NASH:

    Life has a funny way of throwing curveballs at you. This was supposed to be the summer when I finally moved back to New York – something I'd been looking forward to for a year and a half, ever since Dad and I came to stay with Uncle Stan in Maine. Then just as I graduated high school, my father's fiancée Kelly went ahead and gave birth – to my uncle's baby!

    "So is he my cousin or my brother?" I asked as I held baby Theo for the first time at the hospital. Dad and Uncle Stan were standing next to me, both of them looking like proud parents.

    "Well, after Kelly and I get married he's going to be your step-brother," my father explained. "But technically he's your cousin."

    "And how do you feel, Uncle Stan?" I said as I handed him the baby.

    "Good. Relieved everything went okay," Stan smiled. "Everyone keeps saying he looks like me."

    "When can you bring him home?" I asked next. It had been two days since Theo was born, and both mother and baby were doing fine.

    "This afternoon, actually," my dad replied. "I need to go back to the house and install the car seat, I haven't done that yet. Then I'll come pick them up."

    "I'll go home with you, to see if you need any help," I offered. 

    "I'll take care of Theo and Kelly while you're gone," Stan said, rocking his firstborn son in his arms.

    In the passenger seat of my dad's truck, I looked at the lush greenery around while he drove, and I made a final decision.

    "I'm gonna stay here for a while. I'm not going back to New York just yet," I said.

    "Are you sure?" Dad asked. "Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to hear that. I just thought you couldn't wait to go back."

    "I wanna spend some time with Theo and get to know him. And I'm making good money at the hardware store here," I noted.

    "What about your friend Tanner? I thought you were gonna move together?" Dad asked.

    "He's in New York, doing his thing. I might join him at some point, but I'm in no rush."

    Of course, I was bummed that my best friend had moved out to pursue a porn career in the big city, but I felt like I needed to put family first.

    "We'll be happy to have you here as long as possible," Dad said with a smile, placing his right hand on my thigh and keeping it there for the rest of the drive.

    When we got to the house, we installed the car seat in the back of Dad's truck, and he packed up a few more things that he needed to bring to the hospital. We were in no rush so we just stood in the driveway for a few minutes, enjoying the nice summer weather. 

    "Let's go skinny dipping. I'll race you to the lake!" Dad suddenly said, taking his shirt off, pulling down his cargo shorts, and breaking into a run.

    "What? Hey, no fair!" I said, trying to catch up with him. Not only did he get a head start, but he was also wearing sneakers, whereas I was in flip flops, so he was clearly faster. By the time I reached the lake, Dad was already in the water, his shoes kicked off on the shore. "Cheater!" I yelled out at him while taking my clothes off.​​

    Without even checking to see if anyone was around, I quickly tore off all my clothes and jumped in the lake after Dad. He was standing in the water about waist height, with his back turned to me, so I surprised him by tackling him and pulling him underwater briefly. He was bigger, and much stronger than me, and quickly had me in a bear hug as we re-emerged. It felt amazing to be pulled tightly against my dad's hairy chest, feeling our cocks rub together. And it felt even better when he reached behind me to hold onto my asscheeks, giving them a playful squeeze.

    Although I didn't say it out loud, the main reason for staying in Maine wasn't my job, or even baby Theo. I didn't want to leave because I didn't want to put an end to my new, more intimate relationship with my dad and my uncle. Hell, it was just a couple of days ago when Dad and I sucked Uncle Stan's cock together. Now, as we wrestled in the water, I reminisced about how hot it was to watch my dad suck his own brother's dick.

    That memory and the fact that my father's hands were on my asscheeks made my cock grow hard. Since the water was crystal clear, my erection was clearly visible to Dad, who merely chuckled and squeezed my ass one more time. A few seconds later, I followed him out of the lake, my hard dick bouncing around as I waddled my way through the water. It looked like my dad's tool might've started to chub up as well. On the shore, he turned to face me and smirked proudly.

    "That's my big boy," he chuckled, nodding toward my boner.

    "Sorry," I giggled, pretending to be coy. "I was thinking about you sucking off Uncle Stan."

    "Yeah. That was... unexpected. And hot," Dad confessed, letting his hand drop down to his junk and giving his growing cock a few strokes.

    "Did you like it? Did you like sucking dick?" I asked, curious as to where this might go.

    "I was hesitant at first. But yes, I did," Dad nodded and he tugged at his balls. His dick was almost as hard as mine now, and getting bigger by the second.

    "Would you do it again?" I said, standing on the shore with the sun beating down on my naked body, stroking my throbbing prick.

    My father made eye contact and then gazed down to my erection hungrily. Before even answering, he dropped to his knees in front of me, pulling me closer while opening his mouth at the same time. I stepped forward and let my cock slide past my dad's lips and into his wet mouth. The shock of what was happening came crashing down as he worked more and more of my shaft down his throat. Oh my God, my own father was sucking my dick!

    Immediately I could tell he was a beginner, which was endearing in a way. He got about halfway down my length before he started coughing and gagging. It reminded me of my early days in NYC, sucking whatever dick I could get my lips on. Regardless, I was thrilled that this was happening. The sheer excitement of this could make me cum.

    "Oh fuck, Dad, that feels nice," I groaned. "Open your mouth wider."

    My father did as I asked him, which lessened the feeling of his teeth grazing against my shaft. Again, he tried taking too much too quickly, which resulted in him gagging. I tried not to laugh; I didn't want to discourage him when he was clearly trying to please me as best he could.

    "When you think you're gonna cough, just remember to breathe through your nose," I mentored him, and he responded by nodding with a mouthful of cock.

    Dad wrapped his arms around my thighs, seemingly determined to deepthroat me as I offered a few more pointers. He was finally able to move past the halfway point after a few minutes, breathing in and out of his nose like I instructed. As he got more confident, he definitely got more into it. I looked down and I could clearly see that his dick was rock hard. That made me even hornier, knowing my father was enjoying this just as much as I was.

    Pretty soon, I had both of my hands on the back of Dad's head. Through a combination of me pushing my cock forward, and him relaxing his throat, I managed to completely lodge my dick down Dad's gullet. The only thing that could've made this better was if Uncle Stan was here to witness his own brother deepthroating me. I couldn't wait to get back to the hospital and tell this story to my uncle.

    As I got closer to the edge, I was no longer just holding the back of my dad's head. Instead, I was gripping and pulling his hair aggressively, thrusting in and out, fucking his face. This made him gag again, but he seemed determined to keep up. His hands moved to my ass, pulling me forward each time I thrusted in as if he wanted to take me as deep as possible. His fingers even went in between my cheeks until I could feel his fingertips brush against my hole.

    My breathing got heavier and my pace got faster. I was fucking Dad's mouth so aggressively that my balls were swinging and smacking against his stubbly chin. I moaned loudly when his fingers pushed more firmly against my pucker. He could tell I was enjoying this so he kept pushing until his forefinger was lodged inside my asshole. By the time he was two knuckles deep, I couldn't hold back any longer.

    While my father fingered me, I shot my load down his throat. I cried out, blowing wad after wad of my cum and sending it straight to my dad's stomach. It was one of the most amazing sensations in my life up until now. I still couldn't believe I was actually jizzing in my dad's mouth while he greedily gulped down his grandkids. Finally, once I was done, he pulled his mouth off my shaft and kissed the tip.

    "Let's go pick up the rest of the family, Dad," I said, smiling down at him as he wiped saliva and sperm off his lips.