The Hansons

This is a work of fiction, and includes stories of sex between family members. If this is illegal in your area, please do not read.  A big thank you to Bill Drake, a4f101, Marc Tremaine and FD Campbell (Peterbilt) for their ball-busting contributions and inspiration. 

Copyright held by Andrew Pearce ([email protected])

A few days after Jack had first come over, Andy had stopped by for a visit, coming through the back door and into the kitchen. 

“Hey guys” said Andy, suddenly stopping cold when he saw Jack. “Oh, hey, what’s going on here” he asked, genuinely curious and sitting down at the kitchen stool. 

“Ah, hey, bro. I believe you know Jack. Uh, he and I met a few days ago.  Guess he’s become a bit of a fixture around here these last few days.  Think you’ll be seeing more of him…again” Steve said smiling, grabbing Jack’s knee at the same time. Jack looks dup to him affectionately, very happy to hearing Steve speaking in this way. 

“Cool, cool. Wow, bit of a surprise, but really, that’s great” said Andy, unaware that his brother was seeing anyone, let alone a guy. 

“Hey, Andy. Good to see you again” said Jack politely. His lust for Andy had never diminished. How the fuck could it, the guy had been a fucking beast in bed, always ready to plow his ass or ride his dick, always guaranteed to leave a guy satisfied. And sometimes with others, too, randomly producing megawatt studs who were always down to fuck. They’d had some good times together. But, he was mindful of Steve and, respectful of his home and family, he kept it at that. 

Andy hung around for a bit longer, getting used to the idea of Jack and Steve together, and his older brother’s new relationship status. He was cool with it, if not a little surprised, but as they sat by the pool he couldn’t help but wonder why the hell he’d let Jack get away. The dude’s body was incredible, and seeing him playing around with Steve and the boys in the pool reminded him of how much fun he could be. He was happy for them, but a little jealous. 

* * * *

A few weeks went by, and things were great. It was now full summer, and the house had a relaxed and lazy feel. Steve was off work for a few weeks, and Jack, like Skip, was basically living at the house.  He and Steve were now definitely an item, as excited by each others’ bodies as Brad and Skip were with theirs. 

Sexually, each couple was insatiable. Sex could be heard pretty often, but it was private. They ribbed each other a bit, but there was still a respectful boundary. Yes, some bare ass cheeks were getting seen here and there, the normal amount for four men walking around between showers, getting dressed or first thing in the morning. 

Andy was around a lot, too, using the pool, occasionally bringing over some friends, which everyone liked because the guys were always sexy. He and Steve, already close, were now even closer. 

It was a late afternoon on a Thursday night and Skip was walking towards the pool for a swim when he heard a noise in the gym. It was late in the evening, around 7.30, but the day had been hot and he figured he’d wait for Brad to get home from hiking with some friends by taking a dip. 

When he realised that the sound had been a long and low moan he detoured to the gym’s door. He peered in through the thin glass window to see Steve standing and bent over a table at the back of the gym, completely naked and taking Jack’s cock from behind. Jack, standing, was slowly but deeply fucking Steve, his muscular body glistening with sweat, either from their workout or their fucking. 

Skip’s breath was taken away by the hot sight, the two men clearly in sync, their hands rubbing each other sensuously. And it instantly hardened his dick. Fuck, it had been hard enough always seeing Steve and Jack walking around shirtless. Steve had always been a physical inspiration for Skip most of his life, but he’d also become aware in the last few years that he was also a major sexual turn on for him, and for a long time had been a major player in his jerking off fantasies. That had died down a bit since he’d gotten together with Brad, their energy and thoughts focussed on each other. But, damn if he wasn’t seeing a real-life version of something he’d fantasised about for years. And, to top it off, it was with Jack, a stud who defined male sexuality and athletic hotness. 

Involuntarily, he found himself touching his hard dick, watching as Jack’s speed increased. His legs were splayed wide, his hips low as he repeatedly ground his cock deep into Steve’s ass, his ass clenching each time he hit bottom. 

He was clearly mashing it as deeply as he could, occasionally pulling out almost completely, before sinking it to the hilt again, a move that seemed to particularly drive the older stud wild. Skip could see thick strings of precum heavily leaking from Steve’s dick half way down to the floor, but due to the angle, he couldn’t see the cock itself. 

“Oh fuck, bud, this is really hitting the spot. I’m gonna fucking cum soon” Steve grunted hoarsely. 

“Oh, yeah, that’s what I’m after. Show me that load, man. Gotta feel this ass of yours as it clenches on my dick. Yeah, so fucking hot.” 

Jack moaned as his hands ran over the stud’s wide, muscular back and triceps as every muscle strained as he braced the table to absorb the deep dicking. Steve still wasn’t touching his dick, using his hands to hold the table instead. 

Suddenly, Steve’s balls swelled and Skip watched as without even touching himself, he shot his daddy seed. His cock shot upwards along his belly, the ropes splashing on his abs and belly hair, and then sprayed under the table, falling to the floor. His hips were pushing back and meeting each thrust of Jack’s cock, their hips jointly making synchronised circular movements when the cock was plugged deep, hitting spots for both of them that had them groaning. 

Skip, almost without breathing, watched his boyfriend’s father ejaculate all over himself, the table and the floor, all while being railed by a super hot stud who seemed to be an expert cocksman. Jack was still fucking him, continuing to torture Steve’s prostate.   

As Steve’s cumming subsided, Jack’s rhythm started to wobble, his own orgasm imminent. 

“Get on your knees - I wanna see your face as I shoot all over it!” ordered Jack. 

Steve quickly pulled away and scrambled to his knees, looking up hungrily at the young stud. He opened his mouth but kept it a few inches from Jack’s dick, ready to take a load to the face and mouth. Jack’s breathing was now a fast panting, one hand stroking his greasy cock while he held himself steady with the table with the other, drops of precum flying onto Steve’s face and chest. 

Then, holding the back of his lover’s head, and enjoying the feel of Steve’s hands stroking his balls and thighs, he started shooting, the cum flying straight onto Steve’s tongue. Steve held it there, wanting to accumulate so he could share it later. But, it was too much, the excess drooling out and running down his chin, eventually falling to his chest and thighs. He looked at the cock as it continued to shoot, and then at the handsome face of his new lover, twisted in joyous pleasure as he felt the full force of his orgasm. 

Eventually, it subsided and he fell to his knees in front of Steve, who leaned in and kissed him fully on the mouth, sharing the huge amount of ball juice that he had saved. They traded a messy tongue lashing, the cum snowballing in their mouths and spilling out onto their chests. Their cocks were still hard, their hands stroking them as they continued to passionately kiss, trading saliva and cum.  

Skip witnessed the whole thing. To say that it was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen was an understatement.  Suddenly realising his intrusion on a personal moment, he backed away and walked back towards the house. His head was racing, and his cock was definitely still hard. 

* * * *

“Hey, I’m home” said Brad to Skip as he walked back into their now shared bedroom.

“Hi” said Skip, instinctively reaching out to Brad from the bed, pulling him into a hug. “Nice to have you back.”

“Wow, dick hard already?” 

“Yeah. Ah, kinda been that way for a while now. Gotta tell you why, though.” And then he recounted what he had seen. Not necessarily in a sexual way, although he could admit to himself that not only was his cock hard from what he’d seen, but that the vision was one that he was would never forget. No, he shared it more as a way to inform Brad, whom he knew had been becoming more and more curious about his dad’s recently announced sexuality. Being gay had suddenly become the normal for this house, but there was still a lot that the boys were trying to figure out, both about themselves, Steve, and even Andy. 

“Wow, so dad’s the bottom? Did they do anything else?”

“Well, he was bottoming then, and, well, he looked like a total fucking cumpig. You should have seen how he took Jack’s load. Man, I hope you’re ok with me saying this, but your dad is hot. And, then, Jack….. Jesus.”

“Nah, it’s cool - he is hot. What, you get turned on by my dad, huh?”  He didn’t mean it accusingly. He knew his dad was sexy. 

“Dude, look at him. He’s one of the first guys that made me realise I like guys. And, you, of course” he added earnestly and appropriately.  “The man is fucking ripped. Look, after seeing that fucking horse dick between his legs, it’s gonna be hard to not see that, you know?” 

Brad’s head was spinning a bit. He was an 18 year old who knew what a hot bod could do to a guy. Plus, newly turned on to gay sex, he and Brad were constantly turned on and fucking. And, on top of that, he was getting used to his dad being both gay and sexual. He knew his dad was hot, but now he was feeling that his dad was hot - a very different thing to just thinking it. 

As for Jack, for Brad that was a no brainer - he knew he liked guys like that.  In fact, Jack was exactly the kind of guy he’d jerked off to before he and Skip connected. But, suddenly, hearing about the sex he and his dad were having, knowing that it wasn’t some academic thing but instead it was guttural, raw and super sexual, his idea of his own dad started to shift. And that idea started to give him a hardon. 

“Ah, looks like we’ve both had a reaction” said Skip. 

Blushing a little, Brad smirked. “Yeah. But, I’m not necessarily hard for dad, just, you know the idea” he lied. 

“Sure, dude. The idea.  Come here, I think I can take care of that idea for you” said Skip, as he pulled Brad onto him, leaning in for a deep kiss as the start of what he knew was going to be a crazy and messy fuck. As they started, both boys knew that they definitely wanted to see more, Skip for a second time, and Brad for the first. 

* * * *

Jack and Steve had finished both their workout and their gym fuck session, spent from both. They now lay by the pool, waiting for the boys to show so they could have a late dinner.  From their position by the pool, which wasn’t too far from the boys’ room, they were both aware of the sounds the boys were making, clearly in the middle of their own fuck session. 

“Damn, Skip and Brad are really going for it” said Jack. 

“Ha. Sure does sound like it” said Steve. 

“And looks like your dick can hear it, too….” Jack said. 

“Well, Skip’s a hot guy. I’ll admit it’s kinda hot.”

“Ah, dude, your son’s also a top tier stud. That kid is seriously built for a kid his age. Sorry if this is weird, but imagining the two of them fucking does brings up some pretty wild images.”

Steve looked over at Jack, both in admiration of his sense of freedom at saying such things, but also warily. After all, it was still early days for them, despite how they felt about each other. And they were, after all, talking about how hot his son was, all while hearing the sounds of his son either taking or giving dick. 

“Dude, relax. I know it’s weird. But, you know, it’s also kinda not. He’s hot, you’re both gay. Only natural to have these thoughts. Now, acting on them is another thing. No one’s suggesting that. Just a hot image, nothing more.”

“Of course, you’re totally right. And Steve shared with Jack what he had seen when stumbling across Brad and Skip in the gym. Not lewdly, just getting him up to speed. Still, there was enough detail that Jack had clearly gotten worked up, his boner tenting his shorts and his hand lightly stroking it.

“Fuck. Ok, that’s kinda getting me a little crazy. Sorry, dude. I know we’re talking about your son, but come on, thinking about them fucking where we just fucked - wow.  Maybe we should talk about something else, otherwise I’m gonna wanna fuck right here!”

Steve knew what he was doing. His own rod was hard. And he could see Jack looking at it. 

“Ha. Of course.  Let’s get some food going. It’s getting late and no doubt those boys will be as hungry as we are.”

* * * *

An hour later the four of them were sitting at the kitchen table, eating and talking. There was a great camaraderie in the air, directly as a result of what was becoming freer and more comfortable sexual expression. But, no doubt, there was also an increasing sexual tension, and they could all feel it. At this point, Steve and Skip had seen full blown action, enough to be generating serious replays in their minds.  Meanwhile, Brad’s and Jack’s minds were in overdrive creating fantasies based on what they’d heard.  

To try and keep things normal, they talked about wrestling and working out, plans for summer, and the boys’ upcoming starts at college. Jack shared his own recent college experience and early teaching career, and the new job he was taking at the end of summer, as a teacher at the local high school. 

“No way, really? That’s cool. Shame we aren’t there when you are.”

“Well, you’ll have to tell me who to look out for” said Jack, leaving no doubt what he intended. 

There was definitely some shifting around in seats at that point, the idea of hot high school sex filling the air. Steve, his own cock rock hard at this point and beads of sweat starting to appear on his forehead, tried to steer the conversation to some other topic, but the boys cut him off abruptly. 

“Well, there’s Johan Michaelson. He’s a major stud - guy’s bod is wild. He’s lean, but just fucking perfection.  Oh, and his bestie Eric Marino.  Man, can only imagine if those two ever got together” said Brad, clearly flustered at the idea. 

“Hehe, sounds like there’s some hot dudes at the school. I, of course, will be highly professional. But, hey, good to know there’s some eye candy to look at.”

Steve looked at his new fuck buddy, completely unable to read whether he was full of shit or actually telling the truth. Surprisingly, he found himself imagining (and hoping) for the former. The idea of this dude getting it on with either Johan or Eric, kids he knew, got his crotch humming. 

Skip and Brad at this point were clearly pretty flustered, both spilling out names of hot guys at school, all while shifting around in their seats. Curiously, Brad even threw out a couple of the teachers’ names.  Steve knew it must have also come with a tinge of sadness, knowing that they’d missed the opportunity to hook up with the other students, that they’d now forever be the stuff of just fantasy.  Yeah, they seemed happy enough with each other, but surely at some point they’d want to explore their newfound sexualities with other guys….?

* * * *

Dinner over, they were all in the living room, watching some mindless TV. The talk of sex hadn’t left the air, and as each of the couples sat together on different couches, thoughts for all of them continued to drift back to the other couple fucking, thoughts of the hot guys at school fucking, and Jack plowing his way through each of the young studs as he made his way through the school year. Needless to say, despite their best efforts, hard cocks started to show through their skimpy summer clothing. 

Jack, laying back on Steve on the couch, was the first to half turn so that he was more snuggled up to his lover’s side, in order to hide his hard dick. Steve appreciated the move, as it also meant that his own hard dick, which had been pressing into Jack’s back, was now freed from being squashed. But, of course, lying to Steve’s side like this, that hard cock was now in Jack’s reach while still out of the boys’ view. Jack thought of making a play, given he couldn’t be seen, but thought he shouldn’t. If something happened, he’d leave it up to Steve to initiate. After all it was his house and his family. 

Meanwhile, Brad and Skip, on the other couch, were both sitting upright with their knees up. This was the only way they could sit to hide their hardons. They both wanted to leave to fuck, but they also wanted to keep hanging out with Steve and Jack, aware that the atmosphere had changed to one that was sexually charged. And that charge was hitting somewhere deep. Still, they were horny 18 year olds who thought it was darker in the room than it actually was.  Brad was the first to reach over behind the privacy that their legs provided to touch Skip’s cock. He figured, or at least hoped, it would just look like he was stroking his boyfriend’s thigh. Besides, he was pretty sure his dad wasn’t looking. 

Except, he was. Steve was still thinking rationally like a father, but something more primal was also in his brain. He reached down for Jack’s hand and moved it to his cock, placing it on the nylon of the thin running shorts, his jock the only thing keeping his cock from tenting out too far. Jack didn’t need any encouragement, and started lightly tracing his fingers along the head and shaft, ostensibly watching TV but in reality feeling his lover’s heart beat and breathing both begin to increase. 

Skip felt the hand on his dick, making him nervous at first, but also unable to stop it. His cock was still painfully sore after what he’d seen and all the talk of sex, despite cumming twice that evening with Brad. Even though they’d fucked each other before dinner, he still had the hormones of an 18 year old, which could make the need to fuck completely consuming. He spread his legs slightly to give Brad more room, which Brad instantly took advantage of. In this position Brad was able to fully hold the shaft, using the fabric of the shorts to stroke the cock up and down. 

Meanwhile, Steve was enjoying the same sensation. The breathing in the room, and the lack of conversation, eventually made it clear to everyone what was going on. Steve was surprised to find that he didn’t really care anymore. This was hot, his son was clearly ok with it, and Jack was starting to drive him wild. In the back of his mind he was still a little concerned about Jack. How will did he really know this guy? But, the excitement drowned out those concerns. Besides, his instincts told him the guy was good. 

If this was to go any further, it would need to come from Steve. Everyone in the house looked to him as the lead. So, nervously but excitedly, he moved enough so that Jack could lower his shorts. Not too far, just enough for his cock to be released. He listened for the sound and, sure enough, could hear movement as the boys took advantage of the situation - both widening their legs even more so that they could jerk each other off.  

Steve looked over discreetly at his son and Skip. He could see from their arms moving that they were still stroking each others’ cocks, which were still hidden from view. And they were looking directly at Steve and Jack. While there weren’t any cocks in view, it was clear to everyone what was going on, and the air was so electric it could have crackled.  The three jerking hands increased their stroking, almost falling in sync as they rubbed, jerked and stroked the hardened dicks. Jack was then also rubbing his own cock with his right hand - not comfortably, but enough that he emitted a small moan.  All four men were now breathing raggedly; still trying to hold back a completely open group circle jerk, but nonetheless getting into it.  

Not surprisingly, this didn’t last long. In a few minutes, Steve started to feel his balls tense and swell.  He could see the boys getting more and more squirmy. And then it happened. A second before his cock exploded, Steve grabbed the back of Jack’s head and forced his mouth over it so he could shoot it in there and not make a mess. Jack obliged, swallowing the head as he felt his mouth fill with the hot jets of cum. The angle was weird, so he didn’t catch it all, but he tried. And, knowing he should not make a mess, he gulped, but couldn’t do it that quietly. Within seconds of tasting the hot cum on his tongue, and knowing what was happening just behind him on the other couch, he also lost control, his own hard cock shooting what felt like a flood of cum into his shorts. 

And so it continued for more than a minute, with Steve quietly groaning and Jack audibly gulping. In this time, Steve looked over at his son and Skip, and saw that they were both clearly cumming, panting as their arms moved fast to stroke their cocks.  They were also trying to be discreet but Steve noticed the odd jet here and there as it shot beyond their raised legs, one hitting Skip on the neck and another on Brad’s bicep. 

Once they’d calmed down, everyone was relaxed from their high. And then reality set in. They had all just jerked off and cum in front of each other, which no one could now deny. But which no one was publicly acknowledging. Again, Steve took the lead. Realising after a few minutes that it was probably safe, he reached up to turn off the TV, which reduced the light in the room, and announced “well, we’re going to bed now. Be sure to get the lights in the kitchen guys. See you in the morning”. 

He so desperately wanted to do more - but this was a major development, and he need to regroup in his mind. Besides, he needed to fuck hard, and now, and doing anything like that with the boys was still unthinkable. Everyone in the room sensed this shift, with Jack moving towards the door shouting goodnight over his shoulder, and the boys saying good night from the darkened living room, their cocks dribbling and behind their still raised legs.  

Within minutes, each of the couples had retired to their respective rooms for a majorly hard pounding, brains frazzled from the electric experience they’d all just shared. 

To be continued…….

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