Claiming What's His
**All characters are over the age of 18**
Chet stirred from his midday nap when a rogue dragonfly landed on the bridge of his nose. He bolted upright, dripping sweat from lying in the beating sun on the wooden swimming platform. He’d almost forgotten that he, his cousin, and his husband had gone skinny-dipping. His eyes darted around in a panic looking for the other two. Where the fuck were Jonathan and Boone? Did they drown? His heart skipped a beat. No, no, both could swim just fine, and he would’ve heard that if it happened.
He scanned the water, tracing their path back towards where they’d first jumped in. He spotted movement and realized his husband and cousin were back at the truck. What were they doing? He slipped back into the water, welcoming the coolness after baking in the sun. He was a good swimmer and made it back to the edge rather quickly. He slowed as he got closer. There, Boone had Chet’s husband Jonathan on his truck’s tailgate. His cousin stood between his husband’s legs, rubbing lotion over his chest. It could’ve been innocent if not for the fact they were completely naked.
Chet’s blood boiled as Boone’s hands made their way down Jonathan’s slim torso, his thumbs disappearing under his taint. He nearly lost it when Jonathan rolled onto his back, legs in the air, and presenting himself to Boone. He wanted to flee, he wanted to drown, he wanted to beat the shit out of his cousin, he wanted to ditch Jonathan, but above it all, he wanted to watch his husband get fucked. He’d gotten shallow enough he could stand, the water coming up mid-thigh, his 8-inch cock dripping water and rock-hard.
Boone gripped Jonathan’s hips, yanking him closer until his ass pressed against Boone’s raging hard-on. The bulbous head nudged insistently, desperate to gain entrance. He growled into Jonathan’s ear as he spat into his palm, working the makeshift lube up and down his pulsing shaft. Jonathan whimpered softly, his hole already yielding to the building pressure.
“That’s right boy, open for me,” Boone snarled, pushing firmly without forcing. “I’m gonna make this pussy mine.”
The truck rocked slightly as Boone lined up, his tip breaching Jonathan’s hole with a burn that was quickly fading into bliss. Their eyes locked, Jonathan’s silently pleading for more, for Boone to ram his fat cock inside him – but then, loud splashes made them both snap their faces to the pond. There, Chet emerged from the water, a charged, dripping thunderbolt.
“What the fuck is this?” Chet’s voice sliced through the humidity like a knife.
Chet stood two feet from the tailgate, his fists clenched tightly and nostrils flaring as he took in the scene: his naked husband flat on his back in the truck bed with his equally naked cousin between his legs, one of Boone’s nine inches already invading Jonathan, Jonathan’s hole stretching more than he ever had for Chet. Boone froze, his cock twitching while holding Jonathan’s ankles. Jonathan’s heart hammered, caught between terror and the twisted thrill of his husband’s jealous stare fueling the fire.
As angry as Chet felt on the inside, he couldn’t hide his throbbing erection hanging heavy just below his waist. This was it – the moment he’d fantasized about ever since Jonathan, then his fiancé, was hit on by a hulking power lifter at their gym. He’d had countless dreams about walking into the locker room showers to find his husband bent over and impaled by the stranger, and now, it was all coming true.
Boone’s thick dick was lodged just inside Jonathan, stretching the hole that Chet had claimed countless times. His cousin stood as still as an oak tree, his bright gaze flashing with defiance and then uncertainty. Jonathan lay sprawled in the truck bed, legs hooked over Boone’s forearms, his lithe body flushed and trembling. Those green eyes darted between the two men, lips parted in a silent gasp, his cock leaking precum onto his stomach.
“Chet...” Jonathan breathed, voice cracking, but Boone cut him off by suddenly dropping his legs and pulling his dick out of him. Jonathan’s face crumpled in disappointment and something almost like a whine escaped his throat.
“Easy now,” Boone placated both married husbands. He stepped back fully, his enormous cock bobbing heavily. “Chet...I thought it was okay. But seems there needs some talkin’ ‘fore this goes any further. Didn’t mean to cross you none.”
Chet’s eyes left his husband and locked onto his cousin’s glistening shaft. He mapped every vein, every ridge, noted how his left nut hung a little lower, wondering how it would look fully buried in Jonathan’s greedy ass. He swallowed hard, fists clenching, torn between lunging forward to take back his husband or simply dropping to his knees right there on the gravel. Jealousy twisted like a knife but his arousal raged.
“That’s the smartest thing you’ve said in years,” Chet spat, stepping forward until he was mere inches from the tailgate and close enough that he could smell his cousin’s sweat. “That’s my man you were pokin’ at, Boone. Family or not, you don’t get to just slide in him like you own him. What the hell were you thinkin’?”
“Well, it was your man that says it’s all fine,” Boone retorted, drawing himself up to full height despite the insult.
“Baby, it’s not – we were just...” Jonathan sputtered, propping himself up on his elbows, knowing full well that for once he had zero excuses. However, seeing his husband’s fixation on Boone’s junk made him wonder how truly angry he was.
“Well, that’s half true...I – I do want this. But, goddammit, you’re not supposed to be sneakin’ around on me, Jonathan. This was something for us to do together,” Chet choked, nearly breaking out into tears, voice thick with unspoken emotion.
Jonathan’s heart pounded as he watched the conflicted expression on Chet’s face. He knew Chet was holding onto his anger by a thread, but he also recognized the subtle unclenching of his jaw and his fingers starting to flex. He was entirely right. This was supposed to be a shared thrill and not some tryst in secret. Jonathan slid off the tailgate and dropped to his knees on the sharp gravel, ignoring the bite against his skin. His hands reached for Chet’s hips, pulling him closer, caressing the backs of his thighs. Chet’s 8-inch rager twitched at this motion of submission.
“Chet, baby,” Jonathan whispered in a husky plea, eyes locking onto his husband’s as he leaned forward, tongue flicking out to trace the underside of Chet’s shaft. Chet didn’t stop him from taking the head into his mouth, sucking gently at first. He also couldn’t stop himself from letting out a moan of pleasure as Jonathan used his talented mouth to placate him. Chet’s anger gradually faded but lingered. Boone leaned against the truck, arms crossed over his broad, hairy chest, and sounded a wolf whistle.
“Looks like that’s feelin’ mighty good, cuz. I bet your boy’s got a downright sinful mouth,” Boone chuckled, relaxed now that Chet wasn’t going to try and fight him.
Chet’s breath hitched, his hands instinctively finding the back of Jonthan’s head, fingers full of his brown hair. His grip tightened as Jonathan took him completely with his shaft lodged down his throat. His cousin’s words, however, reignited him. He pulled away from Jonathan, eyes narrowing on Boone.
“Cut the shit, Boone. I know all about the ‘barn tour’. How you two snuck off after sending me to stock the coolers. He got a little taste then, didn’t he? And that picnic table blowjob Jonathan gave you in the middle of the night. I could hear your moans through the window. I bet y’all thought you were in the clear. But I saw it all,” Chet sneered. Jonathan froze, standing back up, a flush creeping up his neck. Boone’s smirk faltered for a split second, surprise flashing across his face before he retorted.
“Watched, huh? Well, shit, your man’s talented, ain’t no denyin’ it. Didn’t hide it from you on purpose or nothin’, just heat of the moment,” Boone explained casually as if all he did was pull out a chair for Jonathan to take a seat at the table.
“Be honest with me,” Chet started, stepping closer to Jonthan, his hand coming up to rest on his husband’s cheek before gripping his chin. “How hot was it whoring that pretty mouth on my cousin’s fat cock? Bet it had you dripping like a leaky faucet, huh?”
“Fuck, it was amazing,” Jonathan sighed, biting his lip and leaning into Chet’s grip. “It reminded me how exciting it was to blow you for the first time.”
Chet’s icy stare studied his husband’s face, knowing every word he’d just said was completely true. Chet traced Jonthan’s lips with his thumb in a tender touch. When Jonathan’s mouth parted, Chet shoved his thumb into his mouth with Jonthan responding by sucking gently.
“You loved every sloppy moment of it, didn’t you?” Chet asked, pulling out his thumb only to replace it with his pointer and middle finger. The two digits slid across his tongue, driving deep. “I know you’re thinking about tasting him again. You were so eager to please, let’s hear you beg for it this time.”
“Pl-please, let me beg for it. I want, no, I need your permission. Let me worship his fat cock again. Let Boone use my throat like you do,” Jonathan gagged softly around Chet’s fingers, eyes watering.
“You need it that bad, huh?” Chet smirked, pumping his fingers rhythmically. “What do ya say, Boone? You wanna slide that beast down this slut’s throat again?”
Boone grunted deeply as his reply, his big mitt stroking his massive shaft. Chet didn’t need any more answer than that. He pulled his fingers back, his hand sliding around to the back of Jonathan’s neck. He firmly guided his husband over to his cousin, roughly pushing him down. Bent at the waist, Jonathan obeyed without hesitation, his mouth engulfing Boone’s girth, lips stretching wide. Boone groaned, hand resting lightly on Jonathan’s head, eyes meeting Chet’s as Jonathan got to work.
“You sure this is what you want?” Boone asked, searching Chet’s face for any sign of dissent.
Chet turned away from his cousin and hopped up into the bed of the truck. He sat close to the cab on a plastic storage trunk. His fist gripped his cock, lazily stroking himself and toying with his precum. He nodded, sinking into the fantasy he’d always wanted finally, which was finally coming true.
“Yeah. Finish what you started, Boone. Get that dick nice and wet with his mouth. Fuck him like you were about to – raw and deep. But I’m watchin’ every second to remind you he’s mine,” Chet murmured, a smirk tugging the corners of his mouth, immersing himself in the moment.
Jonathan hungrily slobbered around Boone’s dick, ecstatic that things turned out this way. His tongue caressed the underside of his shaft as he struggled to take more of the carpenter’s length into his mouth. Boone kept steady pressure on the back of Jonathan’s head, helping to force his shaft past the resistance at the back of his mouth. Jonathan’s throat burned when the tip pushed in, his neck bulging. Chet watched from his perch, eyes locking on his husband’s straining mouth and the way he bobbed his head. The humid air hung thickly with the growing sexual tension and the sounds of wet suction.
“Fuck he’s got a real talent for this, don’t he, cuz,” Boone moaned as he started pumping his hips to open Jonathan’s throat even more. Jonathan’s hands gripped Boone’s hairy thighs for leverage, struggling not to gag but pushing on with determination.
“Yup, always has,” Chet agreed, pride shining through his voice. “Reminds me when you brought me here in high school, tellin’ me stories about all the chicks you were dating and how none of them could give a good blowjob. Now I know why, what with that log between your legs.”
“Mmm, that’s right. Good times. Glad you can hold your liquor now. Though I still ain’t ever found a chick who could blow me like this. Fuckkkkk,” Boone groaned loudly, holding Jonathan’s head down, the cocksucker’s nose buried in his bushy pubes. “You trained him well, bucko.”
Chet’s strokes quickened even as his arousal warred with jealousy. Boone’s hips bucked a bit more forcefully, eliciting raunchy, wet, glug glug noises from Jonathan. While one hand kept a grip on Jonathan’s head, the other slid down Jonathan’s spine, reaching for his hole. His finger found Jonathan’s pucker, circling, and teasing.
“Damn, he’s swallowin’ me whole now, feels like he’s beggin’ for every inch,” Boone growled, tone dripping with hunger.
“Alright, Boone, you think it’s time? Fuck my husband like the slut he is,” Chet snarled in possessive encouragement. “Pound that tight ass, make him squeal.”
Boone grinned like the devil, happy to oblige his cousin’s command and pulled Jonathan’s head off his cock. Jonathan’s cheeks were covered in spit, his face red from the effort, but nothing marred the look of sheer excitement and anticipation. Boone effortlessly lifted the slimmer man onto the tailgate, easing him onto his back with surprising tenderness amid the dominance. The pair found the same position that Chet had interrupted earlier. Jonathan wrapped his arms around the backs of his knees, his hole quivering with desire. Boone positioned his cock, licking his lips, ready to conquer.
“Hold up, Chet. I know I kinda just stuck it in before, heat of the moment in all,” Boone rumbled with a flicker of old-school caution. “I don’t got any condoms on me. This truck’s just a beater, not for...this.”
“Don’t care,” Chet leaned forward, jaw tightening. “No rubbers. I want you fuckin’ him raw. I want you to breed ‘im.”
Boone’s hesitation melted into a predatory grin, one big hand gripping both of Jonathan’s ankles together, pushing his legs back to further expose his hole. Again, he teased Jonathan’s pucker, this time with the tip of his dick. He pressed forward, the bare head struggling to breach Jonathan’s tight sphincter. He paused, grabbing the tube of sunscreen, the only thing they had close enough to lube, ready to slick up his shaft.
“Drop it,” Chet growled. “If he wants it this badly, then I want him feelin’ every goddamn inch of you stretchin’ him wide.”
Boone raised a thick eyebrow at his cousin, his massive body tensing with a mix of surprise and dirty excitement. His hands came down, possessively gripping Jonathan’s hips. Jonathan whimpered underneath him, body fluttering, his back arching in anticipation.
“That’s what you want, darlin’? Chet spat, though his tone was laced with concern. “You wanna feel Boone’s fat cock forcin’ in, splittin’ you open so you feel it all?”
“Yes! God, yes, Chet. I wanna feel it burn,” Jonathan nodded frantically, his eyes fixed on Boone’s burly chest. “Please...”
Boone chuckled, aligning himself again and pushing forward, the pressure building without mercy. His dick breached Jonathan’s hole with exquisite torment, claiming that ass. Sweat matted Boone’s chest as he forced past Jonathan’s tight ring. The dry friction bit like fire and a cry ripped from Jonathan’s throat. His slim torso arched off the truck bed, fingers clawing at the metal edge as Boone sank his cock in, inch by brutal inch, stretching him to the brink.
“Ah, fuck, shit! It’s so fucking big!” Jonathan moaned in pain even while his cock twitched untouched against his stomach, steadily leaking precum.
“That’s it, big fella, give it to him,” Chet rasped, his eyes fixated on Boone’s thick meat splitting his husband in two, fist pumping his own rigid cock.
Beads of sweat dripped off of Boone’s forehead, landing onto Jonthan’s pale skin. His hands returned to Jonthan’s ankles, hoisting them high before spreading his thighs wide. The burn inside Jonathan intensified as Boone tested a steady thrust, Jonathan’s inner walls clenching around him.
“Fuck, you’re tight as hell, city boy,” Boone muttered through gritted teeth.
“Take it all, babe. Let him wreck that hole for me,” Chet urged, edging closer.
Boone set a gently pace, but relentless just like the sun beating down on his back. He rocked forward with careful restraint, each measured inch a careful thrust that persistently worked open Jonathan’s ass. Boone’s breaths came steady now, wordless apologizing for the monster invading his cousin’s husband.
“Please, Boone, stop. Take it out... it’s too much,” Jonathan pleaded, his hand pushing on Boone’s firm, furry stomach. Jonathan’s slim hips twitched back in escape, panting.
Chet rose swiftly and knelt to comfort his man, his muscular form casting a cool shadow over Jonathan. He bent down, shoving his tongue in Jonathan’s mouth while reaching to stroke his still throbbing cock. Chet’s own dick smeared precum on Jonathan’s chest.
“You’re doing fuckin’ amazing, babe. I’m so proud of you,” Chet whispered, low enough that only Jonathan could hear. “You good? We can stop at anytime.”
“No...no, I – I just need a moment,” Jonathan breathed raggedly.
“He’s alright,” Chet assured Boone who looked on with concern. Chet then added, “But if you want that hole slicked proper, you gotta spit shine his fat cock again. Make your own damn lube if you can’t take it. Earn it like the greedy slut you are.”
“Mmm, yes, lemme taste you,” Jonathan cooed, licking his lips at the thought.
Boone growled, low and deep, before spinning Jonathan around so that his head was hanging off the back of the tailgate. Blood rushed to Jonathan’s skull as his world was inverted, but he obediently opened his mouth as Boone towered over him. Boone pointed his cock downwards, and with the barest dip of his knees, sank his dick into Jonthan’s hungry mouth.
“Fuck, yeah, Boone, feed him that monster. Make him taste his own ass,” Chet encouraged.
Boone’s lips curled into a wicked grin at Chet’s filthy command. His hands cradled the back of Jonathan’s skull as drove his cock as deep as possible down Jonathan’s throat. The flavor of Boone’s dick and his own ass made Jonathan’s dick throb and leak. The angle, though, was perfect for him. Boone easily thrusted in and out of Jonathan’s mouth but making more spit drip past his lips.
“That’s my good city boy,” Boone growled in approval, hips pumping steady abusing Jonathan’s eager mouth.
Meanwhile, Chet’s strong arms hooked under Jonathan’s arched back, hoisting his husband’s ass higher into the air. Chet shoved his face in his crack, soothing Jonathan’s tender hole with his tongue. He made love to his husband’s ass with his mouth, his tongue easily plunging in thanks to his cousin already stretching him open. Jonathan moaned appreciatively, garbled whimpers muffled by Bonne’s cock. The cousins’ eyes met over Jonathan’s writing body, a spark of shared dominance passing between them.
“You ready for round two, pretty boy?” Boone asked Jonathan, pulling his dick out of his mouth. “Whatcha think, cuz? You gonna hand over that fine ass to me again?”
“Mmm fuck yeah,” Chet approved, setting his husband’s ass down and wiping spit off his face with the back of his hand. “Pound ‘im hard. Don’t hold back. Keep goin’ til you breed him like the slut he is.
Boone grabbed ahold of Jonathan’s shoulders, sliding him off the truck bed but set him down lightly. Just as abruptly, he spun the shorter man around. With a growl form his chest, Boone slapped one palm on Jonathan’s hip, the other shoving hard between his shoulder blades, bending him over the tailgate. He used his thick thighs to spread Jonathan’s legs, his ass cheeks apart and hole inviting.
“You want this big dick to you wreck you again, boy?” Boone drawled, voice thick with lust as he locked eyes with Chet, who lounged the truck bed’s edge, steadily fisting his shaft.
“Please, Boone... fuck me raw again, just like Chet wants,” Jonathan cooed, his eyes also locked on his husband.
Boone didn’t need any more encouragement, thrusting forward to breach Jonathan’s wet hole. Chet’s strokes quickened as Jonathan cried out, only this time it was a sound of pleasure as his already stretched insides welcomed Boone’s spit-slick cock. The truck started rocking as Boone’s hips got to work, shoving inside Jonathan without mercy now that his ass was stretched and lubed. Jonathan melted against the tailgate as Boone’s meaty hot glided across his prostate, his eyes rolling back in bliss.
“Not so tight anymore, are ya, city boy?” Boone cackled, eyes flicking to Chet’s face again looking for approval.
“Ah, fuck! Oh my god, deeper, please!” Jonathan cried out. “Leave me gaping and dripping.”
After a while, Boone’s rhythm faltered and slowed from the exertion. With a low, ragged exhale, he pulled his dick out of Jonathan’s hole. Jonathan tried to grip him with his ass, but he was so stretched out it was useless. Driven by his hunger for Boone’s dick, he twisted around without pause, dropping to his knees and latching onto his top’s meat with his lips. He blew him greedily, tongue lapping up Boone’s precum and his own ass juice. His eyes looked up to Boone’s, showing his devotion.
“Get up, we ain’t done yet,” Boone grunted, his hand tangling in Jonathan’s hair and guiding him off his shaft.
The tall stud hoisted himself into the truck bed, the frame creaking with his weight. He opened the storage locker and pulled out an old blanket, spreading it out on the metal before laying himself down. His rigid shaft lay heavy on his furry stomach, ready for more attention.
“Get up here and ride me, slut,” he commanded, Chet grunting in approval. Like a moth to a flame, Jonathan sprang to get up. Facing Boone, he straddled the man’s legs, getting ready to lower himself down. Boone let out another order before he could. “Fuck that, I don’t wanna see your dick. Turn around, lemme watch my cock disappear in that pussy.”
Jonathan did as he was told like a good puppy. He spun around before kneeling, legs on either side of Boone’s waist. Boone held his dick by the base point it straight up, aimed at Jonathan’s ass. Jonathan reached back to spread his asscheeks, his gaping hole finding Boone’s dickhead like a magnet. He sank down slowly so both Boone and Chet could watch as every inch found its way inside him. Jonathan started riding him like a bucking bronco, his own dick bouncing untouched, keeping his cheeks spread so the other men could see how stretched out he was.
Jonathan then reached out to either side, grabbing onto the edges of the truck bed for better leverage. With his eyes closed, he slammed himself down, fucking himself over and over again on Boone’s shaft. The faster he went, the closer he reached orgasm. Ecstasy finally overtook him and his dick twitched uncontrollably, shooting his load handsfree all over the blanket. Chet’s eyes widened from his perch, envy marring his face. Chet had never made his husband do that before. He looked at his cousin with a mix of admiration and jealousy.
With Jonathan’s load spent, he slowed his pace. Boone’s hands shot to Jonathan’s hips, bucking upwards to take over. The result was an obscene sound of skin slapping on skin. With a roar that half the county could hear, Boone erupted deep inside his slutty bottom. He kept fucking, driving his seed in even further. He shot off so much jizz that it started overflowing almost immediately, seeping out of the lawyer’s wreck hole, down his shaft and over his balls. Panting, Boone held him in place as a few more spurts escaped.
“Fuckin’ hell that was hot,” Chet whispered to himself, neither his husband nor his cousin hearing. As Jonathan raised himself off of Boone’s dick, more cum flowed out and onto Boone’s still rigid dick. Chet spoke louder this time. “Clean ‘im up, whore. Suck every drop of cum off that big dick.”
Jonathan obeyed with a grin, kneeling between Boone’s quads, and started lapping at the cummy mess. Boone flinched and quivered as his sensitive cock was worshiped and cleaned. Jonathan moaned hungrily as he went about his task. Chet rose, standing over both of them, stroking furiously until he climaxed, spewing his load all over Jonathan’s arched back and flushed ass cheeks. Stray strands of his jizz even splattered onto Boone’s hairy chest. Chet’s cousin curiously swabbed at the pearly goo. He brought it to his lips, tasting his cousin’s seed. He nodded as if confirming some suspicion and ate a bit more.
“Damn, Boone, watchin’ you fuck him like that, hotter than I even imagined,” Chet smiled, his hands coming to Jonathan’s shoulders.
“That’s some throat you got city boy,” Boone chuckled, wiping sweat from his brow. “And that ass...God damn. No pussy has ever taken every inch of me like that before.”
Jonathan smirked, proud of himself for having orchestrated all this. His tender, gaping hole ached and dripped jizz, but his mind was already racing about how to make it happen again. If tonight’s bonfire had as many relatives as last night...it should be easy to slip away again. With a sly smile, he glanced between the two cousins.
“Next time you two should take turns on me. Show me who can fuck me harder.”
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