Date: Sat, 29 Mar 2008 00:03:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Cover yer Teeth <coveryerteeth@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Hardwick Men, part 8

     "Oh, yeah. Let me get at that sweet asshole, Bitch Boy!"

     I'm not a morning person. Never have been. One of those saccharin-sweet
coffee commercials used to claim that a hot cup of coffee was the "best part of
waking up." For me, the best part of waking up was staggering into the kitchen,
half asleep with my piss-hard jutting out in front of me, to find my kid
brother's pretty pink rosebud winking at me from between those walnut-crushing
ass cheeks as he dug around in the top cupboard for his morning cereal. That
cleared my head faster than a triple espresso and I couldn't help but grab him
from behind and grind my morning wood into that inviting crack of his.

     "Damn, Cade! You in the habit of sneaking up on people and rubbing your
dick around on their butt?"

     "Yeah," I said plainly before I slapped his ass hard. "Should I not? You
say that like it's a bad thing."

     "Mmmm." He moaned at the smart of the hand print I left on him before
leaning back to pin my hard cock between my stomach and his hole. "You know I
like it, but I wouldn't recommend you try it while you're waiting in line to
order at Burger King, or something."

     I chuckled and replied, "That's a mistake you only make once, huh?"

     Brad moved to face me with that certain smile that he only ever wears when
he's turned on. He reached around to grab two handfuls of my ass and pull me
closer to him with his growing erection pressed against mine. I felt a silly
grin spread across my own face in anticipation of what would come next. We each
leaned in slowly and let our lips meet for a sweet, succulent good morning
kiss. From the moment my two brothers and I first fucked, it was like a flood
gate had been opened and there was no hope or desire to go back to the way
things were before. However, it did take us a while to work up to kissing each
other, for some reason. Looking back, I can hardly imagine why. It's always
been one of my favorite things. Although Shane could do amazing things with his
tongue during the throws of passion, Brad had it all over him when it came to
tender kisses. Everything about him seems so butch and gruff, I sometimes
wonder if I would have gone my whole life without ever seeing this sweeter side
of my baby brother had we never given in to our lust for each other.

     He began to tickle my butthole as he pulled away. With a mischievous
smirk, he looked into my eyes and said, "If you fry ham and eggs for breakfast,
I'll let you fuck me before school."

     That's such an absurd thing to say that I couldn't help but snicker.
"You're such a cheap whore."

     "True, but I'm a cheap whore who's sick of cold cereal and can't cook for
shit." His Cheshire cat expression melted into that same certain smile, again,
and he said, "Besides, I can't think of a better way to start the day than with
a hot meal in my belly and a hot load up my ass."

     After another quick kiss, I gave in. "Who could argue with that?"

     I went to the bathroom to empty my aching bladder and found Shane doing
just that. My piss-hard had started to fall slightly, but it was still stiff
enough to try the same gag I had just pulled on Brad.

     "What's up?"

     "Hot, hard cock. Same as every morning." I stood right behind him as he
unloaded into the can and jammed my hard-on into his crack. "See?"

     The constant stream of piss gave way to a sloshing noise and Shane had to
lean forward against the wall to keep his balance. "Easy, Killer! I don't want
to clean piss off the floor. If I miss, I'm gonna make you mop it up with your
tongue."

     "Don't talk dirty to me. This thing'll never go down enough for me to
piss. I'm gonna burst."

     "I'm nearly done. Feels so much better." When I moved beside him to get at
the bowl, he squeezed my stiffy and asked, "How far does it have to go down
before you can get a stream going?"

     "Sometimes, I can piss when completely hard, but it's not easy," and for
that very reason I swatted his hand away. Soon, Shane's stream began to wane,
so I reached over, shook the last few drops from his cock to make up for it and
told him, "I was thinking ham and eggs for breakfast, but I'm not feelin' the
clean up. I'll let you fuck me before school if you'll wash the dishes."

     "Awesome. Hot breakfast and poke'n the broham, first thing in the morning?
I knew this was gonna be a good day!" With a quick slap on my ass, he turned to
head down stairs.

     The Hardwick kitchen table was littered with the "usual reading material."
Shane and Brad sat, pouring over the stroke books, at the one corner of the
table where it wouldn't be immediately obvious that they were casually fondling
each other if Dad were to suddenly walk in. As I laid the last slice of ham on
the griddle and the eggs were almost ready to scramble, I felt a pair of huge,
strong hands clamp down on my shoulder and the very tip of a large, fat cock
gently brushing against the small of my back.

     "Two questions," Dad said softly into my ear as he leaned over my shoulder
to see what was cooking. "What did we do to deserve this? And, what the hell
are you doing up this early, Sleepy Head?"

     My wang went from pointing at the floor to waiving at my chin almost
instantly. This had become a common occurrence when Dad was around. Even when
he wasn't poking me in the back with that massive ramrod. "Beats me," I
replied. "Y'all sure don't deserve it and if I were a smart man I'd still be
sawing logs."

     Between the four of us, I was the cook in the family and, since I'm mostly
a walking zombie until around noon, hot breakfasts were a rarity in our house.
Dad could clean a plate like no one I've ever seen and he had to go in early,
that morning, so it was no surprise that he was done first. Shane stood at the
sink, bare-assed, washing dishes while Brad and I sat on our asses at the table
letting all that good, greasy food weigh heavy in our bellies. Dad hollered
his usual, "Bye, Assholes!" at us through the kitchen windows on his way to his
truck and then peeled-out as he left for work.

     "I'm too stuffed to move, but I still want you to make good on your word,
so you're gonna hafta come over here and sit on my cock, Son," I teased Brad
while I patted my full stomach.

     "That's not how I remember it," Shane protested, looking up from his bitch
work. "You said I could fuck you, Indian Giver!"

     "I wasn't talking to you, Princess! Why do you think I made all that
food? Brad bribed me with a chance to drill his tight cornhole if I would."

     Shane busted out laughing. "Fuck, man! I thought I was getting the good
deal, here. You played us both. You bitch!"

     "How's that?" Brad asked, feeling like he missed out on the joke.

     "That fucker told me in the john that he'd cook breakfast and let me fuck
him, before school, only IF I'd agree to do the dishes," Shane said while
pointing at me with a soapy finger. Brad and I just laughed.

     When we had fiinally collected ourselves, I got up to make my way around
the table toward Brad. I pulled him out of his chair and kissed him deeply
while leaning against the table. Standing there with our arms around each
other, I turned to look at Shane and yelled, "How them dishes coming, Bitch?"

     "Keep talking, Hot Shit. I'm gonna rip your ass open so wide that you'll
have to buy a pussy pad to wear to class. Get ready to bleed, Whore." All of
this said with a wicked grin and without ever looking up from the sink.

     Brad and I smiled and kissed a little more before I turned him around and
bent him over the kitchen table where we had all just eaten a family meal. With
my cock head tickling its intended destination, I kissed his neck while
clutching his well defined pecs. Slowly, I kissed my way down Brad's back until
I was kneeling with my face buried between his muscular ass cheeks, worming my
tongue into his puckered hole.

     "Ah, yeah. That's what I like," Brad panted, drawing some of Shane's
attention away from his task.

     I love eating ass. I could eat Brad's ass for days without stopping and be
perfectly satisfied. It seemed cruel to leave Shane out for much longer though,
and he would soon be done with the dishes anyway, so I dragged our younger
brother over to make him kneel next to Shane and fed him my dick. Brad jerked
his raging hard-on while gagging and slobbering on Big Brother's cock. I
grabbed him by the hair with my left hand, holding his head still so I could
skull-fuck him and used my right hand to play with Shane's ass.

     "Tickle my turd-cutter all you want. I'm still gonna tear your ass apart,
Bitch. Just a couple of dishes left."

     Whether he was seriously threatening to grudge-fuck me or not, it didn't
really matter. I could and still can handle anything that's thrown at me. I was
getting a huge kick out of fucking with him while he was doing the chore I had
duped him into doing, though. I dragged Brad around behind him and shoved his
face in Shane's crack. While Baby Brother ate out Big Brother's ass, I
straddled Brad's back and gave Shane a reach-around. I think Shane was actually
half-heartedly doing the dishes, at this point, so that he could prolong his
tongue-fucking. Playfulness has its place, but before long I was ready to get
down to it, so I went to the cabinet and poured a little vegetable oil into the
palm of my hand. I greased up my aching rod and spread the rest around Brad's
twitching butthole. Brad stuck his ass up in the air so I could get at it and I
knelt down to ease my hard schlong inside him. Brad jerked Shane off while I
pounded his ass, shoving his face into Shane's crack with each thrust.

     Seconds after I heard the dishwater draining out of the sink, Shane had us
both by the neck and was marching us up the stairs. As Shane shoved us both
in the direction of Dad's room, he said, "Get in there, you cock-gobbling
sluts."

     "You wanna fuck in Dad's bed?" I asked.

     "That's not a problem for you, is it?" When I shook my head, Shane said,
"No. I didn't think it would be."

     It really wasn't a problem. In fact, my dong got so hard at the prospect
of Richard Hardwick's three sons fucking each other in his bed it practically
took over. Suddenly, I was the one shoving Brad into Dad's room and up onto the
bed so I could dive on his cock and suck as much of that eight-inch wonder into
my mouth as I could fit. Shane followed right behind and lapped at my asshole
with his tongue. Once my sweaty crack was good and moist, my big brother began
his relentless assault. He tongue-fucked me so ravenously it felt like he was
trying to penetrate me with his chin. I was in Heaven, a fact that was evident
due to my loud moans and squeals.

     "Yeah, you like that. Don't you, Whore?" Shane taunted while fingering my
quivering hole with his thumb. "You like when the men in your family make you
their dirty little slut! Brad, roll over and let this slut put his dick up your
ass so I can plow you both at the same time."

     My cock was still greasy with oil and it slid right back into place up my
baby brother's shit chute. Shane hadn't greased his cock for me, though. He had
no intention of making things that easy. He did spit into his hand and slick
his fat fuck-stick up, at least. As soon as he'd shoved it in me all the way up
to the root, our big brother began humping away like a jack rabbit. It really
did feel like he was trying to rip me apart and I wasn't the only one that
thought so. Shane was thrusting into me so hard that Brad was wincing when my
own cock kept getting shoved up into him. Shane grabbed me by the hair to keep
his balance and then leaned backward so that he could widen his range of
motion. Every time he slammed into me, it made a loud noise that sounded like
I was being repeatedly smacked with a broad leather paddle.

     "You love getting fucked by a big Hardwick cock. Don't you, Bitch?"

     It was equally wonderful and painful at the same time. Through gritted
teeth, I answered him, "OH, YEAH!"

     "You crave Hardwick cock more than anything, don't you?"

     "OH, YEAH!!!"

     "You wish this was our Daddy's gigantic Hardwick dong plowing your
perverted Hardwick ass, don't you? You want to suck your Daddy's cock and let
him fuck you with it and be covered in the same Hardwick cum that made us!
Don't you?"

     Holy Shit! Where the fuck did all that come from? How could Shane possibly
know what I secretly wanted for such a long time. He had hit the nail on the
head, so to speak, but I wasn't going to answer him on the chance that he was
just spewing whatever filthy thing came into his head while he was stabbing my
insides with his hard schlong, over and over. He kept getting rougher and
rougher.

     "Say it, Bitch! SAY HOW MUCH YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED BY DADDY'S COCK!!!!"

     "Oh, Fuck! Oh, God!" Brad began to cry out. This fucking was beginning to
be more than he could handle and he was getting it second-hand.

     The feeling of this brutal fucking was amazingly good, but at the same
time my ass was really on fire.

     "SAY IT!!!! SAY IT!!!!!"

     "I WANT IT!" The words just exploded out of me and there was no holding
them in. "I WANT DAD'S BIG COCK INSIDE ME!!!!!!"

     "That's it!" In one motion Shane pulled out of my ass and threw me on my
back, yanking my weeping dick out of Brad.

     Suddenly, Shane's cock was stuffed into my mouth and the foul taste of
bowel was almost immediately replaced by a deluge of my big brother's pungent,
hot creamy cum. At the same time he was dumping his load down my throat, Shane
had maneuvered Brad around so that he could suck our little brother off, too.
Seconds later, Shane was swallowing a big load of Hardwick cum, as well.

     We all clambered up to lay in the bed, properly, sweaty and spent. Shane
leaned over and kissed me, each of us sharing the remnants of cum that lingered
in our mouths with the other. Brad apparently was determined not to be left out
as he was soon on my cock trying to suck out a load of his own. When my nutt
came, I couldn't manage to kiss worth a damn so I pulled away from Shane and
gasped over and over as spurt after spurt erupted into our baby brother's
mouth. We all sank into the mattress, right where we lay, panting to catch our
breath.

     As soon as I felt I could manage a coherent sentence, I asked, "Where did
all that come from?"

     "Yeah. Sorry if I got carried away," Shane answered, pausing for a bit to
collect his thoughts. "I've just noticed a few things for a while now. You
always get major wood when Dad is in the room and every time Dad has a hard-on,
you can hardly seem to look at anything else."

     I could feel a twinge of guilt begin to rise from the pit of my stomach.

     "It made me wonder if you feel the same things I've been feeling. Even
though the three of us have had major fun fooling around together, for a while
now, I just couldn't bring myself to admit that I want to be fucked stupid by
Dad. You got turbo-wood when he touched you, before breakfast, so I guess I
figured that if I could get you to admit it, then it'd be okay for me to admit
it, too."

     The guilty feelings I had began to wash away as I listened. They were
replaced with a swelling feeling of adoration. I had never felt so close to my
big brother before. "I guess I didn't hide it very well. How long have you felt
like this, Shane?"

     "About Dad?" A pensive expression pained his face as he thought, then he
replied, "I've fantasized about fucking around with him pretty much ever since
we were kids and we spied on him at that one party in that orgy pit. How 'bout
you?"

     "I started thinking about it after he circle-jerked with us and let us see
him cum for the first time. Ever since then, I think about Dad more than anyone
else when I jerk off."

     "What about you, Silent Bob?" Shane nudged Brad with his foot to goad him
into sharing his thoughts on all this.

     "Yeah, sure. I'm with ya'," Brad said frankly, as if this wasn't as
difficult a realization for him as it had been for his older brothers. "I've
always thought that big, juicy cock of his looked mighty tasty. I'd swing on
it."

     There was a long moment of silence which Shane finally broke by asking,
"Do you think he'd go for it? If, say, he were to walk in here, right now, and
see us all laying here covered in each other's cum . . . do you think he'd join
in?"

     Brad scratched his nose as he began to think out loud. "I . . . I don't
know. He used to be all about fucking, but he's mellowed out quite a bit these
last few years. Have you noticed how he almost never brings girls home,
anymore? He still goes out and what not, but he hasn't come home to fuck in a
long time. I wonder if he's just not as freaky as he used to be."

     "Oh, he's pretty freaky." Something Brad said had jogged my memory and I
decided to share with my brothers something I had neglected to show them
before. "Check this out," I said as I reached up into Dad's closet for that
felt pouch I had found a while back.

     When I dumped the big rubber cock and lube out onto the bed, both of my
brothers' eyes grew wide with shock and they said, "WHOA!!!" in unison.

     Shane practically had to pick his jaw up out of his lap to say, "Dad's got
a dildo!"

     "Wicked! Do you think he fucks himself with it?" Brad asked, then he
grabbed the toy and held it to his nose to see if smelled like ass.

     "I suspect so," I replied. "Why would he need lube if he just used it in
his ladies' cunts? And, it's like you said, Brad. When was the last time he
brought a chick home? I've snuck in here to play with it fairly regularly, ever
since I found it, and I can tell you he goes through a lot of that lube all by
himself."

     "THIS IS AWESOME!!!" Shane's gears were obviously turning and his stiffy
was beginning to return. "If Dad does like cock then maybe we can get him to go
for it with us. You reckon?"

     "I dunno," Brad said, prefacing his reservations. "What are you gonna do?
Walk right up to him and say, 'Hey. What's up, Dad? Can I suck your dick?'"

     Shane shrugged. "That'd work on me."

     "Yes, but Dad isn't a perverted, sex-crazed teenager, like you are," I
jibed at our big brother with a little grin.

     "Fair point," he said, grinning back. After a little more contemplation,
he added, "What if we let him figure it out, the same way I figured you out,
Cade?"

     Brad asked, "What do you mean? Like, sport wood around him all the time
and stuff?"

     "Yeah," I agreed. It was such a simple idea, but so right on the money
that it seeded a whole mess of other ideas in my imagination. "We've been real
careful to keep our screwing around under the radar. What if we just relax a
little and let him put the pieces together? Maybe we can even get him involved
in some more circle-jerks, too."

     "That's the idea!" Shane was already rock hard, again, as he spoke. "We've
just got to put out the vibe. Let him get the hint and if he throws a shoe, we
can play it off like he just got the wrong idea. If he's into it, then it's on
like Donkey Kong!"

     Shane had opened the lube while he was talking and then grabbed for the
dildo to get it nice and slick.

     Brad watched him with a puzzled expression and asked, "What are you
doing?"

     "Until I can get my hands on Dad's real cock, I'm going to make do with
his fake one," Shane answered frankly.

     I checked the time on Dad's alarm clock and mentioned to him, "It's
getting on. If we don't hurry up and get ready, we're gonna be late for first
period."

     "Fuck school! We'll be late," Shane scoffed. "I wouldn't be able to
concentrate in Social Studies thinking about this big rubber dong tearing open
Dad's asshole, anyway."

     As soon as our big brother had managed to coax the full length of the
huge, nine-inch toy into his butt, Brad and I both got our second winds. We
took turns fucking Shane as hard and fast as we could with the rubber dong
until he was yelling like crazy and cum came seeping out of his purple shaft
without hardly having to jerk at all. Brad and I both nutted on the dildo and
took it in ourselves, just to see how it felt. We all showered together in
Dad's shower, put the clean toy back where I found it and eventually left for
school.

     We were late for second period, too.