Date: Thu, 23 Jun 2011 21:31:38 -0700
From: trip carver <tripcarver@hotmail.com>
Subject: Me and Shawn and Dad, chapter 9

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Author's note: I need to ask the reader's indulgence with this chapter, as
I exercise a little poetic license.  The action takes place in the SUV as
Dad and Trip (in the front seat) and Shawn and his uncle Kevin, Mom's
brother, (in the back seat) are driving up to the lake house for the
weekend.  Dad's obviously driving, but the rear view mirror in the car is
able to give him an almost full view of everything that's going on in the
back seat.  He's a very capable driver and is able to safely drive and
watch all the action in the back with no problem, a skill obviously
developed in his work as a detective.  Also, note this chapter is being
told from his perspective.  Sit back, buckle up, whip it out, and enjoy!


"Me and Shawn and Dad"

Chapter 9: On the drive to the lake house - - -


 "Hey Dad?"  It's Trip.

"What is it son?"

"Are we there yet?"

"Not quite son, still have a few more hours to go.  OK?"

Actually, he's been really good on this trip, not getting all rambunctious
or fighting with his brother.  I think having him in the front with me
makes him feel important.  And Shawn and his uncle Kevin in the back, well,
I think Shawn likes having another adult nearby, maybe makes him feel a
little more grown up too.  It's a long drive, about four to five hours with
a lunch break and pit stops as needed.  But we're making good time, the
weather's great for driving, and the road's good, hardly any traffic, no
construction zones.  Yeah, this is going to be a nice quiet uneventful
drive to the lake house.  Can't wait to get there, see my brother Travis
again, and Jeff, his son.  Trip got all excited when I said Jeff'll be
there.  He's looking forward to not being the youngest; that honor falls to
Jeff.  Oh, and Kevin and his partner, Scottie too.  "Scottie the hottie"
that's my secret nickname, but he is a hottie, and he really does a great
number on my ass.  We've always had fun; hell, hot mansex on this special
weekend, our annual `close down the lake house for the winter' weekend.
It's always great when we go up in the summer for a week or two with the
kids.  Someone else is always there too - Travis, Kate, Jeff and his
sisters, or Kevin and his partner Scottie, sometimes everyone's there.  But
this weekend's been traditionally `men only,' and now bringing the boys
along, can't wait to see how that works out.

Travis was all for it, especially after that Saturday we went to the park,
then came home and fooled around, him, me, and the boys.  He's a natural,
so easy with the boys too, and they love playing around with him.  Lucky
dog, got his ass eaten three times that day, got to eat some boy-butt, and
got a powerful fucking from me too!  And Scottie, wow, he was really
excited about it right from the start.  He was able to switch things around
at the restaurant (helps when it's your place) to come up this weekend.
Just Kevin, he was a little hesitant, really a little more than hesitant.
But Travis and I worked on him, in more ways than one, and he agreed to
give it a go.

Yeah, a nice quiet, uneventful drive.

"Uncle Kevin?"  It's Shawn.  Hmm, wonder what's up?

"Yeah sport, what's up?"

"Can I ask ya somethin'?"

"Sure, anything."

"Well, it's kinda, like, uh, personal, and all. . . "

"That's ok, Shawny, I'm a tough guy, I can handle it.  What's on your mind,
what's so personal and all?"

I look up into the mirror, Kevin is looking at Shawn, and I'm waiting to
catch Kevin's gaze.

"Well, a few weeks ago, we, were, uh, we, uh, well, Dad and Trip and me, we
were like, y'know, fooling around, and..."

Kevin's eyes glance up at the mirror, catching my eyes.  I give a very
subtle nod, Kevin acknowledges it with a raised eyebrow.

"What is it sport, c'mon, y'know, you can ask me anything."

"That's right son," I add in.  "Your uncle Kevin and I had a good long talk
about all that.  It's ok."

"Well, ok, this is it.  Trip. . ."

"Hey. Leave me oudda this!" Trip says all worried and almost panicky.

"Trip noticed that my dick curves up when it's hard and he asked Dad about
it and Dad said it was like totally normal and that some dicks curve and
some are straight and all that and then he said that Trip's is straight
`cause Trip takes after him and that mine is curved `cause I take after
your side of the family and that you have a curved dick too and well I was
wondering uncle Kevin do you have a curved dick like mine?," Shawn blurts
out almost in one sentence.

"Christian?"

"It's ok Kevin, like I told you.  You can answer the boy."

"Ok, Shawn, well, yeah.  When my dick is hard, it does kinda curve up
towards my belly, hitting just below my bellybutton."

Glad to see Kevin's handling it well, honestly, frankly.  Off to a good
start.

"Oh, well, then, uh, can, y'know, like, uh, can I uh see it?"  Shawn's
looking at Kevin with real sincere and intensely curious eyes.

"Christian?"

"Yeah, Kev, it's ok."

"Well, Shawn, uh, yeah, I guess so."  I can see that Kevin's really
uncomfortable and excited at the same time.

He doesn't do anything yet, just sits there, looking back at the teenager,
a little blush overtaking his face.

"Well, like, can I uh, see it, like now?"

"Oh. Yeah, I guess so."  Again, he lifts his gaze to find me.  I'm there,
and I subtly nod my ok.

"But Shawn," Kevin says, a little playfulness now in his voice, pushing
away the nervousness he's been feeling, "my dick isn't hard right now, so
. .. "

"Oh, that's ok," Shawn interjects, "maybe I can help you get it hard."

Kevin is a little startled by this.  He wasn't expecting it, but quickly
sees the possibilities.  He's not a hot-shot lawyer for nothing.

"Well, ok then."  Kevin takes his t-shirt off, slowly, showing his tight,
lightly hairy belly then chest.  Shawn's watching the progress of the
shirt, taking in his sexy uncle.  Once the shirt's off, and he start
undoing his shorts, Shawn's attention is drawn there, watching transfixed
as Kevin is pushing them down his massive thighs to pool at his ankles.
Shawn's attention goes back down to his uncle's crotch.

"Uncle Kevin, you're wearing a red jockstrap!"  That was Trip, who sometime
during the interchange between Kevin and Shawn, turned around, and was
leaning over the front seat, facing into the back.  I give my younger son a
playful slap on his cute little butt.

"Hey, Trip, this is between your brother and uncle Kevin, butt out!"

"Aww, that's ok Christian, we don't mind a little audience, do we sport?,"
Kevin asks looking at Shawn.

Shawn's obviously torn between wanting this to be a private thing just him
and his sexy uncle, but at the same time, the idea of being watched, even
if it is his younger brother, kind of excites him too.

"Nah, it's ok uncle Kevin.  The little twerp can watch.  I don't mind."

"Ok, now that we got that cleared up, yeah, I'm wearing my red jock today,
cause well, it's my special going-to-the-lake-house jock. And Scottie likes
it too," he adds almost a little embarrassingly.

"So Shawny, why don't you check it out, maybe even help me get hard, so we
can see if my dick curves up like yours.?"

"Uh, ok, cool, uncle Kevin," Shawn says, reaching for his uncle's
jock-cover crotch.

"Slow, down there sport, there's a right way to do this," Kevin says,
gently blocking the kid's hands from his jock.

I grin, knowing what Kevin's up to.

"Huh?"

"There's a sequence of things ya gotta do when you go to remove a man's
jock.  Doing that way makes it more exciting for both partners.  Kinda like
foreplay."

"Forewhat?," Shawn and Trip both ask at the same time.

"You know boys," I respond, "all the neat stuff we do before the main
event.  It builds up the energy, the excitement, makes it better when it
finally happens."

"Sure, uncle Kevin, whadda I gotta do?"  I don't think he cares about the
foreplay part, just anything that will let him see his uncle's hard dick.
I can hear the eagerness in his voice.  He wants to get to checking out his
uncle's dick, and he'll probably do anything Kev tells him too, anything
that will get him there.  What a horn-dog he's becoming! This could be
interesting.  Then it dawns on me what Kevin's up to, and I hold back a
smirky laugh. Yeah, I know Kevin, and we've been here before, he and I, I
know exactly where he's going with this.

"Well, the first thing you gotta do is kinda, well, sniff around, get your
partner's scent, it's like his signature, it lets him know you're
interested."

Bingo.

"Ewww, that sounds gross uncle Kevin!"

"Yeah, ewww," Trip again.  Another playful smack. "Hey!"

"Trip, you can watch, but don't butt in!"  I reach over and playfully rub
his butt, to show that I'm not really mad at him.  He looks at me, and I
return his look, smiling.  OK, he's smiling too. Another little butt rub.
Hmm, I do kinda like that.  I leave my hand there for just an extra breath
or two.  Oh, yeah, back to my older one and Kevin.

"Well, ok, if you say so."  And with that, Shawn leans over, resting his
hands on Kevin's powerful hairy thighs, and brings his nose up near his
uncle's jock-covered dick.  Kevin takes his nephew's head in his hands, and
guides his face right into his crotch, rubbing his nose on his jock, on his
dick.

"How's that, sport?"

Shawn looks up, well, tries to look up from his uncle's crotch.  Kevin's
hands are still on my son's head.  "Kinda smells, like, a little like
towels out of the drier, and y'know, jock strap, and well, dick."

Kevin let's out a chuckle. I'm glad he wore a clean jock for this trip.
Hmmm, maybe on the way back . . .

"Breathe it in through your nose, get a good whiff.  Take it in," Kevin
instructs his nephew, still holding his head in place.

Shawn does just that, I can hear his big exaggerated breaths.  Then I see
his head go even closer, tighter into his uncle's crotch, Kevin leaning
back, smiling, relaxing a little.

"Hey, this is (breath in) kinda neat (breath out)." Shawn starts breathing
in his uncle's man-scent, a little more deeply, a little vigorously, a
little more intensely.

"Yeah, now you're getting into it," Kevin says.  "Y'know what's next,
don'tcha?," Kevin asks, as he tilts Kevin's face up towards his own.

Shawn's expression is priceless.  The poor boy's clueless. I know what's
next, cause Kevin and I have done this before.  I see Kevin looking at me,
a sly grin on his face.  I mouth into the mirror, "yeah, do it."

Kevin looks back down at Shawn, seeing in his eyes a mix of horniness and
puzzlement, but mostly horniness.  Kevin says two words: "lick it."  Then
three more: "through the jockstrap."

"Whooooooooooa."  Trip. I don't slap his boy butt this time.  I can't.  One
hand's on the wheel, the other's massaging my own dick through my shorts.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhhuuuuhhhhh." Shawn, making a sound of horniness giving into
being grossed out.

"Yeeeaaaahhhh." Kevin, as Shawn's tongue peeks out, timidly, from between
his lips and just barely touches the bulging jock.  He takes his nephew's
head, and gently forces it closer.  "Lick it Shawn, like ya mean it," a
little more forcibly.  But that's what the kid needs right now.

Shawn lets out a grunt, and sticks his tongue out for another lick, this
time a fuller swipe.  Another groan, another swipe, another groan, little
drawn-out `yeeeah,' as he goes back in for another lick. He's getting the
hang of it.  My dick's getting harder, driving is becoming more of a
challenge.

"That's the way, sport, you're doing great, keep it up, just like that,
yeah.  Move around a little, get the top, down by the bottom, the sides,
all over.  Feel my cock, hard, ready to burst out, feel it with your
tongue.  Taste the jock, my sweat, my scent. Yeah.  Lick down by my balls,
lick and sniff, get the scent down there, where it all comes together. All
over, yeah, Shawny, you're doing a great job."

And he is.  I can see him licking all over, licking and sniffing.  Kevin's
one hand gently holding his head, guiding it, encouraging it, his other
hand, rubbing, down under Shawn's shirt, down his back.  Can he reach my
son's ass? Damn I can't see that far.

Shawn stops, panting, looks up at his uncle.  "Uncle Kevin?," he says.

"Yeah, sport, what is it?  You're doing great, what?

"Uncle Kevin, I can see your dick head, it's peeking through the side of
your jock.  I can see your dick head!"

He sounds all excited about that, like a little kid who sees a mall Santa
and believes it really him.

"Yeah, sport, so it is!  You did that!  Why don'tcha . . ."

And before Kevin could say it, Shawn gives a little chuckle, a little
fun-nasty chuckle, swoops back down, and with the full width of his tongue,
gives Kevin's dick a man-sized swipe.

"Fuuuck, Shawn!"

He goes back again, this time, using just the tip of his tongue, pointing
it, he licks just the very tip, the pee-hole of his uncle's hard fat dick
poking out from his spit-saturated red jock.

"Shawn!"  Kevin calls out. He can't believe it, what the kid is doing, it's
fucking incredible!

"Yeah, uncle Kevin?," Shawn asks, in a voice of pure innocence.  "What?"

"Shawny, don't stop!  Keep goin'.  Lick that dick head, the whole dick,
swipe it with your tongue."

I break my gaze from the mirror for a moment, to check on Trip.  He's still
kneeling up, facing the back, his mouth open, and he's got his dick out,
stroking it.  Not sure at what point that happened, but I feel good about
it, proud that my boy feels comfortable enough to jack off when he needs
to.  I reach over and gently tickle his balls, hold them for moment,
feeling their fullness, their smoothness, their vulnerability.  I feel his
hand reaching for mine on his nuts, his gaze not leaving watching his older
brother and his uncle in the back. He can't cover my hand with his, it's
just still too small, but he holds it, letting it move with my hand and I
continue to massage and fondle his young ball sack.  Only for a moment or
so, then he looks at me with this sweet, sweet longing, and resumes
stroking his dick.  I let go, slowly, of his boy balls, letting my one hand
join the other on the wheel.

"Fuuuuuck!"

That cry form the back grabs my attention back to the mirror.  Damn, what a
sight!  Kevin's practically in the corner of the seat, almost directly
behind Trip, his left leg out, the other one down, his shorts at the floor
with his right foot. Shirtless, his head thrown back, mouth clenched
tight. His smooth man-pecs heaving, his tiny nipples hard and as pointy as
they could be, his belly, lightly hairy and tight, the easy muscles there
just barely showing, just enough to be real sexy.  My boy Shawn is now
splayed belly-down out on the seat, his shorts pulled just below his ass
cheeks, his tight wrestler-jock cheeks all bunched up in hard muscle and
boy flesh, his uncle's hand squeezing his cheeks, teasing his ass crack,
tickling the light hairs growing there.  Damn, the light is just right, the
light peach fuzz on his butt is just so ever so slightly shimmering. How
fucking sexy is that! And even through his shirt, I can see the broadness
and developing muscles of my son's back And his head, my son Shawn's head,
is bobbing up and down on his uncle's fat dick, the red jock tucked now
under his big heavy balls.

I keep driving, my own cock sticking up out of the waistband of my shorts,
a drop of man juice at its tip.  Looking up in the mirror, I watch as my
eldest son gives great head to his uncle.  I find myself thinking two
things - how fucking hot is all this, and, why didn't we do this years ago?
I'm reminded of something I once heard, that things happen when they're
ready to happen, and...

 "Oooohhhhhhhhhhh," interrupts my internal philosophizing, and I
instinctively look up in the mirror, expecting to see the results of
Shawn's blow job on his uncle.  But no.  I see Shawn looking up at Kevin,
his right hand holding Kev's balls, his left on the hard, wet, slick,
shaft.  And I see Kevin looking towards the front, over at Trip, who's
panting just a little, and trying to hold back a smile.  I turn and see my
younger son, holding his softening dick, a little splooge still on the
head, and wads of fresh boy-cum running down the seat.

"I came," Trip says, a little embarrassed, a little proud.

"So I see.  That's good son," I say, with a tone wanting to assure him that
it is indeed good and ok, and that cumming watching something as hot as his
brother blowing his uncle, is, well, to be expected.

"Sorry Dad, I, uh. .  ."

"No, it's ok son, it's natural.  I would have cum too, if I wasn't driving.
It's pretty hot what your brother and Uncle Kevin were up to in the back
there.  Here, let's take a taste," I say as I reach out a wipe a blob of my
son's juice off of the seat, and bring it to my mouth.  It's not the first
time my boys have seen me eating fresh boy-spunk.

"Yeah," Kevin says, matter-of-factly, "boys, just so you know, your Dad's a
real cum-hound, always wanting to eat it up."

The two boys look at each other, and start to laugh, remembering how I made
Trip eat his cum from his brother's face the first time I found them
together, and how I made Shawn lick his cum from Trip's face that night
after dinner after I licked out what I could from Trip's mouth, and . .

"Yeah, uncle Kevin, we know," Trip says.  "A coupla weeks ago in the
shower, Dad had us each shoot off in his mouth, and he like just ate it all
down.  And that time in the car with unka Travis, unka Travis made me cum
with like just his hands and all, and he was eatin' my cum, and Dad like
says, "save some for me," and unka Trav gave Dad some of my cum and Dad ate
it right offa unka Travis' finger!  And, and, when we were like y'know,
foolin' around with unka Trav, and I was like eating him out, and then I
was cumming, Dad got down on the floor and I shot off right into his mouth.
Yeah, Dad likes eatin' our boy juice an all."

"Yeah," Shawn volunteers, "Dad even ate all of uncle Travis' cum when I was
rimming him too.  "Dad's a real cum-pig."

"Heeeey!, but I just grin, and change the subject.

"So Shawn, did you find out if your uncle's dick really does curve up like
yours?," looking up in the mirror at my son.

I see him looking intensely at his uncle's dick, which is still right
there, in front of his face, and which has, in just the last few minutes,
lost some of its hardness. But Shawn wastes no more time, and starts in
again on his uncle's fat dick, licking it all over, sucking it into his
hungry teenage mouth, tonguing it, getting it all hard again.  It doesn't
take long, and Kevin's dick is as hard it can be.  Not that I could see
much, `cause Shawn was still going down on it, like a starving man on a
steak dinner.  Kevin's hands are on his nephew's head holding it guiding
it, pushing it down deeper onto his horny horny cock.  I can see in his
face, his eyes, rolling up, glazing over, fuck, it looks like he's about to
blow, and sure enough. . .

"Shawn! Pull off, I'm about to blow," Kevin calls out.  Shawn does that,
his mouth still open like he's still sucking, his back expanding and
contracting with his deep breaths.  Kevin takes his dick in his hand, and
starts stroking it, bringing himself to the point of cumming, and Shawn
reaches out, and stops him.

"Shawn, What the fuck!"

"Nah, uncle Kev, it's ok, but before you blow your load and lose your
hard-on, we gotta see if your hard dick really does curve up like you
said." Shawn is looking at Kevin, at his face, into his eyes.

Kevin's so far gone, so close, he looks up from his dick into the boy's
face, and yeah, manages to let go of his dick.  It's throbbing, with a tiny
drop of uncle juice at the tip.

Together, they look down at Kevin's fat, throbbing, slimey, juiced up dick.

"Yeah!," Shawn exclaims. "It curves alright, a real, nice, sexy, uncle
Kevin curve." And before you know it, he's reaches out his tongue, and
swipes the uncle juice off the tip.

"Fuuuck!" Kevin's trembling now.

"Son," I say, watching all this.  "Finish off your uncle."

"Fuck yeah Dad," as he goes back down, taking Kevin's dick in his hot tight
lips, into his mouth, to his throat, and back out again, and down again,
and back down, and ...

"Auuuuuuggghhhhhhh," Kevin screams as Shawn's hand is around - just barely
- his dick, the head resting just inside the boy's lips.  And Kevin lets
go, unloading his cum right in Shawn's mouth, filling it, overflowing,
Shawn's swallowing what he can, some splooge running out his lips anyway.
Kevin's panting, his dick softening, slipping out of the boy's mouth.  He
reaches up and starts to wipe away some of his spunk form his nephew's
chin, where it spilled out of his mouth.

But Shawn has other ideas.  He reaches out, stops his uncle's hand. Their
eyes meet. "Lick it off me, uncle Kevin," the tone more a demand than a
request.

Kevin's startled by that, and looks to find my eyes in the mirror.  He
does, and I just nod and motion with my eyes, "yes, do it."  Kevin leans in
and starts licking his runaway cum from his nephew's smooth face.  Shawn
takes his uncle's head in his hands, and brings his uncle's lips to
his. Now Kevin is getting it.  He intensifies the kiss, licking the boy's
cummy lips, reaching his tongue into the boy's mouth, seeking out his cum,
his essence, whatever's left.  Man, what a hot, hot kiss, both boy and man
giving it all, lips, tongues, mouths.  Hands running through hair, down
arms, back up, all over.  Kevin breaks the kiss, pulls away just an inch or
so, his mouth half open, his tongue sticking out, a little gob of his spunk
that he fished out of Shawn's mouth, on the tip. It takes Shawn a moment,
but he catches on soon enough, and reaches forward with his own tongue, his
mouth, and just vacuums his uncle's tongue and his spunk back into his
mouth.  That's when I lose it.

"Fuuuuccck!" I got so caught up in my boy and his uncle, that I just
fucking came in my shorts! just rubbing off through my shorts, watching the
trade off of spunk. The car swerves a little too, but I bring `er back.

"Dad!," that's Trip.  You alright?"  A little startled, a little panic in
his voice.

"Yeah, son, I'm ok, just got excited, just sort of boiled over," and I
shoot him a shit-eating grin, and point down to my crotch with my eyes.

"Shit Dad, did you just like, cum, in your shorts?"

"Yes son, your brother and uncle got me so worked up, I just, well,
exploded."

"Coooooooool."

Kids.

Damn, what's happening in the back now?  Kevin just came in my son's mouth,
and Shawn brought him in for a cummy kiss, and now?  It's Shawn.

"Aw, fuck yeah, yeah, deeper, take more uncle Kevvy, yeah, all the way,
yeah, fuuuuck."  I look up in the mirror, and all I can see now is the top
of Kevin's head, bobbing on my son's dick, Shawn's hands guiding his
uncle's head.  Kevin's strong muscled back, contracted, tight, his shoulder
muscles, his biceps hard and tight, arms wrapped around his nephew's
younger wrestler jock body. Watching Kevin blowing Shawn, my brother-in-law
sucking off his nephew. Damn. If I didn't just cum. . .

"Yeah uncle Kevin, keep going, just like that, yeah, yeah, fuck yeah.  Oh
man, your tongue on my dick, your lips, oh man, so fucking hot, uncle Kev!"
Shawn's really getting into it, telling Kevin what he likes, what he needs.

They go just a few more minutes like that, Shawn narrating as his uncle
blows his teenage cock, his uncle grunting and slurping, sucking, stroking.
I can't see everything, they're too far down almost on the floor, but it
sure looks like Kevin's got a hand under Shawn's jock ass, and yeah, I can
see the muscles in the arm reflecting the action of his finger as he's
finger-fucking his nephew.  Shawn's head is thrown back, his eyes closed,
his hands on Kevin's head, holding him, guiding him, urging him on, and,
then he holds real still for a split second.  He pushes his uncle's face
off his dick, and puts one hand on under his chin, to hold him there.  His
other hand goes to his dick, hot, hard, throbbing, covered in Kevin's spit,
he jacks it faster and faster and . ..

"Uuuuuhhhhnnnnn."  He lets out this low groan.  Hadn't heard that sound
from him yet, a low almost roar/groan, as he lets glob after glob of boy
cum fly from his dick, on Kevin's face, his cheeks, his eyes, then finally,
into his mouth.  What a fucking cum!  Kevin's surprised, not expecting such
a load, and such intensity from the young wrestler.  He starts to wipe it
off, and Shawn stops his hand with his own.

"Let me get that.  That's what my Dad taught us; when you make a cum mess,
you clean it up. Right Dad?, right Trip?"

"You got it son, you've learned well."

"Yeah, Shawny, that's what Dad told us."

Kevin looks up into the mirror, catches my eyes with his, and I say,

"The boys are right Kev.  That's what I've taught them."  And with that,
Shawn leans in to his uncle, and starts to lick his cum from his face,
ending with another juicy cummy boy/man kiss.

We ride in silence for a while. Trip's staring out the window, his shorts
on the floor by his feet, his young cock at rest, just kind of poking out
between is still-slender thighs.  How fucking beautiful is that.  From the
back I can hear Shawn's quiet, satisfied breathing, almost a snore, as he
dozes, leaning back against his naked uncle, his shorts now all the way
off, and his dick, soft too, resting, curling over his boy-balls.  His
pubes a little cummy, a little messed up. So boyish, so innocent, so right.
Kevin's half-dozing too, his hand resting on the boys chest, occasionally
just barely, lightly teasing the young hairs growing there.

"Hey Dad?"  Trip.

"What is it son?"

"Are we there yet?"

"Almost son, almost."

- - - to be continued - - -