Date: Sun, 27 Apr 2008 15:23:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Cover yer Teeth <coveryerteeth@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Hardwick Men, part 10

     "I'm gonna cum!"

     "Me, too! FUCK!" Brad said.

     He was on the other side of an ottoman that our friend Jeff was lying on,
giving Jeff the fucking of his life. I was deep-dicking Shane who was in a
sixty-nine with Jeff. We fucked them hard while they both sucked each other
off. Once the last few drops of cum were deposited, we grabbed some beers and
spent the next hour or so just lazing around our living room, which was
littered with the skin mags Shane had bought, recuperating and half-heartedly
watching the Bi porn on the big screen.

     "These movies of y'all's are hot, but not nearly as hot was what we just
did!" Jeff said.

     "You said it," Shane agreed while flipping through a stroke book. "I'd pay
good money to ride that ride, again."

     Now that I had dumped my load and cleared my head, my curiosity began to
get the better of me. "You never told us what the plan for all this hot shit
was, Shane. What are you gonna do? Let Dad find it?" I asked.

     "Yeah. I thought we'd start by letting him find one of these magazines,"
he said, looking around to see where the Bi volumes had got off to amid all of
Dad's straight ones that were always laying around. "If he just finds one and
has a cow about it, then we can play it off like a joke or something. If he
likes it, I figure he just won't mention it and we can kick things up a notch
from there." That's my big brother. He had trouble remembering his locker
combination, but when it comes to getting laid his mind is practically
Machiavellian.

     Jeff said, "Which one are you going to let him find?"

     "Should probably be the tamest, I reckon," I suggested between sips of
brew, my eyes fixed on the movie.

     Brad picked one up and tossed it at Shane as he said, "That would be this
one. These others make it look boring."

     "I'll go slip it into one of the stacks of mags in his room," Shane said
as he fumbled his Polaroid back into its case and gathered up all the snap
shots we took. ". . . and go put my camera up."

     "I swear to God, Shane. I'll beat your ass if you show those pictures to
anyone. I mean it," Jeff said in his best attempt at a threatening tone.

     Shane rolled his eyes at him. "Please. Who the fuck would I show them to?
Besides, you can hardly tell it's you in most of them. Our faces are the ones
that are all over the place. We'd be more embarrassed for people to see them
than you would."

     A few days later, I got up to find Dad, Shane and Brad sitting around the
kitchen table quietly eating cereal. Shane and Dad were flipping through some
straight porn mags while Brad stared off into space. I fixed myself a bowl and
plopped down in the chair next to Dad. There was a stack of stroke books on the
table between us, so I took one off the top hoping to start one of our usual
family meal/circle jerks. My eyes nearly fell out of my head when I saw that
the magazine I had uncovered was the Bi porn mag that Shane had planted in
Dad's room. My pulse quickened as I tried to think. I was sure my brothers
hadn't noticed so I covertly nudged them both, under the table, with my feet.

     Brad's eyes got as big as saucers. When Shane saw that Dad had brought the
one we left for him down with him to breakfast a giant grin stretched across
his face to show how pleased he was with himself. He quickly tried to shake it,
though, so as not to let on. It was a very precarious situation. I wasn't quite
sure how to act. How could we be sure that he had seen it? What if he just took
the handful of books from the top of his stack on his way downstairs? I was all
prepared to just ignore it and try to make it through breakfast, but Brad had
other ideas.

     "Hey, Dad. Can I see that one when you're done with it?" he asked. It was
a maneuver so shrewd, I honestly wouldn't have thought it possible of him.

     Dad simply grunted, "Mmm, Hmm," and immediately handed the straight porn
magazine he had been perusing to Brad.

     The next thing that happened was so serendipitous, so long awaited, and
yet, a casual observer wouldn't even have a clue that anything about this
situation had changed, at all. However, when Dad reached down to grab the Bi
stroke book, opened it right in front of us and casually flipped through it as
if it were nothing extraordinary, EVERYTHING had changed. You could almost hear
the syncopated rhythm of my heart beat combined with my brothers'. The three of
us had sprung mad wood and exchanged furtive glances. Shane was so excited he
looked like he was about to jump out of his skin. He wasted no time. Soon, our
big brother was jerking off like crazy, pretending to flip through his porn,
but mostly just watching Dad look at all the pictures of guys fucking each
other with the odd snatch thrown in. Brad and I followed suit.

     When Dad started to beat off to the Bi porn, right there in front of us,
we were done. It was the hottest moment any of us had ever experienced, up to
that point, and there was no pretending to look at the porn anymore. It got
the best of me. I couldn't hold out and soon my chest and stomach was covered
in cum. Shane and Brad weren't far behind. Dad never seemed to take his eyes
off of the magazine we gave him. When he started huffing and panting, we knew
we were in for a sight. He never set the book down, though. As spurt after
spurt of hot, sticky ballmilk sprang forth from that fire-hose-sized dong, his
eyes remained fixed on the images of dudes taking hard cocks up their asses.

     "DAMN," Dad bellowed, after an errant shot of cum landed somewhere that
made his three sons' jaws drop. "Shot right into my mouth, again! Ah, well. It
never hurts for a guy to eat his own cum, now and then. Does it boys?" He sat
the book down and walked upstairs to shower with an odd grin on his face.

     "Did you see that?" Brad said incredulously.

     Shane was punching the air. "THAT WAS HOT!!!"

     "Yeah, it was," I affirmed. "I just blew my wad not five minutes ago and
I'm already hard, again."

     After that we set the rest of the Bi stroke books out around the house and
they somehow managed to all find their way into Dad's bedroom. The next step
was to leave the two Bi fuck films that Shane bought in the stack of pornos by
the big screen in the living room. One day, we came home from school to find
Dad butt-naked on the couch in the living room beating off to one of them.

     "What'cha doin', Dad?" Shane asked gleefully, almost half-off with all his
clothes. All three of us were naked and stroking in seconds.

     "Watchin' some HOT SHIT!" Dad replied with a big silly smile. "Where did
you boys get this stuff?"

     Sitting beside him, I replied, "We took a ride out to the adult bookstore,
a while back."

     Dad laughed a big belly-laugh and ruffled mine and Brad's hair. He said,
"You kids don't need to be wasting your money on silly stuff like porn. You
should have just told me y'all were into this shit and I'd have gotten some for
you!"

     "For real?" I heard Brad asked from Dad's other side.

     "Of course," he assured us. "Besides, I keep that bookstore in business
and they know it. They throw me all kinds of freebies. Y'all really don't need
to pay for porn when I can get it for you for free. Right? By the way, there's
lots more in that sack there at the end of the coffee table."

     "Dad, you're the man!" Shane blurted out from over on the love seat.

     "Took you this long to figure that out?" Dad teased, smiling from ear to
ear.

     Things got quiet for a bit as we were all riveted by the movie. Men and
women in all kinds of combination. Sucking cock. Fucking cunts and assholes. It
was mesmerizing.

     "Hey, Dad. Can you shoot cum into your mouth whenever you want to or does
that just happen by accident?" Brad asked.

     Shane perked up and added, "Yeah! That was fucking sweet when you did that
the other day. Think you can do it again, Dad?"

     "We'll see," Dad said. "Most of the time I can get some pretty good air
when I blow a load. It's all about where and how hard you squeeze your dick
when you nutt. Doesn't always work, though."

     "Bet you can't do it," I taunted him.

     "Oh, ho!" he exclaimed. "Bet you a hot breakfast in the morning that I
can."

     "You're on!"

     Dad beat his mammoth cock hard and fast, panting, "oh, oh, oh." Every
muscle in his arms, chest and abdomen were flexed and bulging as he got closer.
Suddenly he stopped moving his hand and just squeezed his fist tightly around
his big ramrod, right below the crown. A giant spurt flung from his cock and
flew right over his head. Three more followed, hitting him in his hair on his
cheek and, sure enough, right in his mouth. He went back to beating off as a
little more spooge came oozing out of his beautiful piece.

     "AWESOME!!" Shane yelled. "I wonder if I can do that."

     The three of us jerked like mad and tried to replicate the trick we had
just seen our father demonstrate. I hit my chin. Shane hit himself in the eye.
Not quite as much fun as he may have hoped. By some bizarre turn, Brad managed
to spooge right in his own ear. He always was a little odd, that one.

     Dad just chuckled like a little kid and said, "As often as you boys jerk
off, I would have expected you to have better aim than that."

     The next morning, Dad held me to the bet. He woke me up, bright and early,
by playing the dickslap game. On my face.

     "He did WHAT??" Shane hollered before flinging me over his hip and
slamming me down into the mud. "You're full of shit!"

     When I had collected myself, I responded, "I shit you not." Then I grabbed
him by the ankle and yanked his feet out from under him. He slammed down hard,
right beside me.

     Brad came up behind me and put me in a head-lock. "He's still a long ways
away from wanting to fuck around with us, though. The other day, I used his
dildo up my ass when I beat off and I left it in a way different spot than
where I found it. He never said a word about it to any of us. I can't think of
anything more than what we've already done to get him interested. Can you?" he
asked as he flipped me over onto my stomach and ground his boner against my
crack.

     Our little spot in the woods was close to a clearing where the dry bed of
an old pond lay. Unseasonably substantial rainfall had turned all the
vegetation bright green, but it wasn't quite enough to leave standing water in
the pond. It had just turned the ground muddy. If there is is one thing my
brothers and I can never be accused of, it's passing up an opportunity to mud
wrestle.

     Shane came crashing down on top of Brad, knocking the wind out of me. As I
struggled to breathe, he said, "Dad's not as far away as you think. He jerked
off to those pictures of us banging the shit out of Jeff."

     "WHAT?!?" Brad rolled out from under Shane and pinned him on his back with
one leg over his shoulder. "How the hell do you know that?"

     "Cuz. I took all the 'new' magazines and pilled them up in my room with
that stack of snapshots in the middle. Dad asked me where all the good stroke
books got off to and I told him to just go help himself. The next day, I found
them buried in the same way, only between the straight mags that were in that
same stack, underneath. But, some of them were stuck together."

     I ran up and tackled Brad, knocking him off of Shane and slamming into him
with such force my hard, mud-covered cock nearly went right up his asshole.
"Jesus Christ, are you serious? Fuck me, I could nutt just imagining it!"

     "I know. Right?" Shane said, standing up and looking at how ridiculously
covered in mud his entire naked body was. "I think, all it would take is for
the three of us to help each other out the next time we're all circled up and
he's in. We've got him."

     We just threw our clothes over the seats in Shane's car so we wouldn't
fuck up the interior too bad and drove home butt-naked, albeit covered in mud.
The plan was to shower in the pool house to avoid tracking in mud. None of us
were really fond of housework and Dad would have made us clean up after
ourselves if we made a mess. When we pulled up at the house, we parked around
back and headed for the pool house. As we got closer we noticed Dad was lifting
weights out there.

     "Hold on guys," Shane said putting his hands out to stop us both in our
tracks. "I've got an idea. Come this way."

     Instead of going into the pool house shower, Shane led us around to the
side of the house where we kept the garden hose curled. He had us all brush off
as much mud as we could with our hands so that big clumps wouldn't fall off of
us with each step and then he hosed off our feet up to the ankles. We went into
the house through the utility room, stopping to dry our feet on the mat.

     When we got upstairs in front of a rear window that over looked the pool
house, Shane said, "When we see Dad coming toward the house, we'll go turn the
water on in his shower. Then, we'll wait until we hear him coming up the stairs
before we all jump in. We'll, like, be soaping each other up and rubbing each
other down and sporting chubbies and we'll tell him there's room for one more."

     "You're crazy, dude! He'll never go for that," Brad objected.

     Shane grabbed Brad's dick and tugged on it to get it hard as he responded,
"So what. If he doesn't then we'll just have to jerk each other off in front of
him, like I said earlier. This is going to happen, eventually. I'm ready for it
to be, today. Aren't you?"

     My rock hard cock betrayed that I was game and Brad agreed, as well, just
before I spotted Dad on his way into the house.

     "What the fuck happened to you guys?!?" Dad hollered, standing at the door
to his bathroom, stark naked, and sucking down a beer.

     The three of us were soaping each other up as sensually as we could
manage, trying to make the scene alluring. We were both horny as hell and so
nervous we could shit, all at once. I was in the middle and I kept turning
around so that my hard dick would rub around with Shane's and Brad's so Dad
could see.

     "The old pond got just enough rain to make a good mud wrestling hole. You
missed out, Big Time!" Shane teased him, before reaching around from behind me
to soap down my pecs, letting his soapy erection prod my asshole.

     After another swig, Dad grinned and said, "Well, you sure picked a hell of
a time to snake my shower from me. I just got through lifting and I STINK!
Guess I can wait, though."

     My heart had jumped up in my throat, but I knew it was now or never. I
gathered as much calm as I could muster and said, "You could fit five more
people in here. What do you think that second shower head over there is for, if
you're never gonna use it?"

     Dad took a second to think. "I guess you're right," he agreed, then he
downed the last of his beer and stepped toward the shower.

     Shane was like a kid in a candy store. As soon as Dad opened the shower
door, our big brother started shuffling around so that he would be closest to
him. Dad moved towards us with his monster meat swinging between his legs and
closed the door behind him.

     "You barely need a shower! You're not nearly as dirty as we are," Shane
chided. He gestured that he wanted to see just how sweaty Dad had gotten in his
work out. "Let me see?"

     Dad raised his arm so Shane could take a big whiff. When Shane's face got
close, Dad grabbed the back of his head and crammed his nose in his stank
armpit. "Pretty foul, huh? Yeah, soak it all in!" he teased before finally
letting loose of his oldest son.

     Shane laughed and bounced around, "I take it back. You're nasty!"

     "What about you two? You wanna sniff?" Dad said with a smile as he walked
toward Brad and me with his arms over his head.

     I got under one arm, putting one hand on Dad's back and the other on his
rock hard abs. Brad followed my lead and did the same. While we were pretending
to be mildly put off, Shane was on his knees drinking in the aroma from Dad's
hot, sweaty ass.

     "PHEW! Dad! I can smell your ass sweat from here," Shane fake-complained
after he had stood up to grab a bar of soap. "Let's get rid of that before we
all pass out."

     When Shane started rubbing a handful of soap suds around in Dad's ass
crack, Dad lowered his arms to rest them on our shoulders. He closed his eyes
so Brad and I took the opportunity to look down at Dad's dick which had sprang
to life and was on the rise. Then he began to squat and lean forward, taking
his arms off of us so Brad and I got out of the way.

     He said, "Thanks, Shane. Here, I'll help you so you can really get at
that." Bending forward a little bit, he reached back with both hands to spread
his ass cheeks wide so Shane could have full access to his Daddy's butthole.

     Brad and I went back to soaping each other down when I got an idea. I
said, "Damn, Brad! Your ass smells, too. You and Dad are sure cut from the
same cloth." I soaped up my hands and then got Brad to bend over, right in
front of Dad and stood beside him while I massaged my soapy hand around his
hole.

     Dad opened his eyes to see us in this position and said, "Don't let them
give you shit, Brad. That's exactly what a man is supposed to smell like."

     Then Dad gestured for me to hand him the soap. He rubbed it around in his
hands for a moment and then handed it back to me. When I turned back from
placing it on the ledge, I saw Dad had taken over for me. His gigantic ramrod
was at full mast and he was intently watching his own hand rub over and over
his youngest son's asshole. Suddenly left without someone to rub down, I shot
a glance around Dad's ass at Shane. His face was lit up with such elation, you
would have thought he was riding the world's biggest roller coaster. He looked
at me with a big, dopey smile and shot me a thumbs up. I just grinned.

     "God damn. Something still reeks. What is that?" Shane played up, when he
noticed that I was standing around like the odd man out.

     Dad moved his eyes as if he were trying to see Shane, then looked right at
me and went back to "washing" Brad's ass crack. Seemingly concentrating on the
task at hand, he casually said, "Oh, that's probably my balls. They sweat like
crazy when I lift."

     "Cade, do me a favor an get those. Will ya? With my face right here, that
stench is murder!" Shane said, never one to mis a cue. Despite his
"complaints," his expression looked more like that of a man standing in the
middle of a flower garden.

     I grabbed the soap and Dad moved the hand that wasn't soaping Brad to his
back so that I could have room to kneel in front of him. I took the bar of soap
and rubbed it around his pelvis and on his nuttsack, a little timid to actually
do everything I had always wanted to with the gonads from which I originated.

     I could feel Dad's eyes on me before he said, "They ain't gonna get clean
that way. Use your hands."

     He obviously wasn't shying away, so I worked up a big lather and started
rolling my Dad's balls around between my two hands. I rubbed and tugged them,
gently. All I could think about was how great it would be to have them in my
mouth.

     "You know, my cock is probably covered in ball sweat, too."

     I almost lost bladder control, right there. After all this time, it seemed
almost too good to be true. Did my Dad really just ask me to fondle his hard
dick? Dutiful son that I am, I grasped his ballsack in my left hand then used
my right hand to soap up his shaft. His long, think, seemingly unending shaft.
I bet you would need three hands my size to grip around the entire length of
that thing.

     "DAD! I'd ought to ram my whole hard cock straight up your ass! Guys he's
totally fucking with us!" Shane was yelling the same way he yelled when he
unwrapped a box for a new game system, one Christmas, and found that Dad had
hid the console and stuffed the box full of socks.

     Dad was almost doubled-over with laughter.

     "What's the deal?" Brad asked. He had gotten lost in the world of asshole
massages and nearly drifted off.

     "You don't have to bother with this whole 'Let's Help Daddy Wash Up'
routine, anymore. He's every bit the perverted old fucker we always suspected
him to be!"

     "Whu- SHANE?!?" I couldn't believe he said that. Was all our planning shot
to shit, now?

     "I've been fingering his asshole for the last two minutes! I made it up to
three fingers and he didn't say a word. He's been toying with us this whole
time we thought we were toying with him!" Shane said, laughing hysterically and
pointing at Dad with the same three fingers that were just removed from his
anus.

     Brad looked like he was afraid to smile. "DAD?!?"

     "Oh, man!" Dad sighed after he slapped his knee. "I can't believe some of
the shit you boys came up with. You can't blame me for wanting to see how far
you'd go to get a taste of your Old Man's cock!"

     I was flabbergasted. I couldn't believe what I just heard him say. "How
long have you known?"

     He panted out the last few chuckles and looked up at the ceiling. "Oh,
geez. Well, I've suspected for years that at least two of you were given to
thoughts about this kind of stuff. It didn't dawn on me that you had some big
elaborate scheme to seduce me until one day I noticed that I never saw any of
you without a hard-on and then not long after that you were always humping or
dickslapping each other and - Holy Shit - I've jerked off more with you boys in
the last year than I have in my entire life, I think. I'm not sixteen anymore,
you know. I've had to lotion up a few times a day just so I wouldn't chafe. It
totally wrecked my sex life, but - don't get me wrong - it was all worth it."

     As he finished talking he reached out and grabbed Shane, pulled him in for
a big bear hug then turned him around and humped his oldest son's ass with his
soapy Daddy-cock. He went down the line doing that to both me and Brad.

     "God, do you know how long I've wanted to do that? Now, finish cleaning up
and run jump in my bed. First one done gets to suck Daddy's dick. How 'bout
that?" He was smiling from ear to ear and shadow boxing with us.

     Predictably, Shane was all washed up and out the door like a rocket.