Date: Fri, 27 May 2016 12:29:28 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Spring Break in San Fran (Part 1)

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(Author's note: this is a riff on one of story master Bill Drake's pieces,
which you can find here - http://drakestories.tumblr.com/post/56171745907/
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"You ever wonder if it's genetic?" Dave said, as we curled up in our
post-sex glow. I tilted my head back against his shoulder, looked up at his
handsome, bearded face. Laughed slowly.

"Why, you think Cole's got it in him too?" I asked my brother with a
playful grin. His eyes widened, and I felt the distinct twitch of his cock
against the side of my ass. "Fuck... you've thought about it, haven't you,
dude?"

Dave flushed, looked away, but then he looked back at me with a rueful
smile, that sparkle in his eyes. The same sparkle he'd had when he first
offered to show me how to jack off, when I was 14. That sparkle that lit up
his eyes through every evolving phase of the intense, incestuous affair
we'd been balls-deep in for more than 20 years now. The deep, unshakeable
connection that had followed him through his marriage, fatherhood, the
suburban-dad lifestyle he'd tried his best to live up to until last year,
when he'd finally owned up to his true self, come out, divorced Christine.
Even though we were thousands of miles apart, for the past few months, we'd
been exclusive. My big brother wasn't just finally, openly gay - he wanted
to finally, openly be with me.

"Yeah, maybe," he murmured, and I reached down and squeezed the big muscle
of his thigh. I'd thought about it too, wondered if the same thing that
lived in us, drove us into each other's arms time and time again, was in
the big, handsome hunk I called nephew. That he called Son. Cole had been
incredibly cool about his Dad coming out, even with the whole divorce. I
guess it's true, the kids in his generation really didn't see it as much of
an issue anymore. My big, popular, pussy-chasing football stud nephew
thought it was no big deal. Seemed proud of his Dad for manning up and
being true to himself. What he'd think about his Dad and me, now, that was
a different question.

I guess Dave was wondering about that too, because when he brought Cole out
on a trip to San Fran to visit me on the kid's spring break, it seemed like
he was testing him. Seeing just how tolerant he might be. My big brother
was as open and affectionate, physical with me as he usually was on his
solo visits, and at first his casual, intimate touch on my neck, my arm,
made me stiffen up in front of Cole. But I loved my brother, really loved
him, and that cut through everything. I found myself returning his warm,
lingering gazes, snuggling into his strong, warm body when he'd stand by
me. Hell, I was more than curious myself about how the big young stud would
respond to the idea of his Uncle Jeff and his dad being as close as we
were. Through it all, Cole never said a word. I'd catch him giving us these
quiet, speculative looks.

Cole was sleeping on the couch in my apartment, so the second night, when
Dave tiptoed quietly into my room from the guest bedroom, I was
worried. But I couldn't resist my big bro, we were in this too deep now,
and I found myself watching eagerly as he stepped out of his boxers, that
big cock of his already rising as I held the sheets up for him and welcomed
him into my arms.

I swear, we tried to be quiet. But you know how it is when you get caught
up. If anything, knowing that hot 18-year-old nephew of mine was two rooms
away just added to the intensity of our lovemaking, stretched the taboo
even further. Our kisses were hot, hungry, wet. Dave's big, thick cock, the
talented way he fucked me, like he'd done since I was 16, drove a thick,
hard cum out of me, all over my torso, and still he fucked on as I growled
and grunted and kissed him. When I heard the creak of the floorboards
outside my door, I know he heard it too. Dave got this deep, intense,
questioning look on his eyes, and began to fuck harder. Deeper. Thrusting
up into me even more determinedly. I found my cock starting to harden again
as I nodded.

"I love you, Jeff... little brother," he panted, and I know Cole could hear
us through the door.

"I love you too Dave... big brother," I moaned back, smiling at him.

The knob turned, the door eased open, and there he was. He didn't look too
surprised, but I recognized that hungry, intent look on his eyes. He was
the spitting image of his father at 18, all big and strong, fur starting to
come in on his pecs, and the big, hard bulge in his loose boxers was
soaking the cotton through with precum as he stood and watched us. Slowly,
Dave turned, met his son's eyes, and continued to fuck me. We watched him
watch us, and then Dave stretched out his hand to his son. Smiled. My heart
was in my throat, but I smiled welcomingly too.

"Son... if you want to..." Dave started, and Cole's slow nod sent a thrill
through us both as he stepped in.

"I want to," he said simply, his young voice deep and husky, and as he shed
his boxers, his big young cock proudly leading the way to our bed, we
reached for him, and welcomed him into our family bond.