense. I watched as he furrowed his brow, confused and
maybe annoyed. And then I made my way down his body, bending forward. My
mouth grazing his cock as I dove for his balls and taint.



"I'm gonna fuck you," I moaned between breaths, unsure if he'd be able to
hear me. But he gasped at the declaration, raising his knees for me.

Shawn's taint was bright with strawberry blond and brown hair. Much hairier
than mine. A surprise, considering his smooth chest and the light hair on
his arms. I lapped at the hair until it was all matted down, getting closer
and closer to his waiting hole. Around it, too, was a shock of thin, soft
hair, curling away in all directions. I licked it all delicately at
first. Letting my tongue swirl. I wanted his hole wet before diving into
it. And as I did, Shawn hugged his knees tight to his chest, giving me all
the access I wanted.

I thought of Dad and me in the tent. Of how he played my body like an
instrument. I wanted to be as wild and forceful as my father when I fucked
Shawn. But as seductively gentle as our first touches, too. I pictured my
father, opening me up, and mimicked the glances I remembered him giving
me. Eyeing Shawn as I rose to check his face, my fingers massaging his wet
ring. I savored the feel of his soft, wet hair, viscous with my spit. I
stroked his hard taint with the thumb of my other hand, and then reached up
between his raised legs to stroke him.

"Oh, god," Shawn grunted. And I realized I'd barely touched him yet, with
everything we'd done. Now that I had, he oozed, overflowing from my
fist. Pre-cum spilt onto his tight belly. "Fuck me," he moaned louder. So
loud I wondered if the guys could hear it. Shawn clearly wanted them
to. "Awwwwwww, fuck," he panted with his deep voice booming.

"Shhh," I said, but Shawn was high. He could tell I wasn't actually afraid
of what would happen if the guys heard us. And so he got louder, directing
his grunts at the ceiling. Maybe to tease me. Maybe to see if he could bait
them.

"Dad's gonna hear us," I warned. Pressing two fingers into Shawn's ass. He
gasped.

"Good," he said. And then he moaned that he wanted my dick.

I asked if there was lube and he smiled. "No," he said. "Spit on it." And
between that and my pre-cum, I entered him right then. All at once, as he
took it smooth into his hole. I called him a pro, and he looked proud for a
second, whimpering sweetly that I "get" him. I watched his mouth, his
tongue on his lips, his eyes. Shawn stroked himself as I thrusted into
him. And it was the weirdest thing. It was like I was my dad for a second,
and not me. Like he was in my head, taking over. And before I knew it, I
was lifting my knees onto the vinyl on either side of Shawn, and lifting
his body up with me. Cradling his waist with my arms as my cock grew inside
him. It wasn't me who growled for Shawn to ride me. But he did. And soon I
was on my back, Shawn on top of me, looking at me like I was a mad man
under him. Which I guess I was.

I thought I heard a knock. I called out "What?" sounding more pissed than I
was. But no one answered. And no one came in. Instead, the motor slowed,
then went quiet. "Fuck," I said to Shawn. "Dad's probably coming!" And I
didn't mean it as role play. I meant it as a warning. But Shawn bucked hard
on top of me, totally into it. And cum shot out of his beautifully hard
cock, before he'd even touched it. Right onto my chest, then waist. I
reached up and stroked him hard as he ground into me. And I got so close to
cumming, watching Shawn's face as his ass clamped down, that I cried out
that I was.

"Fuck," Shawn grunted. "Give me that load, little bro." But I thought the
door would swing open at any second. And I wanted to cum in Shawn with
Dad's eyes on me if I could. Wanted my father's eyes locked on mine, proud
of his boy. So instead of letting my nutt go, up into Shawn's clenching
ass, I flexed my crotch and made my cock pulse there, faking it for a few
seconds, buying some time.

Only the door never opened. And as I realized it wasn't going to, Shawn
climbed off of me, satisfied. "Fuck that was nice," he said. And he pulled
me close to him, dripping cock to dripping cock. His long arms tight to my
back. The stale smell of weed still on his breath. "Whatever that was." He
gave me a comical look, his eyes widening in pretend disbelief. Then he
nuzzled into me and hugged me as we softened.

"What the fuck's going on up there?" I said.

"Why? You don't think something's wrong, is it?"

It was as if Shawn had been in a haze until right then. Between the weed
and the fucking, he had been blissfully distracted. Suddenly, all of the
pleasure seemed replaced by anxiety.

"I'm sure it's fine," I told him. But there was no real calming him down
until we checked. Shawn said in case we'd been pulled over by lake patrol
or something, we should probably head up fully dressed.

"Which undies should I wear?" I said, teasing us both.

"Mine, bro. I'm never giving yours back!" And then he snatched my underwear
out of my hands and slipped them on. His face steeling over, looking
anxious again.

Once we were up top, however, everything was chill again. There was no sign
of lake patrol. Instead, we could hear the men laughing and splashing in
the water. When I leaned over the edge, Dad saw me. He gave me a wink, then
waved for me to come in after them.

"Water's great!" he said. And then I noticed their shorts up on the
deck. Dad and Steve were skinny dipping! I looked into the translucent
water, hoping to see if they were hard or not, but a few inches under the
surface the water became green and murky. It was impossible to
tell. Especially from up on the boat.

No questions asked, I started to peel my clothes back off. Shawn smiled,
doing the same. I watched Steve swim up behind my dad, and then they both
couldn't take their eyes off of Shawn and me. Mostly Shawn, who seemed to
be making a show of it. Pulling his--well, my--underwear off super slowly,
as if no one were watching. Then the two of us dove in, headfirst, naked
into the sunny water.

I immediately swam over to dad. And I'm glad I did.

"How you doing, kiddo?" Dad whispered to me. From the sound of his voice I
expected to find a mischievous look in his eye. Instead, he looked
pleased. Grateful even. I cocked my head, squinting at him. And he glanced
up at the Bayliner, pointed to it with his grin. As if it were a gift I'd
given him.

"How you doing, Daddy-O," I echoed, treading water in front of my dad,
savoring the moment between us.

"I asked you first," Dad whispered, a curious smile on his face as he
squinted back on me. His dark hair looked darker than normal, wet with lake
water. His shoulders and arms sparkled as he reached for me, his tan skin
shining in the late afternoon light. "Having fun?" he asked, and I nodded,
letting him catch my wrist. He pulled me toward his lap, and I let myself
drift.

"Too much fun, or just enough?" Dad asked, deliberate in his wording. I
really didn't think Shawn could hear him, but Dad acted like he was
speaking in code.



"The perfect amount of fun," I said. "I'm glad you're here."

It felt like I was changing the subject. But Dad smiled, going along with
it. I didn't want to talk about Shawn. Not with Daddy looking at me like
that. Not with his hand tugging my wrist, pulling me in. I pictured his
naked body under the water. His semi-hard dick loose between his legs, his
big balls afloat instead of hanging low and heavy in their furry sack. Dad
pulled me into him, and I reached for his cock with my thigh, wanting to
feel it. But he turned me around, not letting me get too close.

"Hey," I said. And his grip got tighter. I couldn't tell if it was playful
or not, but it hurt. "Ow. Dad!"

"Shhh," Dad said, and I took a deep breath, no longer longer facing him. He
held me there at arm's length, the two of us pretending to watch Shawn and
Steve, who were splashing each other, swimming in circles. Dad pulled me
closer, from behind. Moved his grip to my elbow. I felt Dad's other hand on
the small of my back for a split second. Then right away, his finger was at
my hole, feeling for something. And as he pressed, I spread against
him. Treading water as he did it.

"Didn't let him fuck you, I see." Dad's finger circled my hole, out of
view, and we both played it cool, totally chill from the shoulders up. My
back toward my naughty father.

"Did you cum?" Dad grunted, pulling me closer still. He gripped my armpit,
his other hand hooking up from under me, cupping my balls. I kicked gently
in place, but could feel Dad had me. I could have been still and given him
my weight entirely. Instead I paddled with my free arm. Dad gripped my
balls.

"Did you?" He said. I shook my head no. "You telling Daddy the truth?" And
I nodded, afraid to face him or even turn my head. Gripping me where he
was.

I gasped, the whole thing turning me on. And I suppose Dad thought I was
gasping for air, cause it let go of me, turning me to face him. I looked
Dad straight in the eyes, then nodded again.

"I was waiting for you," I said. It was true, after all. And Dad purred at
the notion, gripping my plump cock this time in his big warm hand. He
worked it slow so his shoulder stayed put.

"Good boy," he murmured. "My. Perfect. Son."

"I want to kiss you so bad," I whispered, and Dad smiled, all cocky.

"I bet you do."

"Anyone else want beer?" Shawn called out. And when we looked up, the two
of them were swimming over to us.

"I do," Shawn said timidly. "Kyle?"

Truth is, I wasn't ready to get out of the water. Mostly because I was
suddenly hard as fuck in my Dad's grip. And though he'd let go quickly, my
cock was still throbbing like it was filling with more blood. I didn't want
Shawn to know my dad had just been fondling me. I didn't want to have to
explain my hard pink dick, freshly flush with pleasure.

"I guess so. But..."



"Look. We can pop over to my place," Steve said. "I'll swim to shore and
grab the cooler. Tow it back with me. Won't take but a minute." Shawn
nodded, as if they'd already settled on a plan. I turned to Dad, and he
shrugged.

"It's your lake," he said to them both. Then, "Your boat," he said to
Shawn. "Beer sounds good."

Then Steve swam for the ladder, right between Dad and me. My uncle's hair
glistened as the water poured off his back and down his perfect bare
ass. Then right behind him, Shawn started up the ladder, my uncle's balls
dripping on the guy as he looked up, catching a glance.

"Do we have to?" I asked Dad, stalling. I crossed and uncrossed my toes, my
hard dick bobbing in front of me. Shawn and Steve looked down at us from
the deck, and I wondered if they could see the head of my jutting cock. But
if either could, they didn't say. They stopped watching me, talking about
whatever, and so I started for the ladder, all slow. Acting like I was
simply being careful. "Are there towels?" I asked, but Shawn didn't
answer. As I pulled myself out of the water, a breeze made my skin feel
suddenly chill. Which helped ease my boner a little, I think. Because as I
stepped, dripping, onto the deck, my cock looked full and plump, but soft
enough for the guys not to say anything.

I wish I could say the same for my father. Not ten seconds after I was on
the deck, I heard Steve snicker. Then Shawn gasped. And when I turned
around, Dad was shaking the water out of his hair at the top of the ladder,
his huge cock hard as ever. The water held in all that body hair was still
flowing off him and down his front. It poured off the head of his cock
briefly, and we all watched it. I checked Shawn's face, but he smiled at me
like he was in heaven. No judgement on his eyes at all. Pure admiration.

"I love that you all are so comfortable with each other," he said, his eyes
still bulging.

"Yeah, we're pretty great," Steve said. Then he high-fived my Dad with a
wet slap. Dad's cock defied gravity, springing as he stepped to reach for
his shorts.

"Wait, wait," Shawn said. He put his palms up to my dad. "Don't get
dressed!" Dad looked around, then shrugged.

"I thought we were getting beer," he said.

"We were," Shawn said.

"We are," Steve said, a moment later.

"But there's no rush. Right, Uncle Steve?" Shawn crossed his arms in front
of his thin chest, turning in place to look at my uncle. Shawn's short,
light pubes looked practically dry already. I stared at his veiny dick as
it swayed in front of him, it's shadow long on his leg. "I mean, it won't
be light out for too much longer."

"True," Dad said. And I caught him giving his hard cock a little tug when
Shawn wasn't looking. Then he winked at me.

"Fine," Steve said, and Shawn put his arm around him. She pressed his
younger, smooth body against Steve's, and then gave his dark beard a tug.

"You don't have that pot on you, do ya?" Steve asked, slapping Shawn on the
ass, making the him yelp.

"No, but..." Shawn started. And then he seemed to re-consider. "I mean, we
can get beer first if you want," he said.

"First?" I asked. "What are you two planning?" But Steve was avoiding my
eye contact, pretending he didn't hear me.

"Wait. What were you gonna say?" Dad asked Shawn, and the boy blushed. Then
all three of us were poking him in the ribs, urging him to tell us.

"I can't," he said. "They're not mine. They'll know."

Dad wrapped his strong arms around Shawn and Steve and I backed away for a
second. He whispered something in Shawn's ear that made them both
giggle. My eyes scanned my dad's handsome back, waist, ass, legs. Broad, he
blocked Shawn almost entirely.

Then Dad started to tickle him, like he sometimes does me.

"Joints!" Shawn squealed, immediately. "My dad keeps a 'medicine box'
hidden onboard." He pushed my dad off of him, angry, as if Dad's tickling
somehow crossed a line. "I think I know where it is. But he'd seriously
kill me. It's bad enough I took the boat out. But he'll know if one's
missing," Shawn explained. "And then he'd know I was on the boat."

"We'll replace it!" Steve said. "Would he know his pot from yours or mine?"
Shawn covered his face with his hands, shaking his head. "Nephew," Steve
said. And then he gave me a knowing look, amused at himself. "You know you
want to get high with your Uncle Steve."

"I hate you," Shawn said, but he was smiling now. "Slap my ass again?"

"Huh?" Steve said.

"Slap my ass, I said," Shawn repeated. Sternly.

Then Steve slapped Shawn's ass with a smack, and Shawn nodded.

"I'll be right back."

Shawn disappeared below, and the three of us stayed put, leaving him his
privacy. That didn't stop us, though, from huddling to whisper.

"Fuck he's cute," Steve said to me, and I thanked him.

"I think he's into Steve," Dad said. And I agreed.

"You don't mind?" Steve said, seeming actually surprised. "I mean, can I?"

"It's not up to me," I said. "It's up to him," I said. Though it was sweet
Uncle Steve was giving me a choice.

"Yeah right," Dad said. "He's panting for it, bro."

Something about the way Dad said "bro" gave me pause. But I told myself
Steve was his brother-in-law. And so it would make sense for him to call
him that, even if I've never heard it.

"It's possible he's just being flirty," I said. "I mean, officially he
thinks you both are straight."

"He couldn't possibly," Steve said. But it baffled me.

"Look at you two!" I said, getting loud. "Two fucking stud men. I mean he's
attracted to you both. But it's possible he doesn't think it will go
anywhere."

"I think he knows exactly where it's going, Kyle," Steve said, serious as
when he showed up at Shawn's door. And Dad nodded, as if it were
obvious. Suddenly I felt like there was a clear plan, all along, but that I
was the only one who wasn't let in on it.

"Tell, me, then," I said. "Where's it so obviously going?"

But before either one of them could answer, Shawn interrupted us.

"Oh my fucking god," he said. "You won't believe what I found." I turned
around, and Shawn was standing there, naked as before, both arms behind his
back.

"Today is CRAZY," he said, doubling over for a moment with laughter, then
straightening again, keeping whatever hidden. "Mind blown," he cackled. "I
don't even..."

"What?" Dad interrupted him. "Tell us."

"Pick a hand," Shawn said, standing straighter. Steve pointed to Shawn's
left shoulder, and he reached out his left fist. He turned it over, and as
it opened we all saw joints and a lighter.

"Awesome," Steve said.

"Good boy!" Dad said

But my eyes were still on Shawn's right shoulder and upper arm, waiting to
be shown what else he'd found. His eyes met mine, and I with my glare.

"What's in your other hand?" I asked, and Shawn lost his shit again,
laughing and swaying in place.

"My dad is such a hypocrite," he said. And then he pulled out the biggest
dildo I have ever seen.