CLARK:

    Unlike my rugged brother, I couldn't tolerate sleeping in a tent, so when Dixon suggested going camping with Stan and his family, I insisted on booking a place that had cabins and actual beds. When we arrived at the campground in Maine, I was happy to see that it met all of the basic requirements for comfort. The little cabins didn't have A/C or private showers, but they did have a small living room and an adjoining bedroom with three beds, which Dixon and I pushed together to create one supersized bed that we could share with my son.

    Tyler immediately went next door to meet Stan's family, but my brother and I started off by unpacking a few things. Alone with Dixon, I thanked him for arranging this little trip for us. "By the time we return, I expect Tyler's mom will be moved out of the house," I said.

    "Oh. So you two are officially separated, huh?" my brother asked.

    "Yup," I nodded, with less sadness than I'd have expected. "Things haven't been working out for years now. At first I thought her sex drive was declining, until I realized she was sleeping with another man. Now they can be together. Hell, I can't even blame her. Not like I haven't been fooling around with other guys lately."

    "I'm surprised you didn't call it quits earlier," Dixon noted.

    "We have so many mutual investments, so it ain't easy. Properties, mortgages, loans… But, we hired attorneys to take care of all of that. I'll try to gradually buy her out."
   "Well, if you need a new partner… I mean, I don't have much money I can put down but I'm happy to do all the work I can to help you out," my brother offered. 

    With a grateful smile on my face, I pulled Dixon into a hug, which soon turned into a heated makeout session. We knew Tyler and the rest were waiting for us next door, but we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We rubbed our bulges until we were fully hard, but we did manage to hold back from cumming for now.

    "Let's go see what they others are up to," Dixon suggested after a while, and we got an eyeful when we stepped into the neighboring cabin and walked in on my son getting his dick sucked by Stan, while two other men were fucking across the room. I knew that the top was Stan's brother Ray, and the handsome teenager that he was fucking was his own son Nash.

    "Looks like we missed the show," Dixon said right after Ray and Tyler shot their loads.

    "Don't worry about that. There's plenty more where that came from," Stan's brother said with a smirk. "I'm Ray. And this is my boy Nash."

    He offered us his hand and Dixon and I went to shake it, all while Ray kept thrusting back and forth, fucking his son's hole.

    With my cock throbbing in my shorts, I looked down at Nash's hole just as Ray pulled out of it. Full of paternal cum, Nash's ass was calling to me. I looked at his father, as if asking for his blessing to fuck his boy.

    "Go right ahead," Ray said, recognizing the fire in my eyes.

    Two seconds later, my dick was out and I was fucking Nash's ass, while my brother moved to the front and shoved his hard-on in the teen's mouth. Tyler cheered from across the room, egging us on. The fact that I was fucking a guy I'd just met in front of my son made me feel extremely horny. I began to thrust aggressively, eager to show off in front of Tyler. Thankfully, Nash could take the assault from both sides. Clearly, his own father and uncle had trained him well.

    It took Dixon and me only a few minutes to blow our loads. Then, we all went for a hike and ended up skinny dipping in a secluded lake. Ray and Nash shared their story with us, telling us they moved to Maine from New York a couple of years ago, looking for a temporary place to stay. "But Uncle Stan showed us such a good time, that we just couldn't leave," Nash said, swimming over to his nude uncle and giving him a big kiss in front of all of us.

    Back at the camp, there were only two showers available so we had to take turns. Tyler and I offered to go last and once it was our turn, without even saying anything out loud, we instinctively began to soap each other up. My son's body was by now so familiar to me, and it felt incredibly intimate to be lathering his back and his glutes, with my hands sliding up and down his soft, smooth skin. He returned the favor, focusing on my hairy chest and playing with my nipples.

    "It was so hot when you and Uncle Dixon spit-roasted Nash earlier," Tyler suddenly said, looking up at me with coyness.

    "Yeah. It was fun," I agreed.

    "But you know… it made me a bit jealous," Tyler explained, his hands trailing down my stomach.

    "Jealous why?" I asked, my cock rising just as my son's fingers began to comb through my wet pubes.

    "Because you were fucking Nash instead of me," Tyler replied, grabbing my dick. "Do you wanna fuck me, Dad?"

    By the time he finished that sentence, I was rock hard and throbbing in the grasp on my son's hand. "Does that answer your question?" I chuckled, nodding down at my erection.

    Tyler laughed warmly and started to stroke up and down my shaft. I pulled my son closer and our mouths crashed together. I moved my hips, pumping into his soapy fist, before returning the favor and jerking him off as well. Even though I was nervous that someone might walk in, I couldn't stop myself from pushing on Tyler's shoulders until he was kneeling in front of me.

    My son knew exactly what to do. His mouth opened obediently and he took me down his throat. His tongue swirled around my cockhead as he made sure to taste every inch of the dick that had made him. Goddamn, his mouth felt so fucking good. Now that his mother was officially moved out of the house, I knew I'd be using my son's mouth a lot more. Hell, we might make it a daily occurrence. I grabbed hold of Tyler's head, thrusting past his supple lips, blocking the stream of water with my body so he could look up at me with those gorgeous eyes that let me know that all he wanted to do was please his old man.

    Tyler wasn't my innocent boy anymore. He was grown up, sexy as hell, and the best damn cocksucker I'd ever met. He bobbed steadily as I let him set the pace for a while. Every time his nose reached my pubes, he moaned and squeezed his throat muscles to constrict around my cock. I groaned deeply, trying to keep quiet, but he was sure making it difficult to do so.

    "Fuck, son, you're gonna make me blow already," I grunted before tugging him up by the armpits. "Not here. Not yet."

    Tyler looked disappointed but we wrapped towels around our waists in a poor attempt at hiding our boners, and we rushed back to our cabin. My brother wasn't in – he was probably next door with Stan and the rest – so my son and I had the place all to ourselves. Tyler sported a shit-eating grin on his face as he picked up a sweaty jockstrap off the floor: the same jock his uncle had worn during the drive here. Tyler held it to his face like an oxygen mask, his eyes closing as he inhaled Dixon's muck deeply before offering it to me.

    I looked at it awkwardly but Tyler nodded his encouragement. I took a hit, smelling the salty, masculine smell that reminded me of my brother. It hit me like a drug and made my already-hard dick twitch so much that my towel fell to the floor. Tyler's eyes lit up at the sight of my cock, and he jumped onto the three beds that we'd pushed together.

    My son patted the mattress, and I joined him in bed. He took charge at first, climbing on top of me and shoving his tongue down my throat. The way he moved his hips had my dick rubbing up against his ass, desperate to slide in. Eventually he moved down, licking down my neck and chest until his mouth found my boner again.

    Wanting to be more than just the recipient, I made Tyler lie on top of me with his dick over my face. He sank his hips, and his cock pushed into my willing mouth. As we 69-ed, my hands roamed up and down his back, which was still a bit wet. Finally, my hands found his ass. My fingers parted his cheeks and grazed his tight hole. He whimpered around my dick, sucking me even more aggressively so I knew this was a good trigger for him. I toyed with his hole a bit more, loving how he wriggled on top of me.

    I managed to roll us over, getting Tyler onto his back. I sat up right and spread his thighs with my knees. Then, I bent down to kiss him again, softer this time, more sensual. I rested my body weight on my only son and he clung to my chest like a daddy's boy. My dick rubbed against his hole again, this time more purposefully. I could even feel my precum drooling onto his pucker. With every passing second, I was more and more desperate to fuck my son.

    "Wait," Tyler stopped me. "I wanna be on top. Face to face. I want to see all of you."

    I smiled in agreement and flipped onto my back, my dick swaying like a spring. Tyler straddled my hips with hunger in his eyes. We kissed some more until he finally rose up, guiding the tip of my dick to his hole. Maintaining eye contact as he sank down, inch by inch, his tightness easily opened up to me. Fully impaled on the cock that made him, Tyler's face twisted in a mix of wide-eyed passion and ecstasy. His lips parted, letting out a soft gasp as he settled down comfortably, right where he belonged: with his daddy inside of him.

    The sensation of my own son clenching his insides around me was something I'd never grow tired of, I knew that for a fact. It became even better when Tyler started slowly rising and falling, testing me out and testing me. He went faster, bouncing harder, grinding down, using my dick for his own pleasure – and I was all too happy to let him. Soon, my hands settled on his waist possessively, and my hips bucked upward, meeting him thrust for thrust. I was nailing him deep and my boy took every single inch of me with a big smile on his face.

    Then suddenly, Tyler hopped off me and got on all fours. With his face in the pillows, he reached back and pulled his cheeks apart, presenting his hole to me. My hole. I growled as I drove inside him, claiming what was mine all over again. He moaned into the pillows and sheets, keeping his hole exposed so I could watch my cock disappear inside him over and over. This new angle let me go even deeper than before, making him cry out louder every time I bottomed out.

    Our bodies and the sheets were drenched in sweat, even though we'd just taken a shower. I got up to open a window, and then I looked back at my son and told him, "Come over here."

    Tyler joined me, a grin on his face as his hard dick swung left-to-right while he walked. He braced his hands against the windowsill and he bent forward as I slid into his loose hole while he was barely in position. Tyler looked outside, almost like he was enjoying the view while his own father fucked him raw. Although he was trying to keep the noise down, I was thrilled to make him moan and squeal with every thrust.

    "Your turn," Tyler panted after fifteen minutes, smirking as he pushed against my chest.

    It felt like the most normal thing in the world as we swapped places. I leaned on the sill this time as my son came to stand behind me. He spat onto his shaft before shoving inside my ass. I wasn't as experienced of a bottom as he was, so the sudden intrusion had me groaning and biting my first. The burn was intense at first, but it quickly dissipated as the thrill of my own son fucking me took over. Tyler's hands gripped my shoulders as he started pounding harder, giving it to his old man rough and raw.

    Now, I couldn't decide what I liked better: fucking my teenage son, or getting fucked by him. I'd taught him to ride a bike and change a car tire, and here he was buried deep inside me. His hips snapped forward relentlessly, nearly knocking me over and pushing me out the window with every thrust. My dick was loving it, steadily leaking precum onto the floor of the cabin even though I wasn't touching myself. My son's thick cock slamming against my prostate was enough to make it drool.

    "Fuck Dad, you're even tighter than I am," Tyler groaned, hunching over me to wrap his arms around my torso and biting into my shoulder.

    We were so lost in this dirty father-son bonding that I almost didn't notice someone approaching. Dixon came out of the trees from the direction of Stan's cabin. My brother was striding confidently, shirtless and barefoot, wearing only a pair of shorts that sagged suggestively on his hips, with a big smile on his face. When Dixon reached the open window, he leaned right in to plant a big kiss on my lips.

    "I thought I heard the sounds of mischief," my brother chuckled. "But this is even better than I expected. C'mon, boy, breed your old man."

    "What do you say, Dad? You want my load?" Tyler asked, encouraged by his kinky uncle.

    With that, my son redoubled his efforts, fucking me like a jackhammer. Soon, he was slamming home with a grunt, flooding my insides with my grandbabies. I clenched around him, trying to milk every last drop of his hot jizz. Finally, he slumped against my sweat-slick back, panting.

    "Alright Clark, show him how it's done," Dixon smiled, acting like a porn director.

    Tyler and I swapped places one last time. I bent him over, shoving him against the windowsill as I slid into his well-fucked hole. Dixon reached through the window and pulled Tyler's face to his. The uncle and nephew made out while Dixon fished his own cock from his shorts and started jerking off. I was glad he'd caught us – after all, we had Dixon to thank for bringing our family closer in this way. Grateful to be a part of it, I hammered deep and unloaded inside my son's ass while he fiercely made out with his Uncle Dixon.

    "Take it, son. Take it all," I roamed, erupting deep inside, breeding my boy while my brother splattered the outside of the cabin wall with his own hefty load of spunk.

    And then, while I was still inside him, Tyler surprised me with his next request.

    "Hey, Uncle Dixon, remember when the two of us DP-ed Stan?" Tyler asked. "I wonder what it would feel like for you and Dad to fuck my hole at the same time."​