Another Meetup

Jake was glad to have some alone time. The fathers had gone off fishing, while the sons were on their own to hang out together that morning. When Rob, Clint, and Kyle had gone down to swim, Jake decided to get his workout in. It wasn't like being at the gym, but he had a body resistance routine that he used to keep in shape.

As he alternated push-ups and dips on the deck, he felt a certain frustration ease from his body. It had been a great time so far, and Jake had enjoyed everything they'd done that first day with the three families all together. But something about the Carolina guys rubbed him the wrong way. Clint was all right he decided, but Steve seemed weirdly up-tight for a man who'd practically married his sons.

And then there was Rob. The guy didn't say much but it was like he was always judging Jake. And when he did speak it was always some witty quip or snarky comment. Jake felt like he'd seen that type in New York and it bugged him big time.

He was in the middle of holding a plank when he heard footsteps. As Jake looked up he saw Kyle there, his collegiate body damp and looking particularly good. Kyle had been a hot senior at the first meetup and now was really growing into his looks, Jake decided.

"I should be doing that," Kyle said with his normal affable tone. "You put me to shame, bro."

Jake smiled as he knelt up on the towel he'd laid out. "Believe me, it's so tempting to skip a workout," Jake said. "Where are the Olympic swimmers?" he joked.

"Still out there," Kyle said. He plopped down on the railing bench, nearer to Jake. "Can I ask if something's bothering you, bro? You've been quiet this morning."

Jake almost made up some fib, but this was Kyle he was talking to. He really liked the younger Jensen and felt he could come clean. "It's that Rob guy. He's a douche."

Kyle nodded, expecting something like this. "Bro, maybe I shouldn't say this, but he's said pretty much the same thing about you."

"What do you want me to do?" Jake said defensively. "I'm not trying to spoil anyone's fun, but it's like our dads expect us to magically get along."

"Well, I'm not expecting you to do anything, Jake. Honest. But I like those guys fine, and I hope that's not a problem."

Jake felt contrite. He wasn't trying to be an ass, especially not to Kyle. "Shit, Kyle, this is my hang up, I guess, it's not about you. Have as much fun with those guys as you like."

Kyle sat down and thought for a second. "You know, if I'm guessing, I'd say Rob's just jealous, man."

Jake seemed surprised by the suggestion, but Kyle continued. "He's clearly into my dad, big time, and you know how crushed out Dad is on you, bro."

Jake smiled, softened by the compliment. "No more than mine is on you," he replied.

"Exactly," Kyle said. "We have this thing between our families that just works. And these guys come in and I guess everyone's figuring out where the newcomers fit in."

"I guess," Jake said defeatedly. Then, "It's more than that though.... I guess I don't see myself like those guys, being with a man romantically."

Kyle now understood why Jake had been so moody. "Man, what you and your dad have going on is so great... it's like you get the best of both worlds, bro." Kyle was envious even. He'd come out to a couple of friends but had a hard time reconciling the private thrill he had with his dad and the public isolation around being gay. "You get your girlfriend and all that and you also get some fun time with your dad."

Jake shrugged. "It is pretty amazing. I sometimes wonder how long we'll keep this up, but it's fun as hell."

Kyle's pep talk had helped Jake's mood and when the brothers returned, he made an effort to be less pouty. And when Kyle got up to make lunch and Clint volunteered to help, that left just Jake and Rob out on the deck.

"You and Kyle seem like pretty good friends," he observed to Jake while watching the 18-year-old walk into the cabin.

Jake nodded. "We met just a year and a half ago, at our first meetup," he said. "But we've stayed in touch pretty regularly since. He's a cool guy."

"Yeah," Rob agreed. "It's great to meet other guys with our experience," he said thoughtfully. "Pretty mind-blowing actually."

"It is," Jake said. "The first time it was more a horny thing for me, you know? But with Kyle I knew it was just a relief to have someone to share the secret."

Rob felt the weight of that secret. It was the only thing he hated about his relationship with his dad and brother. "You ever feel guilty?" he ventured.

"Yep, major guilt. I mean, I was dating a girl and had mind-blowing sex with my father. Hell, I'm still dating a girl and having mind-blowing sex with my father," he chuckled.

Rob grinned. "You still feel guilty?"

Jake shook his head. "Nah, not really. I guess I take after Dad. We each have our relationships, but also have our own thing, too."

"That's cool," Rob said. He thought back to his own experience dating guys but still able to get hard just thinking of sex with his father.

Jake felt his hostility to Rob recede. Maybe they wouldn't normally be buddies, but they had a special bond for sure. "You feel guilty about it?" he asked.

Rob pursed his lips. "It comes in waves. I guess I feel guilty for feeling guilty. I love Dad and Clint, too. And when I get that inner voice telling me it's wrong, I feel like I'm betraying them."

"I don't know what to say, man, it's so far out of my realm," Jake said. "But you guys seem pretty tight."

"We are," Rob smiled. He paused and got a sly look on his face. "And can I tell you something? I'm having mind-blowing sex pretty much every single day."

Jake laughed. "I hear ya, man."

Clint appeared with a couple of plates of sandwiches, and Kyle stepped out after him.

The guys ate lunch and shot the breeze for a while, before Clint asked, "What do you think our dads are talking about?"

"Fucking," Jake deadpanned, which made the guys laugh.

"They're probably discussing whether we're gonna swap this week," Kyle said. Throwing it out there.

Rob looked to both Jake and Kyle. "You guys would be OK with that?"

Jake nodded with a slight shrug. "It'd be cool if it happens. If not... well, Kyle and I have already done it."

"It's way hot," Kyle said with a checked eagerness. "Hotter than I expected."

"Yeah?" Clint asked, intrigued.

Kyle continued, "Oh yeah. I mean, it's great when you're there and you switch dads, watching your father do another guy, while you have sex with another dad."

"Wow, I bet," Rob said. He was starting to chub in his shorts.

The younger man grinned. "But this time we actually swapped for the whole night. Not knowing what Dad and Jake were doing in the other bedroom was pretty wild."

Jake nudged Kyle's calf with his leg. "I had a pretty good idea of what you and Dad were doing, bro," he teased.

Kyle blushed a little and turned to the other guys. "We kind of messed around last night. All four of us."

"Kind of got that vibe you would," Rob said. He nudged his brother's knee with his own. "Was just surprised Kiddo here didn't join you."

Clint got an annoyed expression. "Wasn't gonna do it without you and Dad, you know that, Rob. But damn, don't think I didn't want to."

"Maybe tonight," Rob said thoughtfully and ran his fingers lovingly along the short bristles of Clint's hair. "What did you guys get up to?" he asked Kyle and Jake.

"Bit of everything," Jake said.

"Gonna leave it to our imagination then," Rob grinned.

Jake laughed. "We switched off blowing each other. Ed rimmed me, then Dad fucked Kyle's dad while I fucked Kyle."

"Hot," Clint said. "You guys always do that when you're together?"

"It's only our second meetup," Kyle replied. "So we're still exploring. But yeah, we've covered a lot of bases, I guess."

"Guess we're cramping your fun, huh?" Rob said.

Jake was warming up to the guy. Maybe he'd mistaken Rob's conflicted emotions for standoffishness. "Nah. It's hot having another team here. And Dad and I can hook up with Ed and Kyle and be perfectly happy."

Kyle smiled at Jake's comments. He felt a real brotherly connection to the guy, and it was cool to hear him speak to the sexual connection between the two families. "Agreed. But if you guys wanted to join, that would be awesome."

"I do," Rob said with a clipped, guarded voice. "But... look, I spent my 20s out on the West Coast dating and hooking up and it was fun, but there was something missing, you know? And when I moved in with Dad and Clint, I found that something missing. Since then, none of us have had sex with anyone but each other."

"I respect that, man," Kyle said, feeling impressed with their commitment. He gave Jake a glance to see his reaction, but his friend didn't seem moved one way or another.

Rob ruffled Clint's hair. "I know Kiddo here is champing at the bit to spread his wings a little."

"It's not like that, bro," Clint objected.

"Sure it is, Kiddo," he said, spreading his legs to maximize the contact with Clint's thick thighs. He loved all of his brother's body, but those legs may be his favorite feature. "You didn't get the fun Dad and I had when I was younger." He looked back over at Kyle and Jake. "And let me tell you, this kid's sex drive is something else," he teased.

Jake laughed, looking at the hunky 25-year-old. "I bet." He leaned back and felt his dick press against the crotch of his shorts. "You guys feel like stroking off?"

"Thought we'd be saving it for our dads," Rob replied, in a tone that said he didn't mind the idea.

Jake shrugged. "We can edge. I'm pretty fucking horny."

"Me too," Kyle said, reaching down to unzip.

"I'm in," Clint agreed.

Rob watched his younger brother pull down his shorts and show off his big cock. "If we're gonna do this, let me get some lube," he said and got up to go inside. When he came back out the other three were naked and massaging their boners.

"We like to use this stuff to bate," Rob said as he dipped his fingers into a jar of Albolene and tossed the container to Clint, who slathered his dick and passed it along.

"Damn, this feels incredible," Jake hissed as he began to stroke his slicked tool.
Kyle greased up and they all started to stroke, slowly, teasingly as they chatted.

"So how does the threeway relationship thing work?" Kyle asked. He'd been real intrigued by the Carolina guys' arrangement.

Clint stoked, feeding off the excitement of talking about his family, particularly while starting a circle jerk. "Rob and I each have a relationship with Dad and most of the time the sex is one on one. We don't have a strict schedule, but we kind of take turns." It felt a relief to be open about their relationship.

Rob nodded, releasing his prick and letting it jerk in a steady position between his legs. "And the Kid and I like to find plenty of brother-on-brother time, you know?"

Kyle's dick surged in his fist at the idea. "Wow, just hearing you talk about it is a turnon."

Rob grinned, fingering his balls. "Guess I shouldn't tell you about the times it's all three of us in the master bed then?" he kidded.

"Please do," Kyle laughed.

"Sounds like your dad is usually the top?" Jake asked.

Clint nodded, getting more turned on. "Oh yeah, he's really good at it, too." Then as he fisted his dick, he added, "God I love when Dad fucks me."

"Guess our dads aren't the only one talking about fucking," Rob smirked. Then, "Yeah, I'm pretty vers naturally, but with Dad, he tops most of the time. I'm cool with that and Kiddo damn sure is cool with it."

"I like it all, but prefer bottom. Like, a lot," Clint explained with a blush on his cute cheeks. "What about you guys?"

"I wanna fuck Dad bad. I've been trying to talk him into it," Jake replied. "But I guess for us, it's always gone the other way. Dad sucks me, though." Then remembering their BJ session the day before, he added, "Guess you know that already, huh?"

"What about you, Kyle?" Rob asked. Of the two other teams, he seemed most intrigued by Ed and Kyle, who seemed close and affectionate with one another even though Ed was still married.

"Until a year and a half ago, Dad was the one to service me or bottom. Like, he'd always go down on me whenever we had a chance... it was so frickin hot." Kyle leaned back and felt the sexual heat jerking with these guys. "Meeting Dave and Jake convinced me to try the other side."

"Why did you hold out? Your dad strictly bottom?" Rob asked.

"He's not." Kyle mulled it over. "I don't know why we waited to switch, to be honest. I definitely fantasized what it would be like to have Dad fuck me, but I couldn't admit to that myself. I guess I thought he'd think less of me."

"Even though he was taking your dick," Clint stated the obvious.

Kyle laughed, his boner feeling good in his slicked up fist. "Yeah, weird logic huh? Maybe because I knew I was gay and Dad, well, he had Mom. It's been life changing to get fucked, though. It's 50/50 with me and Dad, and it feels right, you know." He gave Jake a knowing glance. "Jake's dad was actually the man who took my cherry."

"For real?" Clint exclaimed.

Kyle nodded.

"Me too," Jake added. "When he and I get worked up, we talk about my first time."

"God yeah, that's hot," Rob grinned, jerking his dick again.

Clint was feeling his nuts pulse now from the sex talk. "Robbie here copped my cherry. Feel like I had the best to break me in."

His brother looked at Clint lovingly and said, "Dad was pretty damn skilled too, bro." He looked at Kyle and Jake and said, "Dad was the one who took my virginity, oral and anal. Kind of messed me up for other guys.... Not in a bad way, but Dad's way better in bed than most of the dudes in San Francisco."

"You think it's because he's your dad?" Kyle asked. He'd been wondering the same thing. How much the excitement of incest made the sex that much better with his dad. And wondering how much he, too, was spoiled for other men.

"Yes and no," Rob said. "Dad's really fucking good."

"He is," Clint agreed.

Kyle took his hand off his prick and exhaled a heavy breath. "Fuck, I hope something happens with us this week... I'd love to feel what it's like to have your Dad fuck me." He then turned to Jake and added, "Then have your dad go second."

Jake grinned. He had to let go of his dick, too, to keep from coming too soon. "Damn, Kyle, you're horned up aren't ya?"

Kyle nodded with a dumb grin and replied. "It's this week, bro. And being around all of you guys."

"How long till our dads get back?" Rob joked, now relinquishing his own large, grease-up erection and letting it ride up between his spread hairy thighs.

****

The fathers came back in the early afternoon with a decent catch in their cooler and after cleaning the fish, they took their turns showering off. Steve had barely soaped up when the shower curtain opened and Clint stepped in, a rigid cock leading the way.

"Hey Sport," Steve laughed. "Gonna shower with your dad, like old times?"

Clint nodded. "I'm pretty horny." He stepped in and reached out to touch his father's burly chest, feeling where the hard bulk met Steve's girthier middle. Clint loved this, every inch of his dad's body. Steve now was older and bulkier than when they first had sex, seven years ago. But the ability to see his father age always thrilled Clint.

Steve's dick surged in several jerks, getting harder against Clint's body as they met for a kiss. He couldn't help but touch his son's naked body. Strong, football strong still, with an amazingly round, hard ass.

"I could fuck you right now," the dad growled as he leaned back to look at Clint's cute, boy next door face. "But I told the other dads maybe we'd do some swapping this afternoon."

Clint's face lit up. "Yeah? That'd be incredible, Dad."

Steve smiled. "Want to make sure you're up for it, Sport."

"You know I am. Robbie, too. We were talking while you guys were out... about how awesome it would be."

Steve nodded and pulled his hand to slather it with shower gel. "Turn around, buddy," he growled softly.

Clint did, a horny look on his face as he showed off his muscular backside and prize-winning ass to his dad. Then he felt the slick, soapy fingers wedge into his crack and start pressing against his hole.

"Fuck," Clint hissed.

"Just because I'm not fucking you now doesn't mean I can get us both worked up."

Clint leaned against the shower wall and felt the water cascade over his back as his dad's thick digits fingered his hole.

****

Dave was the last to shower and he stepped out onto the deck, wearing just a pair of boxer briefs that clung to his DILF body and contrasted with his hairy chest and abdomen.

He hadn't had a chance before to get a good look at these men's bodies. But the men were all displayed for him in just casual shorts or underwear. Rob was hot, for sure. Not perfect like Jake, but he had a gym-toned body, with a flat abdomen and nice legs. Clint's body, on the other hand, looked even meatier semi-naked, with bulging arms and a broad back tapering down to a very round, powerful ass. Neither man was hairy, but Clint's upper body was still mostly smooth, except for a light brown treasure trail and some light hairs around his wide, pink-brown nipples.

Ed looked up with a grin. He was wearing the Syracuse shorts that were his unofficial uniform for the week. A noticeable piece of hard dick tented them. "We were just talking, Dave. These guys are on board." The beefy man seemed almost giddy with excitement.

"Yeah?" Dave looked over at Steve, who nodded with an even bigger grin. "You still want to run the first round?"

"I got a bottle right here," Steve said as he held up his longneck bottle and swigged the last of his beer.

"We haven't shown you the upstairs yet," Dave said cryptically.

"What goes on upstairs?" Clint asked.

"It's the group room," Dave replied.

"Hot," the ex-footballer grinned.

Rob looked to his father hopefully. "What are we doing, Dad?" he asked.

Steve looked around all the men, particularly the sons, and explained, "I first kissed another guy when I was 14, playing Spin the Bottle. I thought that might be a good way to break the ice."

Ed stepped from the deck rail he was leaning on. "Lead the way, man. I'm so horny, and I'm pretty sure our boys are, too." He stepped up to Kyle and gently massaged his son's bare shoulders.

There was a palpable sense of anticipation as the men went upstairs and filed into the open area.

"Whoa!" Clint exclaimed at the open room and the air mattresses laid out.

"Quite the set up you got, man," Steve said, his baritone Southern voice booming as he stepped in.

"Hope we get some more use for it this week," Dave replied.

The men sat in a circle, and Dave made the suggestion they not sit paired up dad-son. Not that it mattered, the bottle would make their pairings random.

Steve went first, stepping up toward the center and spinning the longneck. The bottle spun and pointed toward Rob.

"You can spin again," Ed offered.

Steve shook his head. "Nah, if dads get paired with sons, that's hot, too, right?"

"Definitely," Dave said. He enjoyed watching Rob step up to Steve and meet his father in a kiss. It was surprisingly tender and slow, a real make out kiss.

"Fuck, Dad," Rob whispered in a voice the other men could hear. "You get me so hard whenever you kiss me."

Steve winked. "Not tough to do, buddy. You're a walking hardon."

Rob chuckled. "Guess so." As he watched his father scoot back to the circle, he realized it was his turn. The first spin pointed the bottle straight back to himself, so he took another spin. It landed squarely on Jake.

That made Rob gulp. There had definitely been tension between him and Jake. Of all people for the bottle to land on, this was the option he was least thrilled about. And he could read it in Jake's face. A flash of hesitation before Jake got an impish grin and scooted forward.

The dude had one awesome body, Rob decided. Like Instagram-model hot. Maybe that's one reason Rob distrusted the guy. But as Jake got closer, he reached up and softly touched Rob's lightly hairy forearm and whispered real low, "This will be fun, bro."

And like that Jake's lips were on his. Maybe it was the tension between them, but the hostility was pouring between them and fueling a pure lust. Rob's first kiss outside of his relationship with Dad and Clint and it had to be this douchebag. Only this douchebag was turning him on, like mad. His own hands pawed at that perfect, toned muscle and his tongue slipped forward into Jake's soft mouth.

"Goddamn, guys," Ed growled. "That's hot."

Kyle grinned watching the make out session between the two twenty-somethings. He should have realized there was sexual tension between the two.

It was Jake who finally pulled back from the extended kiss. A grin on his face, but some surprise too. His hardon was thick and heavy in his shorts. "You're a good kisser, bro," he said softly.

"You too," Rob smiled. He gave Jake's muscle one final squeeze then stepped back to his position in the circle.

Jake looked around. He was worked up now and eager to make out with any of the men watching him.

Clint was the lucky man. He wasn't hesitant like his brother. Once the bottle pointed to him, or nearer to him than to anyone else, he bounded up from his knelt position and came to meet Jake.

Steve knew his son was eager to play beyond their threesome but watching Clint's eagerness in kissing Jake confirmed it. It was a heated, sexual kiss, and Clint took even more liberty feeling up Jake's body. Jake was doing the same, until he finally pulled back from Clint's hungry mouth and muttered, "hot, bro" and scooted back to the circle.

Clint was crazy horny and he looked at his Dad and at Rob for some confirmation this was all OK. He got nods, which reassured him.

Then Rob spoke up. "Why don't we make this more interesting and lose the shorts?" His own were soaked with a spot of precum anyway.

Ed slipped his off first, but the other men weren't far behind him. One by one the men in the circle stripped naked, and Clint particularly felt on display as he peeled his compression shorts down.

"Damn that's a big cock," Ed sighed. "You guys all have huge ones."

Steve gave his tool a gentle stroke and ate up the compliment. "I'll have to admit I'm glad I was able to pass down the family inheritance to my boys," he smirked then let his huge dong stand free. "Though I'm pretty sure Clint's into everything you guys got going on. Isn't that right, buddy?"

"Fuck yes," the young man laughed. He gave his own large erection a stroke then reached down to the bottle. He couldn't wait any more.

It's hard to say whose smile was bigger when it finally stopped spinning: Clint's or Ed's.

The two weren't rushed in making out, but they didn't take their time either, getting closer until their faces connected for a deep kiss.

Ed pulled back and felt a surge of desire. He gave Clint a wink then turned to his father. "Permission to touch your boy's dick, Steve? Just for a feel. It's so beautiful."

Steve nodded, and Clint's whole body shook as he felt Ed's beefy paw touch then stroke his cock.

A dewy drop of Clint's precum smeared onto Ed's palm. The older man brought it to his mouth and licked it off. "Nice," he growled.

"All right, enough boys," Steve teased. Clint gave Ed a heavy gaze as he stepped back to the circle. Ed took a deep breath and let out a sigh as he spun the bottle for his turn. It landed on Dave.

"Bring it in, buddy," he bellowed to Dave, who was already approaching. He could tell when Ed was worked up - the flushed cheeks, the sweat-dewed muscle, the reddened hard cut piece between the cop's legs. So Dave wasn't surprised to feel the lust in their kiss. Before, when they'd kissed, it had already felt more like a buddy kiss. Now, Ed was practically sucking Dave's tongue into his hungry mouth and clinging to the trimmer, hairy DILF with a strong bear hold.

"Damn, man," Dave gasped as they broke their kiss. "I could fuck you right here."

Ed reached down and gave Dave's erection a strong tug. He loved Goldman's size, too. Not quite as porn-big as the Carolina guys but still pretty long and thick. "I'd love that, bud," he said. But he relinquished his hold and stepped back.

Dave got Kyle next and relished his chance to make it out with the college hottie.

Kyle got Steve, and his body broke into goosebumps as the fifty-something stud father kissed him. "I believe you're dripping on my belly, son," he joked as he stepped back and looked down at the trail of clear precum that Kyle had left.

Steve got Dave and was surprised how much he was into kissing another dad with the sons watching. He'd been so focused on Kyle and Jake and his own boys, he hadn't even anticipated sex with Ed and Dave. But if it turned out that way... yeah, he'd be up for it.

Dave got Clint and while not trying to cross any boundaries did feel along the ex-linebacker's sides to cup that meaty ass for a second.

Clint got his brother, and all the men enjoyed watching them put on a show, first making out then feeling each other up, then reaching down to grip their boners.

The kisses continued until every dad had kissed all the sons at least once, when Rob got Ed.

Rob seemed particularly flustered as he broke the kiss with the man. "God, Dad, this is torture..." he said.

Steve felt ready to shift the rules of the game. He thought of asking Rob and Clint to make sure he was OK with escalating this, but he had a good idea his sons were ready... the youngest even readier than Rob. Besides, Steve almost didn't want to give his boys an out. He wanted to fool around with Jake or Kyle, bad.

"Ed," he said as the beefy man got ready to take his turn. "What do you think of upping the stakes?"

Ed gave an excited grin to the other father. "You know I'm A-OK with that. What are you thinking?"

Steve looked around, taking a certain pleasure in being the MC for this part of the week. "Whoever the bottle points to has to blow the man whose turn it is."

"Just a quick suck?" Dave asked for clarification. The idea turned him on like mad. Maybe it was the randomness of the sexual pairings.

Steve shook his head. "Nope. To completion. The man sucked off has to leave the circle after, and it's the sucker's turn."

"Cool," Jake grinned. "You gonna get me, Ed?" he asked Kyle's dad with a laidback flirtiness.

Ed smirked. "You know I'd be thrilled to, stud... we'll see." With that he gave the bottle an extra hard spin, and the men all watched as it twirled then slowed down to finally point to Rob.

"Hot damn," Rob said. Of the two dads not his own, Ed pushed his buttons the most. Beefy like his own father, but smoother and paler complected. The man's chest and stomach were a creamy mass of male bulk.

Ed smiled and stood up, his erection poking up excitedly. He watched as Rob crouched in front of him. The late 20-something guy was good looking, real good looking. Not Jake Goldman perfection, but Ed had spent the last 24 hours imagining doing something with the elder son of Steve's. Now it was gonna happen.

Rob looked over at Steve then Clint with a nervousness, but also a sexual thrill, too. This was going to be Rob's first time with another man since moving back home. And both his father and brother were going to watch.

"Go for it, buddy," Steve urged, reading his son's emotions.

Rob nodded and leaned forward, licking up Ed's rigid tool.

"Oh fuck!" the older man grunted. His eyes were on Rob, watching the younger guy lick and then suck his tool. Once those lips descended onto his dick, Ed looked up, seeing the eyes on the coupling. Dave, Jake... and his own son's, watching him get serviced. Hottest though was seeing Steve and Clint, the clear excitement they were feeling in this primal act of voyeurism.

Especially now that Rob was just going for it. Bobbing his head, sucking Ed like a pro. The big man grunted in almost a whimper, "Not gonna last long guys, I'm afraid."

Rob didn't slow, and Ed didn't hold back. The orgasm lasted a surprisingly long time, waves of pleasured plateauing and crashing as he spurted heavy spurts of daddy seed into Rob's eager sucking throat.

Rob had a look of accomplishment when he finally backed off. He knew he was very skilled at oral and took some delight in Ed's surprise.

"You liked that?" he teased.

"God yes," Ed said as he ran his fingers through Rob's hair in a quick and final gesture of appreciation. Looking back up, he added, "You're a lucky man, Steve. You too, Clint."

Rob stayed crouched as he watched Ed step aside. The older man might be out of the circle now, but he'd stay to watch on the sidelines.

The men were almost hushed now, and the bottle seemed louder as it spun, finally pointing to Kyle.

"Gotta pay you back for treating my dad right," the youngest of the sons said as he scooted into the middle. Rob decided to lean back so Kyle wasted no time in leaning over his lap to start licking him.

Rob felt a thrill of the first new mouth on his dick in a while. He looked at his dad and brother, then over at Ed who was sitting off to the side. Kyle's father, who eagerly watched his son go down on him.

"Damn this is hot," Rob grunted, feeling the excitement rush over him.

"Fuck yeah it is," Dave chimed in. He was gunning for Clint or Kyle now, though he knew it could be Jake or Steve.

The men watched excitedly as Kyle worked Rob up and finally coaxed a load from him. Jake was surprised to see how verbal a cummer Rob was. The handsome guy jerked his upper body and grunted loudly as he gave up his seed to Kyle's suctioning mouth.

"Wow," he said. "You're much better than I was at 19."

"I don't know about that, buddy," Steve laughed.

Rob grinned and leaned forward to give Kyle a soft kiss as the younger man leaned up. He wasn't sure if that was against the rules and he didn't want to be unfaithful to his partners, but he wanted to show Kyle he was appreciative for the blow job.

The remaining men drew their circle tighter, and their eye contact made their naked bodies feel even closer.

Kyle spun the bottle now, his heart pounding. His dad was already on the sidelines, so he knew he'd be paired up with a man from another team. He couldn't wait. The bottle pointed to Steve, who got a big grin and sauntered toward the middle, where Kyle's hot collegiate body was ready to receive a kiss and an exploratory touch. They made out for a quick minute, then Kyle got a blow job from Steve. Steve was into the novelty of sucking an uncut dick. And something about the beefy older man really turned Kyle on. Maybe in a different way than Dave Goldman but Kyle was cumming very quickly into Steve's mouth.

Steve leaned up, proud of how quickly he'd gotten Kyle off. He had to admit that Dave and Ed were right. This was an incredible rush swapping like this. And if it was this hot doing oral, Steve had to imagine the feeling would be more intense when and if they all went further.

Even now, he felt his large erection - the longest in the room - stick up more rigidly than he could recall in a long time. Just three other men left in the circle... Jake, Clint, and Dave, who'd rearranged their positions to be evenly spaced out. Steve still had Kyle's seed on his mouth as he placed his hand on the bottle. He inwardly hoped he'd get Jake. Not that Jake's Dad wasn't an attractive man. And not that he'd ever think sex with his own son was anything less than amazing. But this week offered the chance for something else besides family time.

The bottle spun and pointed toward Dave.

"Looks like you got me, buddy," Dave grinned, reading Steve's thoughts. In his shoes he would have been a little disappointed, too, but Dave was in a great mood knowing he was guaranteed one of the two sons. "Jake says I'm getting better at giving head," he added crudely.

Clint looked over at Jake, who just grinned and showed off his hardon. Clint wished at that point he could experience Dave going down on him.

But it was pretty hot watching the DILF businessman go down on his father. Of Steve's two sons, Robbie had the finesse and technique, and Clint had the enthusiasm. Dave was somewhere in between. He couldn't fit all of Steve's massive boner in his mouth but he focused on the part he could take.

It worked for Steve. Particularly with Clint's eyes on him, and Dave's own son watching.

"Damn, your dad is a good cocksucker," he growled as his eyes fixated on Jake, imagining what that hot finance bro's mouth would feel like on his dick. Maybe he was channeling Dave in his aggressive talk just then, but he'd been listening to the man all morning out on the lake, talking crudely, and Steve figured Dave could use a bit of his own medicine.

While Steve would have loved to have Jake go down on him, the other father was better at this than he expected. Not working him up too quickly, almost edging Steve by applying some tongue work to the balls and lower shaft. Finally, Dave went back up to suck Steve's huge dong back in.

"Shit... that's it buddy..." Steve growled, now touching the back of Dave's head to guide him down. "Suck my cock."

Dave doubled his efforts, feeling up Steve's thick thighs. The man wasn't trim like Dave but he was big - and solid. And the heavy tree-trunk thighs quivered as Steve's prick started spurting its hot, salty seed into Dave's sucking mouth.

Dave moaned excitedly. Knowing Jake was watching. Steve's sons, too. He slurped the dribbles as he pulled off the giant phallus.

"My turn," Dave gasped hoarsely, wild with lust.

Steve chuckled and stepped back to let Dave spin the bottle. The first spin landed square between Jake and Clint, so he spun again.

If Dave was disappointed to be paired up with another dad, he got compensated when the second spin pointed right at Clint.

Having had to watch four blowjobs already, Clint was worked up and even more eager than Dave. He bounded toward the older man and met him for a deep kiss. Dave grunted in horny surprise as he felt the ex-jock's tongue press into his mouth and the strong young hands run up Dave's flank. Dave's tongue battled back instinctively, and his palms reached down to cum Clint's amazing ass. Fuck, he wanted to tap it in the worst way

They were going farther than any other pairs so far, but no one was objecting. Maybe all the men were equally turned on, Dave thought, even if they've already nutted. Still, Dave broke the kiss and took a second to examine Clint's face. He looked like a Southern ex-jock all right, cute face that contrasted with the incredible thickness of Clint's 25-year-old body, blond-tinged light brown hair, dimpled cheeks, bright smile.

"You enjoy feeling another daddy?" Dave grunted, as Clint's hands now more openly explored Dave's chest.

"Yes, sir, Dave," Clint smiled, his cock rock hard and dripping. His sea-blue eyes returned the intent, sexual gaze of Dave's brown eyes.

Dave voice got soft and gravely. Horny. "Then get down and suck my dick."

Steve wasn't sure he liked Dave talking to his son like this. He knew he didn't like it, in fact. The only thing that kept him from objecting was seeing how clearly OK Clint was with it. His son was completely turned on ads he gave Dave another quick kiss then knelt down.

"Go, bro!" Rob cried out as he watched his little brother go to work. Clint was doing his special trick, a long stroke deep throat up and down Dave's turgid prick. Dad had nicknamed it the sword swallowing act, and both men had experienced before. But Dave was hung about an inch shorter than his partners. It was a real nice tool still, but the change in size gave Clint to really go for it, giving lewd slurping mouth strokes that would have looked slutty if Clint weren't such a hot, muscled dude.

"Wow," Kyle gasped. He was officially hard again, completely hard after being chubbed watching the action. Looking around he saw the other men in a similar state.

Dave didn't announce his orgasm. He was too taken by surprise. By Clint's wild BJ and by how quickly it got him off. His cum spurted hard and heavy into the young man's throat, worked up to a full amount by the extended wait.

Clint may have mastered the deep throat trick, but it made his throat more vulnerable to Dave's oversized load and he choked on it and sputtered a second around the big cock, until he could back off and swallow properly and catch his breath.

"OK, stud?" Dave asked, feeling turned on, satisfied, and concerned at once. With a thumb he wiped away a stray tear forming from Clint's eye.

Steve was glad to see the paternal gesture. And, admittedly, he had a hardon imagining Clint doing that to him next time.

"Yeah," Clint nodded, his voice still gurgling as he felt a mixture of pride and embarrassment for having stumbled at the end.

"That was incredible," Dave assured him. He looked up at his son. "You ready, Jake?"

Jake was. He was already approaching the men, knowing it was Clint's turn to get blown next and his turn to do the blowing.

First, he wanted to claim another kiss from his father, in front of the other men. "That was hot, Dad," he whispered.

Dave winked and gave Jake's hip a pat before stepping aside.

Clint's hardon had gone down some, but he was taken by surprise that Jake didn't go right for sucking.

"Lay down," Jake urged with a wink that matched his father's.

Clint thought maybe Jake would blow him in that position, so he lay on the air mattress. He watched as hunky, perfectly built Jake knelt on the mattress then crawled on top of Clint.

The ex-jock's hardon returned, almost instantly, as he felt Jake's buff, hot body on top of his and the finance bro's lips meet his. Jake had watched five blowjobs and now wanted more. More physical contact, more making out. He wanted to put on a show for the men.

"Jesus," Ed grunted at the sight. "I'm so hard... feel like I could go again right now."

Steve looked over and nodded. He was by now completely feeding off the energy of the team meetup and the son-swapping. "I hear ya, Ed. But let's save it for later."

Ed nodded. "Yeah, I know. But, fuck!"

Fuck, indeed, Rob thought as he watched Jake writhe against his younger brother. He wondered if that's what his Dad saw when the two brothers put on a show for him. Maybe, though Rob knew every man had his own style when it came to sex. Jake was less romantic than he was, more purely sexual humping. But damned if Clint wasn't getting into it. Rather than jealous, Rob felt excited and happy for his younger brother.

Now Jake had Clint's bulging arm pinned up behind his head and was feasting at the beefy guy's pit. That drove Clint absolutely wild. His back arched instinctively and he tossed his head back momentarily in pleasure.

"Oh fuck!" he cried. Clint felt an excitement build in him. It was partly the tease of foreplay from the spin the bottle game... the kisses and the blowjobs... but it was also the anticipation of this whole meetup. The flight up, the ride, the first day, and now here he was, sucking another man's cock before that man's son was going to do him.

Clint looked over his father and brother with a pleading gaze. "Dad... Rob... is it OK if I let him fuck me? I'm so horny right now."

There was a quick silence in the room. Jake even stopped his pit licking and looked over.

Then Steve's deep voice, in a quiet horny tone: "If that's what you want, son. That's OK with me."

Rob was equally turned on. "OK with me, too, Kiddo." In his mind it would have been one of the dads to tap his little brother's ass. At the start of the day, Jake would have been the last guy he'd want to see with Clint. But the game had taken a life of its own.

Jake gave Clint a heavier kiss now. If not romantic, then passionate. A we're-gonna-fuck kiss. Then he pulled off and reached over for the lubricant.

"You're experienced at this right?" Jake confirmed as his hand reached down between Clint's spread tree-trunk thighs. That ass was real meaty and Jake enjoyed wiggling his finger to find the target, a soft but tight pucker.

"Bro's a pro," Rob answered. "Just take it easy on him, OK, Jake?"

Jake looked over with a grin. Something about Rob's protectiveness touched him. It was like a dad's but different. "You got it, man. We're both gonna enjoy this. Hopefully you guys will too."

Kyle enjoyed seeing how much Jake was running the show. He had more of Dave's take-charge nature in him, the college teen decided. Kyle felt his own dick jerk in excitement as he watched Jake finger Clint and Clint go wild at the skilled action. Kyle realized then that Jake knew one thing that made the meetups so incredibly hot. It was the display of sex for each other.

Just then Kyle felt his father's arms circle around him. Ed had moved around to join his boy, unable to resist contact. As Kyle leaned back into the embrace, he felt the sticky wetness of his dad's hardon in the small of his back.

He looked over and Steve was assuming a similar position with Rob, wrapping those burly hairy arms around his eldest son as both looked on.

Jake grinned as he looked down on Clint's supine body. The stud was getting into it. "Yeah, that ass is hungry, isn't it?" he teased Clint.

The other stud just nodded. "God I need you to fuck me." Clint looked at Jake's cock. Heavy, thick, evenly shaped. Part of him felt bad for caving to his desires, but Clint had wanted this the previous night, a chance to tangle with the other guys. He was getting it now, as Jake took Clint's spread legs and lifted them onto his shoulders as he scooted up. He lined his prick up to Clint's pucker.

Clint was very excited and a little nervous. His father and brother were the only men who'd fucked him before. They'd fucked him a lot over the years, a hell of a lot, and Clint loved it. Sometimes couldn't get enough. But he'd always wondered what another man would feel like. A man like Jake. Or Dave. Or Ed. Even Kyle. These guys were all hot, and the fact they had relationships with each other fed Clint's lust.

He looked over at Robbie. He didn't want to hurt his brother or make him jealous. The man who'd taken Clint's cherry years ago. Now, Rob looked back at Clint with pure love. Even more than Clint knew himself, Rob knew how much his little bro wanted this.

Rob gave a silent nod. Encouraging. Loving. Brotherly. Horny.

Then Jake's hard dick breached Clint's hole.

"Fuck!" It was Ed who exclaimed in response first. He loved everything about Jake Goldman and loved watching him fuck. If anything the young man had gotten more skilled over the last year and a half.

Now that gym-shaped body was perfectly poised over Clint, steadily feeding the ex-jock a sizable piece of dick.

"Yes," Clint grunted, his eyes snapped back to look his top directly in the eye. Feeling Jake's big dick entering him, more easily than he'd expected, even, but Clint realized he was in a really-worked up state. His hands reached up and ran along the corded muscles in Jake's pumped arms - not as big or meaty as Clint's own but similar to Robbie's in shape and size.

More cock pressed into him. Deep now, and it made Clint's ass feel full, pleasurably full. "Fuck me!" Clint hissed, afraid he'd seem slutty in front of the other guys. But he couldn't help it. He'd been wanting sex. Fucking. And now Jake's cock was steadily pumping him, sending jolts of pleasure through his beefy body.

"God, your son is so hot, Steve." It was Dave, who could barely keep his eyes off the pairing.

Steve choked back a grunt of excitement. "Yours too," he replied. Why had they waited to try this?, he wondered. Clint was loving this, and Jake was, too, clearly. Taking a scan around - Kyle and Ed, Dave - they all were enthralled by the show. Rob was backing into Steve's dick, his hips maximizing the sensation of those toned ass cheeks against the dad cock.

Jake was now really getting into it, leaning forward to meet Clint in a heavy kiss as his cock pistoned in and out of that slick ass. The two adjusted their position, Clint's legs now wrapped around Jake's waist as the top pounded away and Clint held on tight.

This was primal, hot fucking, and low grunts filled the room, from the rutting couple and spectators alike.

Clint came first. Hands free, though the friction against Jake's furry belly helped set him off. A heavy spurt of seed quickly frothed up between their heaving bodies before another joined it, then another.

Jake was grunting in their kiss as he had his own orgasm, feeling Clint's amazing ass milk a heavy load from his balls.

The fuck took several seconds to ramp down in intensity, finally down to the slowest of pumps before Jake leaned up, flushed and sweaty, and withdrew his dick. Heavy still, but very satisfied.

"Thanks, man," he said to Clint, almost giddy with excitement. "That was hot as fuck."

"Yeah it was," Clint said, feeling the post-sex relaxation making his whole body tired. He lowered his legs to that air mattress, feeling the cum smeared on his beefy belly and chest and the raw wetness of his asshole. He was no longer embarrassed and no longer felt slutty.

Clint was just happy.