Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2008 18:51:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Cover yer Teeth <coveryerteeth@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Hardwick Men, part 11

     Brad hung his towel on the rack and followed Shane into Dad's bedroom. As
I finished toweling off, my eyes became fixed on the sight of our naked father
rinsing off in the shower. The water pouring over every nook and cranny of his
ripped, muscular physique was an enthralling spectacle to behold. Not only was
he the man who raised the three of us single-handedly, provided for us and
tended to us when we were sick, he was - at that moment, as he had always been
- the one man I had always idolized. To me, he was the very epitome of
masculine sex appeal. It had taken a long time for me to reconcile the fact
that I could feel this burning, lustful desire for the same man that I dearly
loved as a parent. The way I had learned to deal with this paradox, previously,
was to hide my libidinous yearnings; to bury them away, compartmentalize and
only acknowledge them when I was alone and in a safe place (usually with my
rock-hard cock in my hand). I could hardly wrap my mind around the fact that
this glorious hunk of a man whom I held in such high regard - felt such
unbearable shame over my attraction to - had no problems fulfilling my
fantasies. I had agonized over how wrong it must be that I wanted his gigantic
cock inside me; hated myself for wanting to drain his balls and swallow load
after load of the same hot cum that I was conceived with, only to discover that
he would have been perfectly fine with knowing my dirty secrets this whole
time. Every part of my body was beginning to well with excitement and
anticipation.

     I'm not sure it had really registered before because, when Dad saw that I
had been blankly staring at him, he smiled, looked me right in the eye and
winked, which sent the thrilling thought, "My Dad's a hot, perverted sex-freak
and we're finally gonna fuck," ricocheting around in my brain! I hastily hung
up my towel and scampered into the bedroom to join my brothers in anticipation
of what was to come.

     I found Shane and Brad sitting at the foot of Dad's bed, legs splayed with
their hands on each other's engorged cockmeat, grinning like a pair of idiots.
I sat next to Shane and began stroking my own flagpole to full mast. Shane
reached over to take over for me, so I moved my stroking hand under his ass to
tickle his puckered little hole.

     "Can you believe this shit?!?" Shane chirped, with a look on his face like
he had just received a fat-ass check from the Publisher's Clearinghouse.

     A second later, Dad appeared in the doorway to his bathroom. He stopped
dead in his tracks at the sight of his three, all-but-grown sons stark naked on
his bed, fondling each other. He leaned against the door frame as the most
malevolent grin I've ever seen stretched across his face. He started pinching
his nipple with one hand and gathered his pendulous balls up into the other. As
he squeezed and tugged on his nut-sack, his long, semi-erect schlong swayed out
in front of him from side to side. I can't speak for my brothers, but watching
that made my mouth water.

     "Which one of my three sons is going to be the first to suck Daddy's big
dick?" he snarled as he wagged the mammoth thing at us.

     Shane sprang off the edge of the bed on onto his knees in front of us in
one fluid motion as he practically shouted, "ME! ME FIRST!!! I want to taste
your hot cock, Dad!"

     Dad's wicked grin stretched out into an irrepressible smile for just a
moment before his expression grew serious. He slowly swaggered towards our big
brother who was kneeling at the foot of the bed, beating off like mad. He
stopped directly in front of Shane and just stood there for a second, staring
down into his oldest son's wild, avarice-laden eyes. Then, suddenly, he gripped
his semi-chub at the base and flung it up to where the entire length of it was
laying across Shane's nose, practically from his chin to his hairline.

     "This is what you want?" Dad asked, matter-of-factly.

     "Oh, yeah!"

     Dad's coy grin had returned. "What's the magic word?"

     "Please!" Shane almost whimpered, like a dog begging for a treat.

     "'Please,' what?" Dad demanded.

     "Please, let me suck your big dick!"

     "'Please, let me suck your big dick,' who?" he pressed.

     Our father began to bend his knees ever so slightly, causing the head of
his massive tool to slowly drag down Shane's forehead, over his nose and lips.
Seemingly, the very instant Shane blurted out, "Dad! PLEASE, LET ME SUCK YOUR
BIG DICK, DAD!!!!" his mouth was stuffed completely full of the very same cock
that made him - made all of us.

     Shane loves to suck cock and he's damn good at it, too. Try as he might,
though, he wasn't experienced enough at the time to get more than about half of
that massive thing into his mouth. He was so eager to take it all to the hilt
that Dad had to grab two fistfuls of his oldest son's hair to slow him down. I
don't know if they were tears of joy or if he had just hurt himself trying to
cram that over-sized tube-steak into his throat, but a slow trickle of tears
was streaming down Shane's cheeks as Dad rhythmically guided our big brother's
lips up and down the top half of his shaft.

     As they settled into a more languid rhythm, Dad cooed, "That's more like
it. No big hurry. We've got the whole rest of our lives ahead of us. You boys
can suck Daddy's cock all you want, from now on."

     I couldn't hold out, any longer. Sitting not three feet away from where my
big brother was sucking our father's dick for the very first time and not being
in the mix was torturous. I rose to my feet and walked around behind Dad. The
sight of his perfect ass clenching and unclenching as he thrust in and out of
Shane's mouth was enough to make me nearly drool on myself. My body was aching
to be close to his, so I placed my feet between his, let my crazy-hard dick
nestle in the crack of Dad's ass and embraced him firmly from behind. While
Shane continued to give Dad the best blow-job he could, I grasped Dad's defined
pecs in my hands and leaned in hard so his muscular glutes would grip and
release my stiffy. Dad reached around behind me with his left hand and grabbed
a handful of my ass, pulling me into him even more.

     "Brad, stand on the bed behind Shane." Dad's enjoyment had softened his
orders back into suggestions.

     Jerking his impressive eight-incher the whole time, Brad clambered up onto
the mattress and, once he had secure footing, stared Dad deep in the eyes. Dad
leaned forward to grab Brad's dick and jerk it for him. When he did, he nearly
gagged Shane and knocked me off balance. Shane readjusted to this new, stooped
posture, and it occurred to me that with Dad almost bent over like this I could
have more fun on my knees. As I slowly lowered myself to the floor, I dragged
my lips and tongue over the rippling sinews of Dad's back as well as my
fingertips over the ridges and valleys of his chiseled torso. Shane had both
hands planted firmly on the pert mounds of Dad's ass spreading his cheeks
apart, giving me a glorious view of his manhole. He was freshly showered, but I
could still smell a whiff of that scent that drives me wild. I was tempted to
dive right in with my tongue, but then I caught sight of those enormous,
swinging nuts. I reached up and took them in my hand, fondled and caressed
them for a bit before I drew both of my Dad's big balls to my face and sucked
the first one into my mouth. To tea-bag Dad from this angle I had to
practically bury my nose in his asshole - a bonus!

     "Hell yeah! You boys are making Daddy feel SO good! You must have
practiced on each other more than I ever guessed," he said with his head turned
toward his shoulder as Shane and I enthusiastically worked him over.

     Then, I felt him lean forward a little more, to suck his youngest son's
dong into his mouth, I presumed. My presumption was confirmed when I heard Brad
squeal, "Oh, Daddy! Goddamn, you suck dick good!"

     All I could see when I opened my eyes was the forest of hair on my
father's ass. However, with his sack in my mouth, the mental image of Dad
wiggling a finger up my baby brother's asshole while Brad's big, thick cock
snaked down his throat just like Dad's gigantic fuck-stick was teasing Shane's
gullet drove me crazy. There was just one way I could think to make this
frenetic arrangement hotter. I let those saggy nuts slip through my lips with a
slurp, switched to toying with them in my hand and let my wandering tongue find
that sweet spot that I had so often dreamed about.

     "Good God, Cade! That's a good boy. Tongue-fuck Daddy's hole!"

     Our father's freshly-scrubbed asshole tasted more heavenly than I could
have ever hoped. I attacked his tight hole as ferociously as I could, relishing
every lap and cursing fate for not blessing me with a longer tongue.

     The next thing I heard was Shane's voice whispering, "C'mere."

     If ever there was a time to address people by their proper names, it's
when you're all in the throes of sweaty family fourgy. Thinking that he might
have been talking to me, I halted my oral assault on our father's shit chute to
see what Shane wanted just in time to see his arm reaching up to tug on Brad's
cock as it slipped out of Dad's mouth. Shane brought him down to the floor and
had him reposition himself so that he could grip Brad's bulbous biceps and lean
backward on his knees to take Dad's entire nut sack into his mouth at once.
When Brad leaned forward to brace both their weight against Dad's thighs so
that he could take over for Shane sucking our father's rock-hard cock, his own
massive rod - still wet with Daddy-slobber - rubbed all up against our big
brother's steadily leaking erection. With nearly every one of his erogenous
zones actively engaged by his sons' eager mouths, Dad raised an arm above his
head to sniff the manly scent that had begun to reappear in his armpit as he
pinched his nipple with the other hand.

     "Fuck me, I've never felt so good! Nobody's ever made me feel as good as
my three beautiful boys. You're making Daddy so fucking horny! Too horny. I'm
not ready to cum, just yet."

     Not wanting this to end anytime soon, the three of us grudgingly pulled
away from our father's hot body, almost in unison, and watched intently as he
made his way over and onto the bed.

     "C'mere, Shane. Let me suck on my big man's cock," Dad said, lying back on
the mattress with his granite abs flexed completely so he could raise his head
to look at us.

     Shane responded immediately by straddling Dad's hips as he climbed onto
the bed with his knees. Our big brother placed both hands firmly on Dad's chest
and paused for a second to crouch and let his throbbing shaft rub up against
his father's. Then, he lowered his hips in such a way as to drag the tip of his
dangling hard-on all down the length of Dad's ample cockmeat and over his huge
ball sack to briefly prod at Dad's asshole before slowly pawing his way up our
father's torso, dragging his hard dick along at a downward angle from stem to
stern until his knees were nestled under Dad's armpits and his cock sprang
forward, ready to spread Dad's lips. Dad's hands rushed around him and clamped
down on Shane's ass like a bear trap as he swallowed his eldest son's prick in
one voracious gulp.

     I hoped that the brief interlude that taking this new position afforded
was enough to stave off Dad's impending nutt, as there was no way that Brad and
I were about to sit out, even for a second. We both took the way that Dad had
situated himself on the bed with his ass nearly hanging off the foot as an
invitation to resume our exploration of our point of origin. I saw Brad make a
move, but I was the only one who had yet to realize the dream of sucking off
our old man's enormous dick so I sprang onto the bed and dove for Dad's crotch,
head-first. It was incredible! Dad's dong was so long and thick that I could
stuff my mouth until my jaw hurt and still have room to pump the base of his
shaft with my whole fist. As the throbbing cockmeat repeatedly filled my mouth,
I tried my best to whirl my tongue around it, but there wasn't much room to
work with. I can't be sure if it really tasted as sweet and succulent as I
recall, or if it was simply my elation over acting out one of my most desired
fantasies, but I do remember feeling, in that moment, completely satiated. The
occasional glimpse of my beloved brothers in the mix - Brad eating out our
father's ass and Shane receiving his very first Daddy-administered blow job -
only made the experience that much more fulfilling.

     Just when I thought my life couldn't possibly get any better, I felt Dad's
hand rubbing my ass, tickling my hole and fondling my dick and balls. "Cade, I
haven't had my turn with you, yet. Why don't you let Daddy suck your cock a
while?" he asked as he playfully tugged on my stiff prick.

     There was no chance that I was going let the delicious piece of man-meat
that made me slip from my lips, so I inched around on my knees to nudge Shane
out of the way so I could sixty-nine with our father. I expected my big brother
to feel slighted, but I guess he didn't. Suddenly, my nether regions received
an onslaught of dizzyingly pleasurable sensations as Dad took my aching boner
into his mouth at nearly the very second that I felt Shane's thick, wet tongue
wiggling around on my asshole. Dad was jerking Shane off. Shane had his face
buried in my ass. I had Dad's dick in my mouth and mine down his throat. Brad
had his pud in his hand and his tongue up Dad's butt. My idea of heaven.

     I'm here to tell you, there can be too much of a good thing. "Fucking
shit! I'm gonna cum," I bellowed, almost before I could get Dad's cock out of
my mouth.

     "The Hell you are," Dad proclaimed, having spit out my twitching boner and
pushed Shane away from my ass. "You'll cum when I say you can, boy, and not a
minute sooner! Got that?" he barked.

     It took everything I had to pinch back my load. "Yes, Sir!" I managed to
eek out, under much duress.

     "Your Old Man's getting too close to blasting off, too," Dad plainly
stated as he scooted himself back to the head of the bed and leaned back into
a stack of pillows. "I'm real proud of you boys. You've been so good to Daddy,
today. Now, I wanna see you be good to each other. Shane, I wanna watch you and
Cade tongue-wrestle."

     A big, satisfied grin stretched over Shane's face as Dad said this, then
he looked at me and said, "Whatever you say, Dad." He positioned himself in
front of me and we both leaned into each other, kissing deeply, as we knelt on
the mattress, right before our father. Dad just laid back and casually stroked
his long shaft as his two eldest sons let their tongues and hands explore every
part of each other they could reach - our turgid, dripping erections pressed
against each other, all the while.

     "Brad, c'mere," I heard Dad say, even though I was completely consumed
with melting into my big brother. "Kneel in front of me and let Daddy see what
rolling around on the mat with all those hot, sweaty wrestlers has done for his
baby boy's ass."

     Brad climbed up onto the bed and straddled Dad's legs on his knees. When
he leaned back on his calves and stuck his muscular ass out on display, Dad
dick-slapped him hard, right on his puckered hole, three times. Then, Dad went
back to stroking his instrument of abuse and started slapping and pawing at our
baby brother's ass with his free hand. Brad didn't even have to await
instruction. Even though Dad had been distracted by admiring his well-sculpted
can, Brad could tell by just how far his two older brothers were away from him
exactly what Dad had in mind for him to do. While Shane and I were lost in each
other's embrace, we felt our baby brother's hands on our dicks guiding them
both into his mouth at the same time.

     Shane and I continued to make out while Brad sucked us both off and we
listened as Dad praised his youngest son. "Damn, Brad! That is nice! I'd bet
your coach, your teammates . . . Hell, there's not a man alive that could look
at this sweet ass of yours and not want to fuck it hard and deep, just like
your brothers and I are going to," he said just before he licked two fingers
and began fingering Brad's tight asshole.

     Our baby brother produced a deep, guttural moan as his Daddy's fingers
wiggled around inside his tailpipe that applied a wonderful vibration on the
tips of our dicks as they both passed in and out of Brad's lips. As Dad prodded
deeper with his two thick fingers, working over his baby boy's sweet spot, he
took Brad's balls into his other hand, gently squeezing and tugging on them
which caused the impressive and rock-hard dong attached to them to draw back
and rub all around Dad's own towering cockmeat. Understandably, Brad became so
overwhelmed by this deluge of blissful sensations that he became completely
useless at giving his two big brothers head.

     "Good God, Dad. What are you doing to the boy?" Shane asked, hardly even
trying to hide the obvious envy in his voice.

     Brad was writhing around with his head sort of buried in the mattress. It
was difficult to hear, but it made no difference as he wasn't quite capable of
forming coherent sentences at that moment. The best he could manage was
something like, "He's . . . rockin' . . . mah . . . ho, man. Jesus!"

     "Just having some fun," was Dad's answer to Shane's semi-rhetorical
question. "What did it feel like to get blown at the same time? Did he manage
to get you both in his mouth?"

     Looking down on my little brother, twitching and flailing about as Dad
pushed all the right buttons, I responded, "Yeah. He was doing good up until
you turned him into a Tickle-Me Elmo."

     "Well," Dad blurted out with a certain finality, before slapping Brad's
ass good and hard one last time. "What say we give the Old Man a try, huh?"

     Dad released Brad from his "sex grip" and he manhandled the two of us into
position so that we sat balls-to-balls in front of him. He got down on all
fours and took an impressive amount of his two youngest sons' cocks into his
warm, wet mouth. Brad and I began to pant and huff as Dad's whirling tongue
sent shivers coursing through our bodies. As I reached out to caress Brad's
flexing pec and play with his nipple, I noticed Shane moving into position
behind Dad. He was good and worked up, by now, and he was ready to go whole
hog. My big brother's mouth moved like greased lightning, eating out Dad's ass
one minute, sucking Dad's cock the next. Finally, he found a combination that
really seemed to do the trick. Shane had both of our father's nuts in his
mouth while he jerked off Dad's big dick with one hand and used the other to
worm his slobber-slicked thumb into Dad's ass. He must have really been doing
something right, because my shaft began to vibrate against Brad's, as it had
before.

     "Aw yeah, Dad. Fuckin' sweet hummer!" Brad panted, his rising and falling
chest rapidly forcing the words through his lips.

     With flourish, our father's tongue did this amazing little maneuver and
just as it seemed he was about to cram both our dicks down his throat, he
raised up with a deliberate jerk and let them fall from his lips with a slurp
before almost growling as he forcefully proclaimed, "That's it! I can't wait
any longer. Boys, I want you all on your knees at the foot of the bed with your
asses in the air!"

     We instantly and obediently followed his direction, just like we did when
we were little kids and he was teaching us the rules to football. The three of
us arranged ourselves in a row on all fours. Brad and I were the closest, so he
naturally took the corner and I bent down next to him in the middle, leaving
the other corner for Shane. The fact that we were all lined up, from oldest to
youngest, baring our tight, young manholes to our father was pure coincidence.

     "Fucking beautiful," Dad said, almost under his breath as stood behind us,
casually stroking his monstrous hinge which was as hard as any man's dick
could ever be. "Have any of you boys ever taken a cock this big before?"

     "No, sir," the three of us responded in unison, curiously peering through
our six legs at the spectacular tool that created us. We didn't even have to
consider the question for a second. Few people are ever so lucky, as lucky as
we were about to be.

     "Well, we'd better get you good and ready first. Don't wanna hurt'cha."

     Dad dove head-first into Shane's ass and began vigorously tongue-fucking
him. While our big brother writhed in ecstasy, Brad and I could only play with
our aching hard-ons and listen intently, eagerly waiting for our turns. Once
Shane's asshole was well lubricated, Dad plunged three fingers into his mouth
and began using them to stretch his eldest son's o-ring.

     As first two and then a third of our father's thick fingers wormed their
way up inside him, Shane urged, "God, yeah! Finger fuck my ass, Dad!"

     Our father was a man on a mission. Once Shane's sphincter was beginning to
relax its grip on Dad's knuckles, he slicked up all four fingers on his left
hand, put them to work spreading his boy's ass open further and moved over to
orally assault my ass, next. I couldn't believe how deeply Dad managed to
penetrate me with just his tongue. It was like he was trying to French-kiss me
from the scenic route. All the while he continued to work nearly his entire
hand around in Shane's hole.

     "Aw, eat my ass, Daddy! Sweet Jesus!" Just when I thought I was going to
pass out from the delirium of my father's expert rim job, he crammed two of his
fingers deep inside. "Holy Fuck!"

     The two of us bucked back into Dad's fists, wiggling and moaning, until I
eventually managed to take three of his fingers down to the knuckle. Suddenly,
Dad pulled his hands away from both of us and stood up. First, he slapped our
poor, neglected baby brother, Brad, on the ass and then walked over to his
closet to dig around for something. Trying to catch our breath, Shane and I
looked at each other and then around to find Dad so we could figure out what
was coming next. It all fell into place at the sight of our father walking back
toward us with his giant dildo in his hands, squirting lube all over it. He
worked the lube around on the large toy - large, but still bested by Dad's own
God-given endowment - and then stepped behind Shane to work the excess lube
around on his bunger.

     "See how this feels, Son," Dad said to Shane in a quiet, nurturing tone as
he started to work the latex cock up inside him.

     Shane had taken the toy before - we all had - so, it didn't take too long
before the whole thing was buried, balls-deep. "Ung! Feels so good, Dad!"

     "Good!" Dad proclaimed and then landed his giant, lubed-up palm square on
Shane's ass with a smack. "Turn around and let Cade fuck you with that thing,
while I work on your little brothers."

     We were always willing to comply with our father's wishes, but never more
than then. No sooner had Shane managed to present his plugged ass to me, did I
feel Dad's slick palm between my cheeks, again. I gripped the toy by the balls
and began to slowly draw it almost all the way out of my big brother at almost
the same instant that Dad's fingers resumed their invasion of my own ass. Brad
had been anticipating his turn so long that, when he finally felt Dad's tongue
probing his pucker, he almost squealed.

     "Aw! Oh, yeah," Brad cried. Then he started bucking backward, grinding his
ass in Dad's face as he begged, "Cram your tongue up my hole, Dad! Get it
deep!"

     Dad grunted and gasped for air as he tried to oblige. The vigor with which
he was eating out his baby boy's ass took his focus away from the four fingers
that began to wiggle less and less attentively in my bunghole, but the sounds
my Dad and baby brother were making were hot enough to more than make up for
it. Plus, it made it easier for me to focus on plunging the rubber dong in my
hand in and out of Shane's ass at a steady and increasingly rapid rhythm.
Surprised at how quickly and readily Brad's hole had opened for him, Dad pulled
his mouth away and immediately plunged three fingers deep inside to tickle
Little Bro's sweet spot. Now, he was really squealing!

     "Brad, are you the cum-dump in the family?" Dad chirped with a wicked
grin, the both of us still skewered on his fists. "You've certainly got the
gift. Cade, hand me that toy. Shane, back where you were."

     Before he turned around, I eagerly drew the dildo out of Shane and handed
it to the Old Man. I was all primed and ready for Dad to shove that toy cock up
into me, but then Brad started going nuts.

     "Oh, Dad! Yeah! Stick it in me. Pump it! Faster! Harder!"

     I had been passed right over. Dad had given my turn to Brad! I started to
feel a little resentful, I must admit. It had always been Shane and I who were
the driving force leading our family to this point. Then Brad starts in with
the over-the-top theatrics and Johnny-come-lately's my turn getting stuffed
away from me? Oh, Hell no! This was bullshit!

     Suddenly, Dad shoved his tongue back up into my ass and all was forgiven.

     It helped that Shane had wrapped his arm around my shoulders and drew me
in for a kiss. He was short of breath and panting hard, as he was riding nearly
half of Dad's left fist. I should have known that nobody would get left out in
this family. I can't describe how completely amazing it felt to be making-out
with my big brother while our Dad fingered him, rimmed me and plugged our baby
brother's butt with a fake cock, all at the same time!

     Then, I felt Dad's tongue pull away only to be replaced by the tip of the
rubber toy. As its firm thickness slowly worked its way inside me, I heard Dad
petting Brad and saying, "You're gonna hafta slow down a lil', Sport. It'd be
a damn shame if you were to cum on the bedding instead of inside one of us.
Alright?" When I had taken the dildo all the way, he said to me, "Fuck yourself
with that, Cade. Get good and loose. You're next." He punctuated his order by
slapping me on the ass, hard. "Shane, you ready?"

     "Hell yeah, Dad!" my big brother answered, almost bouncy with excitement
as he bent down to hang his ass off the end of the bed.

     Dad squirted a big blob of lube into his palm and then used both hands to
work it all around on his steel-hard pole. "You want your Daddy's cock, huh?"

     "Fuck yes, Daddy!" Shane hissed in the dirtiest tone of voice I've ever
heard. "I want you to fuck me hard with that great big dick! Tear my ass
apart!"

     "Here it comes," Dad said as he began rubbing the tip of his slick rod
around his eldest son's asshole. Instead of pressing into Shane, he took his
sweet time, circling and circling Shane's rosebud with it. Shane began to moan
and tried to lean back into it, but he was already dangling precariously on the
edge of the mattress.

     "Oh God, Dad! Put it in! Don't tease me," he begged.

     "You want it?"

     "Yes! C'mon, Dad! Put that fucking big dick up my ass!" Shane cried.

     "You really want it?!?"

     "YES! GODDAMN IT, DADDY!! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME SO BAD! I CAN'T TAKE IT
ANYMORE! FUCK ME, DADDY!!! FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME, HARD!!!!" Shane bellowed into
the comforter with his head almost buried in his hands.

     Dad calmly responded, "You got it," and he took hold of Shane's shoulders
as he gently leaned forward and let the bulbous head of the very same schlong
that deposited him in our mother's womb tentatively push through Shane's anus.

     Shane reared up and gasped as though he'd just been under water for a bit
too long. "Holy Shit! Holy Fucking Shit!!!"

     "Shhh, shhh, shh." Dad urged, "Calm down. Breathe. Don't tense up. That's
just the tip. Relax and get used to the feeling of having it in there."

     Shane panted and whined, really struggling to calm himself like Dad
wanted. "It's so big," he uttered, almost regretfully.

     "You can do this, Shane." Dad's voice was firm and reassuring as he
stroked the back of his son's head with one hand and his flexed back and ass
with the other. "Most women can get at least half of it up their cunts and a
man's ass can take a hell of a lot more than a little pussy. C'mon, Son. Show
me what a big man you've become!"

     At our father's behest, Shane managed to collect himself and with a new
resolve he began to rock, back and forth, on the swollen tip of his Daddy's
dick. Slowly but surely, he managed to inch Dad's massive cockmeat further and
further up inside himself, wincing and moaning occasionally along the way. It
seemed an impossible feat, but after a few minutes of unwavering perseverance,
Richard Hardwick's gargantuan baby-maker was buried to the hilt inside his
firstborn son. Dad climbed on top of Shane and wrapped his arms around him,
hugging him tight from behind.

     "Atta boy! You did it," Dad laughed into Shane's ear before he kissed him
on the neck, every inch of his proud father-cock throbbing deep inside him.
"How does that feel, boy?"

     Shane breathed deeply for a second before answering, "It feels great, Dad.
I think some of my internal organs had to rearrange to get you all in there,
but that's cool. All the important stuff is still working properly. I think."

     Dad laughed hard and loud, hugging Shane tighter and shaking his enveloped
torso. Then he slowly backed down off the bed, gradually letting his tremendous
manhood ease its way out of Shane's shit chute, and he said, "Your turn, Cade!"

     Just as a spectator, I was so impressed by my big brother's life-changing
experience and so keen to experience it myself that I just clenched down on the
latex dildo I had been using to loosen myself and sent it flying out of my
asshole onto the carpet at the foot of Dad's bed.

     The sight of his dildo being ejected from my hole stopped my Dad dead in
his tracks for a moment. When his synapses resumed firing, he turned to me and
playfully barked, "You're fuckin' lucky that you didn't leave a shit stain on
my rug, you little shit! I'd have rubbed your nose in it."

     "My bad, Dad."

     "Yeah, yeah. You're gonna think, 'My bad,' in just a second. Spread your
ass, Cade. Get ready to get fucked!"

     It took me a little longer than Shane to get used to being stuffed so full
of Dad's cockmeat. With a few twinges of pain, lots of cursing and some of the
most overwhelmingly pleasurable sensations I've ever felt in my life, I soon
knew what Shane was talking about. As long as I live, nothing in this world
could ever make me feel as whole and completely, incomparably happy as the
feeling of being totally impaled on the towering boner that created me. I felt
like the luckiest man who ever lived. He didn't really fuck me on that first
go. Just like with Shane, he worked his dick all the way in until his big balls
were draped against my thigh, he let me get used to the feeling and then he
pulled out. Dad picked the dildo up off the floor and moved behind Brad. He
used his four fingers, again, just to make sure that Brad was still primed and
ready.

     "Shane, hop up here," Dad commanded with Brad, once again, bucking back
hard against his knuckles. Shane jumped up off the bed and stood right in front
of him.

     "Yeah, Dad?" Shane looked up at him, inquisitively, as our father leaned
in to embrace his eldest son and planted a big, tender, wet kiss on him for the
very first time. As Shane wrapped his arms around Dad's neck and began to lose
himself in the kiss, Dad's other hand (the one that wasn't finger-fucking Brad)
sneakily positioned itself. Suddenly and without breaking their kiss, Dad
crammed the big fake cock right up Shane's recently over-stretched hole. Shane
went, "Mmmffphbbbllmmphf!!"

     Once the toy was firmly implanted, Dad broke their kiss, looked deep into
Shane's eyes with that same silly, fatherly smile that he always wore when he
was playing with us and asked, "Ya' alright?"

     "Yeah. I'm okay," Shane muttered. His head was still light from Dad's kiss
and, even though he would have preferred a little warning, he enjoyed having
his ass stuffed.

     "Good. Now, fuck your brother while I stretch Brad's hole."

     The bedroom was soon filled with noise. Manly grunts and forceful commands
reverberating off the walls as Shane fucked my ass while our baby brother tried
to coax Dad's dong further and further up into his.

     "Faster! Harder!" I hissed at Shane through clenched teeth.

     "Easy! Not too fast, Brad," Dad warned his youngest son to keep him from
ripping his insides up too badly.

     Shane panted and grunted, "Take it! Take my hot cock, Cade," as he humped
away inside me.

     "More! C'mon, Dad! Fuck me with your giant dick!" Brad hissed, annoyed
that Dad wouldn't just pound his ass hard.

     "Pace yourself, Hot Rod," Dad cajoled Brad, then he slapped Shane's ass,
right where the balls of the dildo where hanging out, cramming it into my big
brother's sweet spot. I could feel his cock throb hard as he lurched into me.

     "Oh, God! Oh, God! FUCK YEAH!!!" Brad's exclamation almost rattled the
windows. Not only had Dad finally let the whole length of his killer wang enter
Brad's hungry manhole, Brad hadn't given him a chance to let it ride. He rocked
forward and back hard. He didn't just want his Daddy's dick inside him, he
aimed to get fucked. Fucked stupid, more like.

     "Yeah! Hell yeah," Dad growled. He was getting into it as much as his baby
boy was. "Aw, that's good Brad. Goddamn, you make Daddy's cock feel good!"

     Brad and I rode those Hardwick cocks like champs, while Dad and Shane
panted and humped and slapped each other on the ass. Then, Dad reached over and
yanked the dildo out of Shane's ass at the same time his tremendous fuck-stick
slipped all the way out of Brad's with a slurp.

     "AWWWWW!!!!" they both yelped, in unison.

     Dad barked, "Brad, jump up."

     Brad climbed off the end of the bed and tugged on his steadily drooling
tool while he looked to Dad for further instruction. Dad squirted some lube
into his hand and vigorously rubbed it into his own hole. Then he handed the
dildo that had stuffed every Hardwick ass that night, except his, to our baby
brother.

     "I want you to shove this thing up my asshole," Dad plainly stated.

     He didn't respond with words. No need to. Brad's face lit up like a
Christmas tree when he heard Dad say it. Dad turned to wrap his arms around
Shane from behind and prepared to get stuffed while Shane continued to fuck me.
Brad mounted Dad's thigh, grinding his leaking eight-incher into our father's
hip, and he pawed at and spread Dad's ass, tickling the bulls-eye with the
toy's crown.

     "Go ahead, son. Just shove it in! I don't want you to fuck me with it. I
just want it in there, nice and tight, while I fuck your big brother."

     With that, Brad put a good amount of force behind it and watched in
amazement as Dad's pucker swallowed the big fake dick whole.

     "Awwwww! Yeah!" Dad bellowed. "Now, get up there and get your ass on
Cade's cock. The Hardwick men are gonna fuck! Wudya say, boys?!?"

     "Fuckin' right!!!"

     "Hell yeah!!!"

     "Yes, sir!!!" Brad hopped up onto the bed and easily implanted my seeping
schwanger up the hole our Dad had stretched open.

     Dad clenched down hard on the rubber dong, then positioned himself to
complete our family daisy-chain. Shane stopped humping and leaned back to take
Dad's cock, so I leaned back into him and Brad leaned back into me. When Dad
snaked his rock hard tool back up into depths of Shane that had never before
been touched, he did it gently although none too slow. Shane gasped and I could
feel his prick swell inside me and it made my rod swell, in turn. Indeed, as
Dad fucked Shane properly for the very first time, we all felt it. It was cool,
being all linked together like that, but unless Dad was slamming all of us into
Brad, it was kind of hard to establish a proper rhythm between the four of us.

     "Fuck this," Dad blurted out, realizing that there had to be better
arrangements, and he pulled out of Shane. Dad gripped him by the biceps, had
him pull out of me and then guided him up onto the mattress. "Shane, you get up
there. Cade, c'mere. Brad, you too."

     Dad squeezed my calf in his hand and pulled it toward him, flipping me
over onto my back with my ass hanging off the bed in front of him. Manhandling
each one of us into place, he made Shane straddle my chest with Brad over my
stomach. Dad reached around Brad and grabbed his big, bouncing boner and aimed
it for Shane's hole, then he grabbed Shane's thigh with his other hand and
backed him onto it.

     "Unh!" Shane grunted.

     "This goes in there . . ." Dad was muttering instructions to himself as he
went. If we weren't all naked and on top of each other, you would think he was
putting together a jungle gym, or something. ". . . and this goes on here . .
." He continued to pull on Shane's hips, causing Brad to sit on my upright
hard-on. "Cade, can you reach Shane's prick with your mouth, like this?"

     I craned my neck and lapped at my big brother's tall boner, sending it up
to slap against his abs with an audible smack. "You bet, Dad."

     "Alright!" he exclaimed. "Let's try this on for size, huh?"

     As I felt the head of Dad's thick cock pressing at my asshole, I reached
up and stuffed Shane's dick in my mouth. Brad reached around and clamped down
on Shane's pecs as our big brother started to bounce on his baby brother's big
boner, in turn making Brad bounce on mine. If I hadn't had a mouth full of
wang, I would surely have cussed a mean streak when Dad slipped that whole
mammoth tube-steak back inside me. Even all loosened up, it's unsettling to
have that much cockmeat shifting your guts around. Pretty soon, Dad had my
knees hooked on his elbows and he was repeatedly deep-dicking me like I would
never have thought possible. The four of us were all sucking and fucking like
a well-oiled family-fucking machine.

     "Feel good, boys?" Dad panted, as his hips slammed into me, over and over.

     "Shit yeah, Dad!" Shane blurted, pinching Brad's fingers around his stiff
nipples even harder.

     Brad thought for a second, as he bounced up and down on my shaft, then he
observed, "Cade's getting the best end of this deal."

     "You wanna try, Big Guy?" Dad asked while ruffling Brad's hair.

     He sheepishly grinned at Dad and then asked, "Switch with me, Cade?"

     What with my Dad's cock filling me up to capacity and my big brother's
cock in my mouth, I wasn't paying any attention to much else.

     "Cade?!?"

     "Hmmm. Mmmmm. Hmmmoh. Sllllurp! Whu-huh?" I answered.

     "Switch with me?" Brad repeated himself.

     "Whu-? Oh. Oh, yeah. Okay. Sure," I babbled as my brothers climbed off of
me and Dad pulled his big, swinging hinge out.

     The vacant feeling left behind in the absence of his cock was astoundingly
noticeable. In that moment, I imagined that must be what it feels like to be a
flat tire. I rolled over onto all fours and crawled out of Brad's way, feeling
like my poor asshole might never close properly, again. Brad lay down on his
back where I had been and immediately starting pawing at Dad to put it in him.

     Once Dad was balls-deep in Brad, he gripped his baby boy's swollen knob,
wagged it at me and said, "Cade, sit on this."

     I felt his hands on my ass and back, steadying me as I lowered myself onto
my little brother's big dick. When it was all the way in, Dad wrapped his arms
around me and I melted into him as he nibbled on my neck and tugged on my
aching pud. He grabbed Brad's hand and brought it to my hard-on, letting him
take over jerking me off.

     "Shane, sit!" Dad barked at him, as though he were a dog.

     "Where?" Shane asked.

     "On your little brother's face, would be good," Dad suggested, nodding
down to Brad.

     Shane wedged his feet up under Brad's shoulders and then lowered his
moist asshole down onto our baby brother's waiting mouth. Shane leaned back
onto his palms and began to grind his musky crack over Brad's tongue. This left
Big Brother's cock up for grabs.

     Never missing a trick, Dad pinched my nipples, leaned into my ear and
whispered, "Suck that cock, son."

     I leaned forward and let Shane buck his hips, thrusting his hard dick into
my mouth as Brad continued to eat out his ass. With the rest of us adequately
occupied, Dad started to really fuck Brad good and that kicked everything into
high gear. Brad loves to get fucked. He radiates sexual energy when he gets his
ass plowed and we could all feel it.

     Brad started egging Dad on, practically yelling right into Shane's
butthole so he could be heard while his big brother was riding his face. "God,
yeah! Fuck me deep, Daddy! Fill me up. Fill my fucking asshole all the way up!"

     Shane grabbed my hand and dragged it up over his rippling abs to his
chiseled pecs and made me pinch his nipple. He threw his head back and growled,
"This is so fucking hot! Sweet Jesus, I've never been so Goddamn horny,
before!"

     "Yeah? Wudya gonna do about it?" Dad prodded, with his schlong still
prodding Brad's tailpipe.

     That snapped Shane to attention. He pulled my head off of his crotch and
climbed down off of the bed. I fell into Brad and we began making out, his dick
deep inside me and Dad's dick even deeper inside him. Shane walked around
behind Dad and hugged him from behind, running his fingers all over Dad's
ripped torso and kissing his defined traps and shoulders. He worked his way
down, dragging his tongue down Dad's corrugated back; his hands over Dad's
thrusting obliques and all over his pulsating quads then back around and up to
Dad's flexing, clenching glutes.

     "What am I gonna do about it?" Shane asked in an ominous, eerily calm
tone.

     Dad had eased up on pounding Brad's hole just a little. Curious to see
what his eldest son had in mind, Dad responded, "Yeah. What?"

     "I'm gonna fuck my father up the ass, that's what!" Shane declared. Then,
he reached up and unceremoniously yanked the rubber dildo out of Dad's ass with
a loud slurp, just like Dad had done to him earlier.

     "UNGHHHH!!!!" Dad yelped. The shock of having the rubber dong ripped from
his hole made Dad fall forward into me. Once he had steadied himself, with his
hands on my shoulders, he turned to Shane - who was already back on his feet
and pawing at Dad from behind - and said, "Oh, you think so, huh?"

     Shane took advantage of the fact that Dad was leaning hard into Brad and
me. He clung to Dad's chest and stepped up onto the foot of the bed so he could
grind his drooling stiffy up and down in Dad's crack. He put his lips to Dad's
ear and almost whispered, "Hell yeah, I do! You've had all our asses. Now, it's
our turn! I wanna fuck you in the butt, Daddy! I wanna fuck your ass hard and
make you cum! Don't you want your stud sons to fuck you in the ass, Dad? Your
can is so sweet! I gotta put my dick in it! I just got to, Dad! I've wanted to
cornhole your sweet ass ever since I was old enough to cum!"

     "Well . . . " Dad sighed out in a long, drawn out breath. I don't think it
took much convincing, to be honest, but Shane's impassioned plea had clinched
it. Dad did want his sons' cocks in his ass. He was just fucking with Shane.
". . . since you asked so nicely," he chirped through a shit-eating grin.

     Dad pulled out of Brad and wrapped his arms around the both of us. He
somehow managed to flip us around so that I was on my back laying across the
foot of the bed with Brad on top of me. My little brother's cock didn't even
fall out of my hole in the shuffle. Dad nudged me down to one side, then
crawled over me into a sixty-nine position with that incredible swinging hinge
dangling right in my face. Dad didn't hardly even have to crouch to get his
dick in my mouth, but he crouched a little so that Shane could kneel behind him
on the corner of the mattress to get at Dad's ass. Brad, who was now standing
at the edge of the bed, resumed fucking me. Dad started sucking my dick, as I
was already choking on his and then Shane realized yet another life-long
fantasy. He crammed his aching boner into our father's waiting hole and took
him doggie style.

     "Aw yeah, Shane! That's it," Dad would urge on his eldest son in between
slurping on my cock. "Give it to me! Fuck Daddy's ass good, boy! Fuck me!
Yeah!"

     "This so hot!" Shane hissed. He was really pounding Dad's hole. So he
could get at him better, Shane crawled up onto his feet and laid on Dad's back
with his arms wrapped around him, humping away, faster and faster. "Oh, Dad!
Your ass feels SO GOOD! I LOVE fucking your HOT ASS! I'm gonna nutt a big ol'
load, all over, inside you!"

     Dad jerked up and shouted, "Like Hell, you are! I'm gonna take every drop
of my boys' cum, but you'll all shoot it when and where I tell you to! Is that
clear?!? If you're about to cum, you cool off. In fact, go downstairs and grab
us some beers."

     Shane pulled out and started out the door, but he didn't move fast enough
to make it without a hard, playful smack on the ass from Dad. He crawled off
of me and up to the head of the bed. Brad pulled out and then he and I lay down
with our heads at the foot of the bed, our legs splayed and our oozing peckers
wagging in the air. Just as my breath was beginning to come more easily and
slowly, I felt something tickling my hole. Brad raised up at the same time I
did and we saw it was Dad poking at both our bungers with his feet!

     "What the fuck are you doing, Dad?" I asked, looking at him like he had
lost his mind, I'm sure.

     "I said 'cool down.' Not quit," he chirped through a smirk. "Here, watch
this."

     Dad took my left foot and Brad's right foot in his hand, then he scooted
down closer to us and lay back on the bed. With the top of my foot against the
top of my little brother's, Dad brought both feet down to his ass and started
to press both of our big toes against his o-ring. Soon, both toes slipped up
into Dad's hole. He was fucking himself with our feet!

     Brad and I just looked at each other in disbelief and smiled. Then, Dad
stretched his legs out and pressed until both of his big toes had slipped
inside our asses. There we three sat, wiggling our toes and "foot-fucking" each
other and casually stroking our woodies when Shane came back with the beer.

     "What in the Sam Hell . . . ?" Shane blurted out, immediately after
setting foot back into the room. "What are y'all? A bunch of foot fetishists?"

     Dad put both hands behind his head and flexed his rock-hard abs up into a
crunch, which also seriously clamped his ass down around our toes, so he could
look at Shane. He said, "Hey, man. If it feels good, why the Hell not?"

     Shane passed the beers around, then took a big swig of his, shrugged and
said, "I'm all about family-fucking. Don't guess foot-fucking is as far out
there as all that. Whatever. It's all good!"

     Toes weren't sufficient for Shane, though, I suppose. He hopped up onto
the bed and straddled our father. He got down on his knees and slowly lowered
himself back down onto Dad's hard cock. He wasn't seriously fucking himself.
More like playfully bouncing on Dad's rod while the rest of us continued to
wiggle our toes and finish our beers.

     When both Dad and Shane were done, Dad pulled him in for a kiss and said,
"Jump up. I wanna suck the taste of all these Hardwick asses off of my big
boy's big dick!"

     Dad moved down to let his ass hang off the foot of the bed and Shane
lowered himself on his hands and knees to fuck our father's face. I jumped at
the chance to take my turn plowing his ass while Brad sat on the towering
fuck-stick that made us all. Dad felt us all getting into position, so he
raised his legs a little to give me wide-open access to his hot hole. Dad's ass
was warm and welcoming. Shane had already warmed him up, so it didn't take much
for him to take my whole length, but once I was in he clamped down with those
muscles and he provided me with a nice, tight hole to fuck. When I was pounding
away, Dad raised his foot to my face and stuck the toe that had been in Brad's
ass into my mouth and made me suck on it. Brad leaned forward and buried his
face in Shane's ass as it bobbed up and down, feeding Dad his dripping
cockmeat.

     "Shit yeah! Fuck him good, Cade!" Shane cheered me on. "Whatever you're
doing, I can tell he's loving it. He's almost sucked the meat off my bone!"

     I was sure I was doing my part, but besides sucking on his toe, I couldn't
think of anything particularly out of the ordinary that I was doing. Dad had
his oldest boy's cock in his mouth, his cock buried deep inside his youngest
son and his middle child was ass-fucking him as enthusiastically as I could
manage. What's not to love?

     Just then, with both hands planted on Shane's ass cheeks, Brad pushed
himself up from rimming out our big brother so that he could put all of his
weight into grinding on Dad's shaft. He said, "Goddamn, Dad! I love how your
big fucking dick fills me up! My ass has never been stuffed so full, before.
I'd bet you could get this long-ass fucking cock in your own mouth, if you
wanted!"

     Dad pressed against Shane's thighs and lifted the wang from his mouth, so
that he could answer, "I can."

     "NO SHIT?!?" we three boys spat out in unison, albeit my contribution was
slightly garbled what with Dad's toe being in my mouth and all.

     "Yeah," he continued, as nonchalantly as if we were talking about the
ability to wiggle your ears. "I've been sucking myself off since I was about
your age, Brad."

     "SHOW US!!!"

     "LET'S SEE IT!!!"

     "DO IT! DO IT!"

     "Alright. Alright!" Dad said, and we all cleared off of him to let him up.

     He moved to the head of the bed, sitting facing the three of us with his
legs spread wide. He grabbed his towering hard-on in the middle and curled down
to bring his lips toward it. Sure enough, Dad stuck his tongue out and let it
flick and swirl around the bulbous tip of his dick!

     "WHOA!"

     "AWESOME!"

     "Cool! But you said you could suck it!"

     Dad scooted a little further down the mattress and said, "Sometimes I can,
when I'm all stretched and limber, but most of the time I have to get into
position. Here, you guys spot me so I don't injure my elderly ass. Brad, stand
where my pillow is. Shane, Cade, you can kneel on either side of Brad and
steady my legs."

     We fell in line with all the urgency of three first-day boot camp
recruits. As soon as we were all set, Dad rolled backward and flung his legs up
over his head. Shane and I grabbed onto Dad's massive calves and helped him
support his body weight on his shoulders as he lowered about the first inch and
a half of his huge pecker into his own mouth. It was glorious!

     "Holy Shit, Dad!"

     "That's so FUCKING HOT!!"

     "God, I'm jealous!"

     When he felt confident that Shane and I had his legs and that he would
remain steady, Dad reached out with both hands and started rubbing and
fingering our asses. Brad was getting the best view, though. Not only was he
looking right straight down at our father as he felated himself, Dad's
beautiful, puckered asshole was winking right at him, as well. Brad began
jerking off with one hand and rubbing the other around in Dad's wide-spread
crack. The whole scene was so hot, it wasn't long before Shane and I were both
holding onto Dad's muscular legs with one hand and stroking ourselves like mad
with the other.

     Brad raised his hand to his mouth, sniffing and licking his Daddy's most
masculine of scents which really got his crank turning. He growled and then
rattled off, in an almost threatening tone, "Shit, Dad! Your ass is so fucking
sweet! I wanna drill it deep and shove that big fat dick further down your
throat so you can really get the taste of your three sons' assholes off of it!"

     He brought that hand back down hard and it landed square on Dad's exposed,
vulnerable ass with a loud smack. Then, Brad stepped forward and aimed the tip
of his cock-drool-soaked shaft into Dad's twitching tailpipe and leaned
forward. Our baby brother put his hands out in front of him like he was about
to do a set of push-ups and then stretched his legs out and rested the balls of
his feet on top of the headboard. Soon, every muscle in Brad's body was laid
out and flexing before us. He held himself up in an almost perfect horizontal
position as he raised and lowered his ass, over and over, plunging his fat
cockmeat deep into Dad's cornhole. Just as he had said, every time Brad thrust
into our father, it slammed Dad's pelvis down and shoved that massive dong that
we had all choked ourselves on further into his own ravenously sucking mouth.
Our Dad is a freaking fuck machine! Even upside down, sucking his own dick and
getting fucked up the ass, he still had enough coordination to practically
fist-fuck both Shane and myself as we furiously jerked our aching boners.

     Then, Dad's legs pulled away from us. I can only assume Shane was in a
similar state of mind as I was, which was entirely too caught up to react all
that quickly. He expanded his torso and lifted Brad's feet straight up in the
air. Brad did a sort of somersault, still plugged into Dad's can, and their
interlocked bodies both fell onto the foot of the bed with a big bounce. In
fact, the bounce was big enough to plop Dad back up into the air and off of his
youngest son's dick as he fell to one side. Dad crawled back over on top of him
and planted a huge, wet kiss on Brad.

     After a few moments of serious tonsil-hockey, Dad raised up and said,
"That was pretty creative, son! Should have known you'd have the gift. It's
been my experience that seriously skilled wrestlers are often seriously skilled
butt-fuckers! So, which is more fun? Fucking Daddy's ass or having Daddy
ass-fuck you?"

     "I love when you fuck me, Dad. It feels like your great big cock is gonna
break me in half, but I still want more! I want as much of you in me as I can
get!" was Brad's answer.

     "Oh, yeah? Well, Champ, let's see just how much you can take."

     Dad made Shane and me sit, asshole-to-asshole, and he lubed up both of our
hard dicks and had us hold them together, pointing straight up. With his tube
of lube in one hand he went to pick up the dildo with the other, then he came
back and stood right next to where my legs intertwined with my big brother's.
When Dad started to bend his legs and squat into our laps, I began to get the
idea.

     I blurted, "Holy Crap, Dad! Are you really gonna take both our cocks at
the same time?!?!"

     "Watch me."

     With his arms around our necks he positioned his hole on top of our slick
dicks and then slowly began to put his weight on them. It took a tiny bit of
coaxing, but eventually we both managed to penetrate him. I can hardly describe
the feeling adequately. It was so fucking tight and Dad's o-ring squeezed
Shane's stiffy into mine so hard it almost felt like they both could burst at
any second. It was bordering on being slightly painful, but at the same time it
was wonderful!

     When he was totally sitting on us both, impaled as far as we could go, Dad
beckoned to Brad, "Now, come sit on Dad's dick, Champ."

     Dad gestured to Brad to lube up that monstrous tool that created us,
before he completed our family dog-pile. Then, after Brad had rubbed the excess
lube onto the dildo, he turned around and unceremoniously skewered himself on
Dad's massive fuck-stick. Our baby brother was becoming quite the impressive
power bottom! Once we were all as plugged into each other as any family could
possibly get, Dad handed the lubed-up dildo to me.

     "Now, Cade, you're in the best position to reach. See if you can't squeeze
this thing up into your kid brother's ass right next to mine."

     The request was so far out there, I had a complete brain fart and just sat
there, stunned and unresponsive, for a moment. When I finally grasped what Dad
was asking me to do, I managed to mutter, "Uh, . . . are you serious? There's
no way he'll be able to take this gigantic thing. Not in addition to that
gigantic thing that's already up there! I've had your whole dick in me, Dad,
and it doesn't exactly leave much wiggle room! Brad's gonna need stitching up,
if we do this."

     "Wudya say, Champ?" Dad asked Brad. I could tell he was struggling to mask
the libidinous fervor that was boiling underneath, so as not to influence his
beloved child's decision. "Do you wanna try and let us fill you up as full as
you could ever get, or not? You don't have to, ya' know. It's your call,
Sport."

     Brad took all of two seconds to consider his options and answered with a
resounding, "Let's go for it, Dad! I want you to double-fuck my ass, hard and
raw! Fill me up with all the hot, hard cock I can stand, Daddy!"

     With that, Shane and I shared a bewildered glance (or, perhaps it was the
combined weight of our hunk of a father and beefy little brother crushing down
on our aching, constrained peckers making our eyes bug out), and then I pointed
the tip of the toy at the spot where our father's thick pud disappeared into
our baby brother's stretched-out asshole and started to shove. We didn't get
off to a very promising start. The toy and the root of Dad's wang were both
covered in tons of lube and Brad's poor o-ring was already overtaxed, as it
was. Every time I managed to put a good amount of force onto the toy, it would
just end up slipping off to the side. Finally, I got Shane to give me his hand
and I placed it right under Brad's ass so that he could hold the long replica
of a dong in place while I shoved. Finally, after a whole lot of struggle and
some, frankly, fucking scary noises from Brad. The tip of the toy managed to
hook under the muscles in Baby Brother's ass and start on its way to the sweet
spot.

     "Oh, yeah! That's it. Here it comes! I can feel it. Take it! Take these
two hard cocks, Champ! That's a good boy, Brad. You can do it!" I don't know if
it was the feeling of the dildo frotting his big, hard rod, or if it was the
fact that Brad's boy-pussy was growing increasingly tighter, or if it was just
the insanely kinky situation, but the string of nasty talk that came spilling
out of Dad's mouth belayed the fact that this was seriously turning him on.

     Brad was mostly wincing in a mixture of delirious pleasure and pain, but
he still managed to say, "Ungh! Feels good! Yeah, keep it coming! C'mon! Fuck
me! Yeah, double-fuck my ass, Daddy! Fill me up! Yeah, fill me all the way up,
Daddy!"

     Finally, the over-sized toy was completely buried inside Brad, along with
his own father's even bigger tool. Dad had been in scene-setting mode while he
was trying to get us all together in this crazy arrangement, but once it was
all the way in he reached around Brad to grab the balls of the rubber toy and
he instantly switched over into all-out, horned-up, ass-fucking, cock-sucking
manwhore mode.

     "Good! Now, bounce, Baby! Bounce up and down on both of these big dicks!
Shove them deeper and deeper into your fucking hot ass, you cock-hungry little
cum slut!" Actually, Dad was holding the toy in place with one hand - so that
it stayed lodged in Brad's over-stretched asshole - while he jerked his baby
boy's big throbbing boner with his other. He was licking and kissing the nape
of Brad's neck as he spoke into his ear, goading Brad to bounce harder and
higher so that he could slide up and down on his Daddy's dick, but also so that
his weight would grind Dad's ass down harder onto his two big brothers' cocks
and then let the springs in the mattress send him bouncing back up.

     Shane and I could hardly stand it all.

     "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!"

     "THIS IS INSANE! GOD DAMN, IT'S FUCKING HOT, BUT IT'S STILL INSANE!!"

     I can't even begin to imagine what it felt like for Brad. He whined and
squealed, "Ohhh! Ohhh, FUCK!! Yeah, Daddy! Fuck me, good! GIVE IT TO ME! RAPE
MY ASS WITH YOUR BIG FUCKING DICK, DAD!!! FUCK ME HARDER!!! FUCKING ME DEEPER!!
FUCK ME, DADDY!!! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OHHHHH, YEAHHHHH!!!!!"

     "Yeah, Boys!! You fuck your old man, good! Give me those HARD DICKS!! I
want EVERY INCH OF MY BOYS' HARD DICKS IN ME!!" Dad was yelling some of the
filthiest obscenities I had ever heard and loud enough to be heard over Brad.
This was his show. He was crunched in the middle of all this, but still he was
somehow fueling the action with his constantly flexing, massive quads as he
bounced on our dicks and jerked Brad off. "Ride my cock, Brad! Yeah, RIDE IT!
Oh, your sweet little ass feels so good on Daddy's hard cock, Champ! Fuckin'
Right! YOU'RE SO HOT!! All my sweet little boys grew up to be filthy, nasty,
fucking sexy, big-dicked, ass-pounding studs and YOU MAKE DADDY FEEL SO GOOD!!
I love fucking your hot asses, boys, and it drives me crazy when YOU FUCK ME!
OH, IT FEELS SO GOOD!! I'M GONNA FUCK YOUR SWEET ASSES EVERDAY FOR THE REST OF
MY LIFE!!! HOT HARDWICK FAMILY ORGIES FOR BREAKFAST, LUNCH AND DINNER, FROM NOW
ON!! OH, YEAH!!! GIVE IT TO ME, BOYS!!! GIVE YOUR HARD COCKS AND HOT ASSES TO
DADDY!!!"

     I almost passed out. Frotting my big brother's dick inside our Dad's ass
with our baby brother getting double-fucked as the cherry on top was by far one
of the most intensely pleasurable experiences of my life, but it was also
highly strenuous. My heart racing and my breath coming shallower and faster
with all that weight crushing down on my lap, like that? It's probably a good
thing that all that pleasure was balanced by some pain, otherwise I would have
probably shot my wad as soon as Dad started bouncing on our dicks. Brad,
however, couldn't hold out any longer.

     "OH, SHIT!! I'M GONNA CUM!!!!"

     The overwhelming orgasm had already overtaken him and robbed him of enough
control to continue bouncing, so Dad took over. With all of Brad's weight
cramming Dad's giant dong up inside him as deep as that huge thing could ever
manage to go, Dad started pistoning the dildo with one hand while jerking Brad
off just as furiously with the other. Dad's warm, wet mouth was pretty much
fixed onto Brad's neck, and yet he still managed to urge him on.

     "Fuck yeah, Son! Blow that load! Let's see that hot, sticky mess! I wanna
bathe in Harwdick cum! C'mon, Brad! Show us what you've got! Cum for us, son!
Cum big for Daddy! Yeah, do it. C'mon, Champ! CUM!!!"

     "OH, GOD!"

     "HERE IT CUMS!"

     "OH, GOD!!!"

     "YEAH! C'MON, BRAD!" Dad's urging got louder and more emphatic as he felt
Brad's ass begin to clamp down on his cock and the toy lodged inside. "BLOW A
BIG LOAD OF HOT HARDWICK CUM FOR US, BOY!!!"

     And he did just that. Brad gasped and flailed and volley after volley of
spooge sprang into the air. Long, thick ropes of gooey, steaming boy-batter
erupted from our little brother's big, quivering boner and came splattering
down all over the four of us. His poor, massive, sagging nuts were completely
drained of one of the biggest loads of semen I've ever seen.

     "That was HOT!!! Oh, ya' did good, son," Dad cooed into Brad's ear,
holding him tightly from behind and patting him on the chest. "I can't believe
how much you shot, you hot little fucker!"

     He grinned and leaned forward, holding Brad's limp body close to his as he
lifted both of their weight off of what felt like two cocks that had been
welded together. Dad kept leaning forward and let Brad fall onto all fours on
the bed. Gently, he pulled his mammoth dong out of Brad's abused asshole and
once he was free the latex dildo practically fell right out. Our baby brother's
turd-cutter was stretched out so bad that it didn't even close up all the way,
at first. Dad picked up the toy, turned over onto his back with his head
between Brad's knees and then he shoved the dildo right into his own recently
double-fucked hole.

     He barked at us, "Shane, I want you to fuck me with this thing while you
lick my left foot and suck on my toes. Cade, you suck on the right foot."

     His voice had regained that sense of urgency, so we didn't hesitate, even
though neither of us was sure what was so sexy about sucking on a foot, or if
we were even doing it right. I guess we did alright, though. Dad brought Brad's
oozing, softening prick to his lips and suckled the last few drops of cum from
it as his hand massaged the boy's sore, gaping butthole. With his toes in our
mouths and Shane slamming the rubber dick in and out of his ass, Dad jerked on
his tall, swollen hard-on for a few minutes. Then, he started moaning, with
Brad's soft cockmeat still in his mouth, and he moved the hand that had been
rubbing Brad's crack down to squeeze and tug on his big, cum-filled plums. The
same mixture of genetic material that conceived his three sons - the sons that
he had just fucked stupid and gifted with the most satisfying sexual experience
of our young lives - flew from our father's bulbous cockhead and covered his
rippling abs and chiseled chest along with Brad's firm ass and saggy ball sack.

     Like one hog waits for another, Shane and I both instantly jumped on top
of our father and almost shoved each other out of the way as we tried to lick
his body clean of all the cum. The cum that we had both fantasized about
tasting for so long. After this long, agonizing wait, it did not disappoint.
Soon, Dad's chest was covered in our slobber, instead, and he chuckled as we
tickled him with our tongues.

     "Heh! Here, jump up on the bed, you cum hungry cunts. Brad, stay still!
Don't move a muscle, until I say so. Shane, kneel right here. Cade, you get
right here. Now, both of you jerk those stiff pricks with all you've got and
blow big loads of cum all over your little brother's feet."

     Shane and I shared another bewildered glance.

     "Dad . . . ?" Shane started.

     I finished his thought. "You do have a foot fetish. Huh, Dad?"

     He slapped me hard on the ass and said, "Less Talking. More Jacking. Now,
Boys! Get with it! I want to lick two big loads of Hardwick cum off of my baby
boy's thick, solid calves and high-arched bare feet!"

     As Shane and I began to pound our puds like a pair of mad men, Dad knelt
behind us and went back to fingering us with practically his whole hand, just
like when he was sucking his own dick. Shane got there first and he dumped a
good-sized load. Rope after rope of hot, creamy cum coated Brad's right foot,
along with his ankle, his calf and the bed spread. With Dad's four fingers
wiggling around against my prostate, a huge, intense orgasm boiled up from deep
inside me. My body shook and my lips began to tingle as I busted my nutt all
over Brad's left foot. Dad went into an almost trance-like state when we were
done. He brought Brad's two feet together and marveled at all the glistening
globs of his sons' jizz that covered their jock little brother's masculine
feet, before he started slowly lapping up every drop. Shane slumped down to
suck the last few drops from Dad's swinging hose, while I took to lapping the
rest of our shared DNA off of Brad's well-defined wrestler's ass.

     Once we were all licked clean, we took turns kissing each other and
sharing the remnants of the very first Hardwick family cum bath that still
lingered on our tongues. Much to my delight, I discovered that Dad is an
amazing kisser and, just like me, he never gets tired of doing it. The four of
us kind of fell together in a big pile on Dad's bed. Shane began to fall
asleep, with his head nestled against Dad's chest under his right arm. Brad was
using Dad's left thigh as a pillow, slowly drifting off with the extraordinary,
dangling schlong that had so thoroughly ravaged his ass draped next to his
cheek. I lay next to Dad on the left, with my semi-erect cock slung onto his
stomach and my tongue as far down his throat as I could get it.

     As I lay there reveling in post-coital bliss, it began to hit me that the
gorgeous, sexy hunk of a man that I was so passionately making-out with was the
same man that used to bathe me, and diaper my ass and read me bedtime stories.
Some conflicting emotions began to well within me and they distracted me from
the succulent taste of his kiss.

     I reluctantly pulled away and took a second to gather my thoughts before
asking, "Dad? Is this . . . wrong, what we're doing?"

     His dreamy expression suddenly grew serious and he stared at me with a
pensive, concerned gaze. "Are you having regrets, Cade? Did you not really want
to do any of this?" he asked.

     "No! I mean, Yeah! I mean . . ."

     I had wanted this more than anything and having it all actually happen
ended up being way better than I ever could have possibly imagined. I was just
unsure of where we would all go from here. Fucking around with my brothers was
one thing, but I couldn't quite picture how we would go back to being a family
after being fucked by our father. As far as I knew, that just wasn't done. I
didn't know how this would change our relationship. He had always been my Dad,
but he had only been a lover for the last few hours. Could he be both? How
would that work? I was having trouble reconciling the two. I couldn't very well
picture myself going, "Hey, Dad! I need you to sign my report card. Oh, and by
the way, I bought you a giant butt plug for Christmas so you can shove it up
your ass while you fuck me silly on the pile of torn wrapping paper under the
tree!"

     "Yes," I sighed as I composed myself. "This has been the best day of my
life! But, I mean . . . you're my DAD! Isn't this . . . I dunno, BAD?!? Most
fathers and sons don't have sex with each other."

     His visage softened. Dad looked at me lovingly and thoughtfully as he
began stroking my hair and contemplating his answer. Finally, he said, "You
know, son . . . I loved your mother with all my heart. When I lost her, it
turned my whole world upside down. It felt like I'd never have anything to
smile about, ever again."

     I completely forgot what we were even talking about. The few times when
Dad wasn't being a smart-ass, he was either putting on his authoritative "Dad
mode" demeanor or he was working on getting off. As I lay in his arms, with our
two naked, sweaty bodies pressed against each other, my father was showing me
his vulnerable side for probably the first time in my life. He was baring his
soul and my heart was breaking for him.

     "It was damn hard, at first, and I was good and fucked-up over it for a
while. Losing your mother taught me that happiness doesn't stick around
forever, so you'd better grab hold of it, wherever you can find it. Luckily,
she left you three to take care of me. You boys have made me happier than, I
would imagine, any one man has a right to be. I'd never do anything to hurt
you, son. Hell, when have we ever been like other fathers and sons? You boys
stopped needing me to parent you a long time, ago. Shit, you practically raised
each other! As long as it doesn't make you . . . ya' know, feel fucked-up in
the head, or nuthin' . . . I don't see why we all can't enjoy being close in a
different way."

     As he spoke, what reservations I had melted away. I realized that what I
was feeling wasn't guilt or remorse. It was fear. I was afraid that he would
pull away from me after the sex-haze had cleared his head. I suddenly felt
assured that he would always love me, every bit as much as I love him. My Dad
is just the coolest fucking Dad in the whole world, and that's all there is to
it.

     "Mmmm. Ah . . hm," Shane muttered as he started to rouse. He propped
himself up on his elbow and rubbed his eyes. "What are y'all talking about?"

     "We were just saying how much better this family fuckfest would have been
if you didn't have such a shrimp-dick," I said with a smirk.

     I could feel Dad's chest rise and fall as he held back a chuckle.

     Shane took a second to decide if I was being sarcastic or not. "Fuck you,"
he said, sleepily. "Save it for your career as a two-bit stand-up comic, Bitch.
I gotta take a piss."

     Dad perked up, as Shane started to roll off the bed. He turned to me and
said, "How 'bout you, Cade? Gotta piss?"

     "Yeah, I'm kinda hurtin' for a pit stop, myself."

     At that, Dad's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. He sat up and
started nudging my soundly snoozing little brother. As Dad shook Brad by the
shoulders he said, "Brad! Wake up! Wake up! There's something I wanna show
you."

                                    THE END

Due to popular demand, this story will continue in an epilogue of sorts called
"Hardwick Shower."

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