Author's Note: Well, dear reader, welcome to the grand finale. Thanks for reading along! There may be spin-offs of "Dad's Helping Hand", but I'm quite pleased with how this story arc wrapped up.
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Chapter 6: Coming Together
RICHARD
-- Day 3, night --
1. Patrick's Gamble
"I knew it..." my brother Patrick sneered. He brushed a branch aside and stepped into the clearing with my eldest son Justin. "I fucking knew it."
"What... the... FUCK," Justin cried out in unison.
Busted.
Tangled in each other's arms, my son Matt and I were bare-naked on a camp blanket, glistening with sweat. I might have fainted if I hadn't already been lying flat on top of him.
Matt's fingertips trembled against my biceps. Like me, he was speechless.
"Wowww Richie," Patrick said, his eyes sweeping down my naked ass. "Really?"
"What the fuck is going on?" Justin’s voice cracked on the last word. Not with anger -- but worse. Appalled. The kind of disbelief that tried to make something untrue.
Justin stood there frozen, eyes wide, searching Matt’s face, searching my face, as if trying to reconcile his discovery with any alternative explanation. There wasn't any.
“Guys...” Matt began. His voice was rough before it collapsed again into silence.
Justin took a step back. “No. I-- I--" He shook his head, like he could dislodge the image. "Bro, what?? Dad?"
I rolled off Matt for a little more dignity. I tried to conceal my still-solid cock but failed.
Patrick's stare pierced through me. He stood behind Justin and placed his hands comfortingly on Justin's broad shoulders.
With a jolt, Justin said, "I'm getting the fuck out of here," his voice shaking, taking another step back.
But Patrick held Justin in place.
"--Uncle Pat, let go--" Justin said, startled, stumbling slightly and swatting at Patrick's hand.
Patrick ignored him, squeezing Justin's shoulders harder.
“Don’t go yet,” Patrick said quietly.
Justin stiffened under his grip. “What?”
“Listen, dude... You won't ever get to pretend you didn’t just see this," Patrick muttered. "Never. Even if you wanted to forget.”
Then Patrick cocked his head to the side and leered at me.
"Richie, you little bastard," my brother smirked, his voice dripping sickly-sweet with glee. "So... You're really about to fuck your own son..."
"About to?" I thought.
So, at least Patrick didn't see...
I already did.
I stared Patrick down defiantly, silently. A standoff. Only the crackling of the fire broke through, underscored by crickets' chirping and the sound of Justin's struggle.
Patrick cut the silence:
"... And you got all high and mighty just 'cuz I busted a few loads with Justin when he was in college."
Justin froze, no longer trying to escape Patrick's grip.
"You-- you told him??" Justin exclaimed.
"Yeah," Patrick said dismissively, then spat at me derisively: "Your dad's a fuckin' hypocrite."
Then I noticed Justin staring -- not at me but to my side... At Matt.
At Matt's naked body, sprawled out like a Renaissance painting.
Justin's eyes grew wider. That's when I realized...
Justin was probably seeing his brother's cock for the very first time. Was I seeing Justin's shock being overtaken by awe?
Patrick noticed it too, his eyes also focused on his grown nephew's eight-inch cock. He leaned in close to Justin's ear.
"Yeah," Patrick muttered. "Your little bro got big, huh?"
Even in the dim light, I could see Justin blushing. But Matt made no effort to cover up.
"So what's all this?" Patrick chided. "Just 'guy shit', Richard?"
I took a deep breath.
"Huh, Richie?" Patrick raised his voice. "Got nothing to say?"
"It's-- it's--" My voice finally broke through, grasping for an excuse. I thought of blaming Matt for the briefest second.
It was his idea anyway, right? I just got caught up in all this shit.
Then, I heard myself say: "It's doing whatever the fuck we want, Patrick." I sat up a little straighter, hands still over my crotch.
"Oh yeah?" Patrick said, unfazed, scratching his beard. "Whatever the fuck you want? Well now that we're all out in the open..." He rotated in place, his arms outstretched. "... let's make this a boys' trip to remember, you little asshole."
Patrick stalked ever closer to us.
"What the fuck, Patrick," I snarled, alarmed to see him drawing closer...
"Dad..." Matt said softly.
Patrick's eyes darted to the ground. He spotted the slim bottle of lube glinting on the grass.
"Huh... Someone came prepared..." Patrick said, crouching to pick it up. Then, straightening back up, he tossed it in the air, caught it in one hand, and walked closer to Matt and me.
Our naked bodies must have been near fluorescent in the moonlight.
"Patrick, get the fuck away," I repeated. A warning.
Justin stood in place, near catatonic. His mouth was open, as if he had something more to say but couldn't find the words.
Then Patrick loomed over Matt and me sprawled on the blanket.
Patrick slowly began undoing the buttons of his plaid flannel shirt.
"Might as well keep going, Richie," Patrick said. "Looks like Matt really wants it... Don't let me stop you."
Patrick had a fitted black tank top underneath. He dropped his arms and let his overshirt fall behind him, revealing his beefy arms.
I felt my cock twitch against my thigh and willed it to settle down.
"How did you find us?" Matt asked, buying time, so I thought.
"You're not as slick as you think," Patrick said. "You woke me up when you left our tent. Then I saw you grab your Dad and creep into the woods..."
Suddenly, a realization made a chill run down my spine.
"Guys... where's Lucas?" I asked, fearful.
Justin answered: "He's sleeping," he mumbled. "Thank God... I can't even imagine if he..." Justin's voice trailed off. "... saw all this..."
Patrick continued: "Listen, I knew what you two have been doing for a while."
Patrick undid his canvas belt and ripped it through the belt loops.
"You what??" I interjected.
"I had a hunch..." Patrick replied. "And then I saw your little blowjob in the forest yesterday on the way to the showers... You thought you were all hidden in the trees, right?" He laughed to himself, then turned to Matt. "Bet your dad's a natural-born cocksucker."
Matt bristled.
And I was confused.
I thought Patrick only saw us fooling around this morning at the waterfall...
That's what Matt told me this morning.
So that means... Patrick saw me gagging on Matt's cock yesterday too?? Fuck.
Patrick continued: "Anyway, I figured you were up to more bullshit when the two of you snuck off tonight. And then this was the only light along the way." He gestured to the fire.
I winced at the thought of being overheard, then turned to my older son, who looked ashen behind his uncle.
"Justin?" I muttered hesitantly. "You knew too?"
"I didn't know shit." Justin snapped back.
"I woke him up, made him come along," Patrick answered. "Besides... why should we miss all the fun?" Patrick winked.
Then his voice darkened: "Anyway, fuck this shit."
In one smooth move, Patrick grabbed the hem of his black, skintight muscle tee and lifted it over his head.
Patrick's hairy belly and wide furry chest glowed orange in the firelight. His bushy armpits glistened wet with sweat. Patrick threw the shirt at Matt, who flinched.
Matt began trying to craft an explanation. "Guys, look... Dad and I were just... helping each other out. Helping each other feel good--"
"--Yeah, I bet..." Patrick said, while Justin scoffed.
Patrick reached over to Matt and grabbed him by the hair.
"So let's see what feels good."
Matt barely pushed back.
That triggered something in Justin. "Pat, what the fuck. I never thought you were gay," he blurted out.
"I'm not gay!" Patrick spat out reactively, swiveling back at Justin. "I'm just a horny motherfucker who knows how to have fun, and you bastards oughta learn too." Patrick's chest began heaving. "You're not gonna be selfish, are you, Richie? That's not how we've played before."
The mischievous glimmer in Patrick's eyes was the same as always, and yet I'd never seen Patrick like this. Not even after all our escapades in college. Not in the decades since.
Wild. Carnal. Desperate. He was unraveling. The terrible truth was... I realized I liked seeing it. And I wanted more.
"Sit the fuck down, J.J." Patrick said, pointing at a bench, his other hand still gripping Matt's copper-brown locks.
Justin didn't move.
"Justin, sit down, or..." Patrick snarled, the timbre of his voice dropping threateningly, "... or I'll tell your wife."
Justin's expression was a mix of confusion and disgust.
"What the fuck, man."
"Yeah... Vanessa's been looking for an excuse to leave you anyway, hasn't she?" Patrick said. "What if she knew you bated with your own dad, J.J.? What if Lucas knew?"
"Patrick..." I whispered.
"Shut it." Patrick's voice took on a darker edge: "It would suck if Audrey found out too, wouldn't it, Richie?"
I held my tongue.
"Justin, get over there," Patrick barked, letting go of Matt's head.
Justin, cornered, looked hurt and indignant. The gears turned in his head, processing his choices. But he relented.
He sat down slowly on a log bench, defiance dissolving in his eyes.
That lost expression on Justin's face looked almost familiar... That trepidation... The resignation... I recalled a younger Justin, my football star, as a senior in the locker room after a shitty game. Fresh out of the shower, looking dazed on a bench and unsure of himself... Steeling himself to take any criticism on the chin.
Was this really happening?
I felt for him.
Justin's hands were resting on the bench by his sides. He looked up at the foliage as if hoping for a distraction, expecting the whole show to be over soon.
"Oh relax," Patrick said with faux reassurance. "You like cruising for dick now anyway, don't you, Justin? Just like your pops. Matt said so."
Justin shot an anxious look at me, then at Matt, who merely looked at the ground.
Then Patrick dropped his pants, which pooled around his feet. He stepped out of them, wearing nothing but tight gray boxer briefs that hugged his thick glutes.
He sat on the log bench next to Justin. As he planted his ass down, his thighs stretched out his underwear. His bulge was rock-hard.
Leaning back, Patrick looked into my eyes. His red hair and beard looked like a mane -- the mane of an old lion who checkmated his prey.
Patrick reached down to Justin's lap, his fingers tracing the snap buttons at the front of my firstborn son's pants.
Justin bit his lip.
"Sit back, J.J. Nice and comfortable..." Patrick said.
Patrick's lips curled into a smile, as he added:
"You're gonna watch how your daddy fucks."
And with a swift tug, unsnapping like gunfire, he ripped Justin's fly open.
2. Putting on a Show
I looked down at Matt.
"I... I can't let Audrey find out, Matt," I murmured.
He shrugged.
"I still wanna cum, Dad," Matt said. "Let's just get it done? Remember, it's our one last time."
Matt then whispered, avoiding my eyes and blushing: "Uncle Patrick's already seen me cum anyway."
"Me too," I confessed, feeling almost sick.
"Get on with it, boys!" Patrick called out from his seat a few feet away. "Just pretend we're not here." He chuckled to himself.
I took in a sharp breath, then I leaned forward and touched my forehead against Matt's. A silent assent.
I rolled back on top of Matt. He wrapped his lean muscular legs around my hips.
Tracing Matt's sharp jawline with my thumb, I grabbed my pulsating cock with my other hand. Gently, I rubbed my cockhead against my son's slick, used, puffy hole.
Matt tilted his head backward onto the blanket, his copper hair cascading backward, his Adam's apple quivering as he took a deep gulp.
"Just us," I muttered.
Another log popped and crackled in the fire pit. The smell of Matt's sweat hung in the air.
I inhaled, and slid myself smoothly back in.
Matt bit his lip and hummed out a low groan -- involuntarily, it seemed, as it resonated right from his belly.
"Gahhh..."
Two inches, four inches, six inches... Attaboy.
Matt's groaning grew louder as I stretched him wide open. He clutched my shoulders hard halfway through.
"Agh, Dad," Matt moaned.
Then I finally bottomed out. His muscles went weak, and my steamy, low-hanging balls pressed against his ass.
"Fu-u-uck, that's right," Patrick murmured.
I glanced up at my big brother and firstborn son sitting above us, tears welling in my eyes. I blamed the smoke from the fire.
I caught Justin's expression first... He looked angry. He was grimacing but still focused on Matt and me. Patrick was looking at us too, hungrily, fiddling with the front of Justin's boxer briefs.
"Let's whip out that fat hog of yours, buddy," Patrick said to Justin.
Patrick fished my older boy's cock out from his underwear and began stroking it. Justin's dick looked just as thick and hard as in the steam room earlier this year.
The steam room... The gym shower... Is that how this all started? Would I have changed it?
I looked back down at Matt who was looking intensely at me with his light hazel eyes. The eyes he inherited from my father. My lips stretched into a tight smile.
I started pumping in and out of Matt's ass slowly, masturbating my cock with the walls of his rectum.
Patrick continued talking as he and Justin watched.
"Bet you've never seen anything like that, huh?" Patrick asked Justin, elbowing his side with a grin.
Silence.
Patrick squeezed out a few pumps of Matt's lube and began stroking himself with one hand. With the other, he pulled on Justin's cock, smacking the tip against Justin's abdomen.
"You ready to jerk it together like in the old days?" Patrick continued. "Remember those nights up in the cabin, man?"
Jolting his memory was enough to make Justin speak.
"... I-- I forgot about that..." Justin drew a deep breath and settled further.
"Just like lookin' at porn. Just good ole fun, right?"
"Mm." Justin had relaxed but sounded unconvinced.
Matt's eyes were now clenched tight. I picked up the pace on his ass. His hole started squelching loudly.
"You been watching some man-on-man porn now too, Justin?" Patrick needled. "It's OK -- you can say. Bet this beats any porn you've seen."
Justin didn't respond.
"What do you like, man? Big monster cocks? Bubble butts? Blond twinks? Muscle jocks like you?"
Justin huffed.
"I'll tell you a secret, man..." Patrick muttered gleefully, now focusing his thumb on Justin's frenulum. "I like watching big cocks in action..."
Justin moaned.
"Guess you've known for a while that your Dad was packin', right? Used to call him 'Big-Dick Richie.'"
Oh geez. Patrick's comment about my cock made me pulse inside of Matt's guts.
Patrick drawled on: "You must've known he was hung, Justin. When'd you find out your Dad was sporting a big fat cock, man?"
Justin remained quiet.
"C'mon, how long have you known that your daddy had a big dick?"
Justin took in a sharp breath.
"You're not so bad yourself..." Patrick murmured. "Look how big you've gotten since college... Nice fat nutsack too..."
That's when Justin snapped.
"Oh, fuck this!" he exclaimed, shoving Patrick's hand off of him.
I looked up, expecting Justin to storm off again. To my surprise, Justin was sliding his boxer briefs further below his knees, and he grabbed his own penis.
He started stroking it wildly, looking up at the sky.
Patrick said nothing in return, but his wide, leering smirk at Justin's lap said it all.
Then Patrick turned his attention back to us.
"Richie, let's see you really fuck your boy," he said. "Pound him good."
I was on the verge of yelling back at Patrick.
Then Matt grabbed my face under my chin. "Just focus on me," he said.
Adrenaline coursed through my body. I felt powerful with three pairs of eyes on me, like I was a specimen on display.
I guess the best specimens are displayed for a reason.
Fuck, this was good.
I took a shallow breath, grunted, and began pumping my hips faster.
"Dad, honestly? This is actually kinda hot," Matt said.
I realized I agreed. Somehow I liked putting on a show. I liked being seen.
And if that's what this moment needed? I'll put on a hell of a show.
I lifted myself up by my hands, angling my hips better, and fucked my son harder. He felt it too. Matt yelped. Whether it was pain or pleasure, I realized I didn't much care anymore.
Matt lifted his torso off the ground and smacked his face against my chest, rubbing his nose against my fur. He began sucking, lapping up my smooth, quarter-sized nipples, flicking the nibs with his tongue.
"You wanna milk me, Matty?" I groaned. "That's it, fuckin' milk me."
I cradled his head tight against my chest, stifling his screams while I impaled my cock in his guts.
Patrick chuckled from his vantage point, echoing me: "Yeah, suck on that shit, Matt. Milk your daddy's nipples."
"Geez, fuck," Justin murmured.
Matt threw himself back on the ground and lifted his ass like a wheelbarrow, grinding his hips onto me and whimpering.
I held both of his asscheeks aloft. His rock-hard cock bounced against his abdomen, flinging streams of precum on both of our torsos.
"YEAH, FUCK! Fuck, Dad!" Matt shrieked. "Fuck me deep. Fuck me right in my chute..."
"Fuck that's good."
"Better than pussy... Say it, Dad -- better than pussy."
Holy crap.
"B-b-better than pussy," I eked out.
Why did that sound familiar?
"GAHHH!" Matt bellowed out unintelligibly.
Like lightning, a memory resurfaced in my mind. Matt's silhouette in a darkened room, back home from college. In the early 2000s, wasn't it? It was how I discovered Matt was gay -- or bi, whatever. Seeing Matt fapping in his room, and on the screen were two hunky men writhing into each other.
"Fuck Daddy's shitchute!" I had heard from the speaker. "Fuck Daddy's shitchute! Better than pussy..." The shock had burned it into my memory.
I looked down at Matt, and his eyes were shut in ecstasy, his voice nearly gurgling. His hands rested on the ground above his head as he gave in to being dominated. His untrimmed armpit hair stood out starkly against his alabaster skin.
I thought about how Matt forced me to sniff my own pits earlier this morning... How ravenously he went down on his husband Steven's armpits when I saw them fuck a few months ago...
I dove in and slapped my face against my son's well-developed, bushy pits and whiffed.
Matt jumped with a start, then wrapped his arm around my neck tightly and pulled me deeper.
"Fuck yes," Matt gasped.
I licked and sniffed and tasted Matt's scent. Musky and bittersweet and all man. I rocked my hips even harder and felt Matt's prostate push back against my cock.
"GAH, fuck, yeah, Dad, get in there," he moaned.
"Call me Daddy," I growled into his armpit.
"Fuck, Daddy, yeah. Taste it."
I lifted my face and dove into his other armpit, breathing deep down to the bottom of my lungs.
"Fuck, I see why you like this," I murmured between my licks.
Matt chuckled.
With my face smothered, I overheard Patrick mutter quietly on his perch: "...Yeah, it's OK. We can help each other out. Play with that foreskin."
Then Justin mumbled back -- his voice just barely audible over my heartbeat in my ears...
"I've never touched another cock before..." Justin said.
I looked up, and Justin was stroking both his own cock and Patrick's, while Patrick leaned back, smiling deviously and playing with his large, rosy-pink nipples.
Justin's first? There was that old pang of jealousy again, just like when I first learned Patrick and Justin jerked off together.
No, no, focus, I thought to myself. Not again.
I buried my face into the crook of Matt's neck and continued fucking him.
Patrick continued speaking to Justin: "I mean, look at these balls, man." I heard a few light claps, as if Patrick was patting something. "These are the fuckin' balls that made you a dad, J.J."
Oh geez.
Justin chuckled this time.
"Hey, are Lucas's balls this big too?" Patrick said with a teasing edge to his voice.
"Shut it, Pat." Justin said, followed by a low groan.
Matt was bucking his hips harder against me, and I felt my cum edging perilously close to the tip. I raised my chest again.
When I lifted my face, I thought I saw Patrick drop his phone to the ground...
I kneeled fully upright to look down on my Matty.
I held Matt's legs aloft from behind his knees now and kept thrusting, deep and slow.
"I'm-- I'm close," I said to no one in particular.
"Richard, hold it in, you horny bastard," Patrick said. "Damn it, let's shake things up."
Patrick stood up and stepped out of his boxer briefs, walking fully nude toward Matt and me.
"Justin, watch and learn," my brother said over his shoulder.
Patrick's dripping, uncut, hairy cock bounced ever closer to my face.
3. A Family Affair
When Patrick reached Matt and me, he ran his fingers through my hair and circled behind me. My cock throbbed helplessly inside my son, aching for release.
Our bodies entwined, I pulled out of Matt slowly, inch after inch, biting my lip. Once my cock was free for a rest, it sprang up and plopped beside Matt's ballsack with a thud.
Patrick crouched down behind me, his fingers lingering on my skin.
"Pat, what are you doing?" I asked, alarmed, tilting my head sideways. But he was out of sight.
I could feel the heat emanating from his body.
He ran his hand down my back, from shoulder to waist. A tingling sensation lit up my spine, branching off down my limbs.
His fingertips reached the top of my asscrack. They slid further. Down into the sweaty hairs in my cleft, deep between my glutes.
"Nice hairy crack," Patrick murmured near my ear. "You know... I told Matty that I rimmed you the other day."
Justin exclaimed from the bench: "You did what??"
"Easy, Justin. Part of guys' bonding," Patrick said, chuckling as if he barely believed himself.
Patrick drew closer to my ear, his other hand holding my shoulder in place.
"You ever get fucked up the ass before, Richie?" Patrick whispered, steam on his breath.
His index finger now slid across my tight, puckered hole. "I'd guess not..."
"N-n-no." I stammered. "And don't you even think about it."
"How about getting fingered? You ever get fingerblasted, little bro?" Patrick said louder.
I couldn't respond.
"Hm... Was it Audrey?" he snickered. "Wife's privileges?" Then I heard him spit.
"It was me..." Matt muttered. I flashed Matt a warning with my eyes.
"Good..." Patrick growled. "So you're nice and ready."
Then, pain.
With a sharp, pinching pang, my big brother shoved something deep up my untrained asshole.
"Agh! Fuck!!" I yelled.
It must have been two fingers at least, all at once. It burned.
I looked down at Matt, who appeared almost frightened, then up at Justin, whose mouth hung open.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," Patrick grunted behind me. "Keepin' it tight, Richie." He shoved inside again.
"Fuck, Patrick -- why?" I said.
The pressure of his fingers on my prostate inflated my cock to full-mast.
I heard him hack up spit again.
Soon the pain gave into pleasure, as my anus stretched comfortably around my brother's fingers. I relaxed my arms and arched my back ever so slightly.
"Aghh," I moaned, surprising myself.
Matt's hands rubbed my hips soothingly.
"Dad..." he murmured plaintively. "Keep fucking me."
"Yeah, stick it back in, Richard," Patrick commanded in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. "Your boy wants to get fucked."
I lifted my hips ever so slightly and traced the tip of my cock down Matt's fuzzy taint. His asshole was still slick and loose.
Just a gentle push... and my cock easily slid back in, down to the base.
Matt let out a small, little sound between a laugh and a moan, as I pulled out and started thrusting once more.
"Nice, bro," Patrick murmured above me. Then he took control.
He slammed his hand against my ass, rough like a battering ram.
Fuck! Fuck, it went deep.
Then again.
And again.
Plunging his hamlike fist in between my ass, the sheer force of my brother's fingerfucking shoved my dick further into my son, again and again.
Matt and I yelped in surprise. But Patrick controlled the rhythm, hooking his fingers, guiding my hips harder and faster onto Matt, treating me like a useless, helpless fuckpuppet.
"Now this is how you fuck, guys," he said.
Patrick's other hand squeezed my glute hard, massaging the muscle.
My eyes rolled back in their sockets. I let Patrick take control easily, letting him use my body to fuck his nephew.
Patrick pulled his fingers out of my ass without warning and -- smack! -- he slapped me hard across one of my asscheeks with his slimy fingers. The sudden clap resonated around us.
"Fuck!" I cried out, the pain radiating. "Fuck you..." I breathed out, sweat running down the bridge of my nose.
"Nice muscle ass," Patrick growled.
The harshness of his slap left a burning tingle on my glute.
But Patrick had already moved on. He'd stood up and, facing me, was now positioning himself right above Matt's head, his feet on either side of Matt's shoulders.
He knelt down, flashing me a toothy grin amid his ginger beard, and planted his sweaty ass firmly onto my son's face.
"Mmff--!!"
"Have some dessert," Patrick grunted.
Matt's moans were now stifled by his uncle's ripe, hairy dumper.
Then Patrick seized me by the throat as he started grinding on Matt's nose and mouth.
Blood rushed to my head. My eyesight dimmed as Patrick's sausage-like fingers clutched my throat.
My eyeglasses fogged up from Patrick's steamy, minty breath.
But I saw the fire in Patrick's green eyes, his nostrils flaring, and the sweat trickling into his graying red beard.
"Yeah -- fuck him, Richie," he said. "Fuck your son. Just like we fucked Becky in college."
Another memory came to me. Becky Murphy back in the 80s... My first fuck... Tangled up in Patrick's dim and musty dorm room, I'd had my freshman dick deep in her pussy when she started sucking off Patrick's uncut upperclassman cock. Patrick had made it happen. He had guided me through it, teaching me how a woman liked having her clit rubbed and her nipples tweaked, while he stuffed her mouth with his thick, pink cock.
Patrick used to cum like a geyser, making me jealous then giving me a high-five. Just brothers having fun.
And now, Patrick was giving me the same look of fiery lust and glee -- only this time, he was riding his ripe ass on my younger son's face.
I glanced at Justin behind Patrick, just watching. The expression had changed on his face -- blank and out-of-body.
Justin was staring intently at Patrick's ass grinding onto Matt's nose. Then he glanced at Matt's dick slapping noisily onto his belly as I fucked him, and now... Justin was looking right into my eyes. Licking his lips. I looked back at him, pleading and apologetic.
He was stroking his cock at a rapid clip now, his big, swinging ballsack bouncing wildly.
Soon Patrick released my throat and stood up, lifting his ass from Matt's face ever so briefly, letting him gulp in breaths of fresh air.
It was time for the other side. Patrick stepped around, rotating, now facing away from me, then crouched and straddled Matt's chest, laying his dick on Matt's chin.
"Let's get this fat cock serviced," he said, clutching Matt's hair.
He must have stuck his dick in Matt's mouth because Matt's moans were suddenly stifled again. I only heard wet, choking gags.
Between Patrick's legs, I saw his full, rounded ballsack pressing against Matt's chin.
Then Patrick looked up at Justin: "How you doin' buddy boy?" he asked.
Justin only grunted.
Patrick's ass thrusted, hard, onto Matty's delicate face. His massive meaty glutes clenched tight in front of me.
"You like what you see, champ?" Patrick called out to Justin.
I looked down and Matt's cock was leaking a river of sweet, sticky precum.
Patrick picked up the rhythm on my son's throat, and Matt's gagging got louder and louder.
That's it, bro, I thought to my own surprise. Pump that penis.
Patrick's muscular globes began jiggling hard as he started twerking. His tight hairy asshole peeked through for a second at a time.
Once satisfied, or dangerously close to busting, Patrick withdrew his cock from Matt's mouth. He scooted forward, wiping his balls and taint on Matt's face in one swipe, landing his asshole right back onto Matt's mouth. Matt groaned loudly with lust.
"Eat that ass," Patrick commanded.
Patrick was only a couple of feet away from Justin, who sat with his legs apart, jerking himself off, watching in awe.
Still squatting over Matt's face, Patrick maneuvered to position himself right between Justin's legs, his hands firmly on Justin's knees.
Patrick pulled Justin's Champion boxer briefs further down his thighs and over his knees and down to his ankles, spreading Justin's knees apart even further.
"C'mon, bud. Let's see how that cock of yours tastes..." Patrick said, his hands on Justin's hairy thighs. "You wanna feel your Unc sucking your big cock?" Patrick cooed.
Justin could barely speak, but he nodded -- just barely then firmly all at once.
Then, before Patrick took Justin in his mouth, I spoke before I realized it.
"Throw me the undies," I ordered Patrick.
Patrick looked back and gave me a curious, jovial smirk. Justin was skeptical, but he lifted his feet, eyes still trained on Patrick. Patrick pulled my son's sweaty boxer briefs off over his sneakers.
Patrick tossed those gray undies back to me over his shoulder. "Have fun, perv."
I caught them in midair and, with my cock still inside Matt, took the deepest whiff inside the fabric. Right in the pouch.
Fuck, it was godly. Deep, rich, salty musk right where Justin's bush sweated into the cotton.
I slid the fabric across my nose, so my nostrils traced a line from the remnants of cock to taint to ass.
Somewhere in my brain, the perfect, earthy scent clicked open a recent memory. It was exactly, precisely like...
My eyelids flew open.
"Smells just like--" I looked at Justin, then down, sheepishly "--uh, smells like someone else I know."
Swimming up in my memory... A curly blond pube in electric-blue briefs...
But, of course, I thought. It only made sense he'd smell like Justin there.
Like father, like son...
Plunging long and slow into Matt's tight ass, I huffed deeper and deeper into Justin's undies. He always packed a good sweat even back on the football field.
I wondered how my oldest son's assfunk compared to what Matt was getting straight from Patrick just below me. Somehow I figured Justin's was sweeter.
Anyway, why not share?
I leaned forward over Matt while his tongue was still lapping up his uncle's hairy hole.
Look at those giant melons of hairy man muscle, clenching and flexing around my son's snout. Fuckin' man ass.
The top of Matt's face was obscured by Patrick's beefy twin globes, plastered wet by the sweat.
But the bottom half -- Matty's lower lip and chin -- were exposed just enough.
I placed my finger on Matt's lip, pulled his jaw wide open, and stuffed the core of Justin's boxer briefs inside, right up to the back of Matt's tongue. He gagged.
Helpless and impaled on my cock, Matt began coughing and retching into Patrick's ass, his mouth and nose both stressed for air. But he settled quickly, sucking in shallow breaths, relishing the concentrated, irresistible miasma.
This was his sole purpose in this moment: to sniff his Uncle Patrick's fat dumper while his big brother's undies were stuffed in his mouth.
I picked up the pace in fucking Matt and slapped Patrick's ass hard, jiggling his massive globes, watching them bounce against each other.
"FUCK!" Patrick yelled, surprised.
A thrilling rush tore through my chest.
Harder, I smacked Patrick's thick-ass dumper, feeling both rage and excitement, leaving a vibrant red handprint.
Again. And again. Slapping and spanking. One cheek, then the other. It was damn cathartic.
Thinking back, was he to blame for all this?
I took out my frustration and my fury on my big brother's fat ass.
"Yeah, let it out, Richie," he growled, sitting harder on Matt's face.
Then, as each slap was harder than the last -- the sharp claps ringing out my eardrums -- Patrick went from moaning to yelping.
"Gah!" he shrieked, hanging his head low between Justin's shins, no longer able to focus on Justin's dick. "Okay! Okay!"
Meanwhile, Justin had his hands on his knees, almost chuckling.
Man, Justin looked good.
He really didn't let his forties grind his body down too bad. His core was still solid. His well-built chest and shoulders stretched out his nylon tee.
As he leaned back on the bench, Justin's perfectly sculpted man titties were draped tightly by the thin fabric.
Justin flashed me an inquisitive look.
Subtly, I jerked my head to the right. Then again with authority. I motioned for my son to get up and stand by my right-hand side.
Justin took in a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment. Then he brushed Patrick off and came to me.
* * * * *
Meanwhile, Patrick continued grinding his hips and moaned out: "Fuck yeah. Munch that hole, Matty. Lick those balls."
Matt groaned into his uncle's taint.
And now, Justin stood by me, towering over me while I knelt balls-deep in his brother.
Justin's six-inch cock was rock hard, and his sweaty, swollen nutsack hung inches below it.
I placed my hand on his hip and looked up at his sparkling blue eyes.
He spoke first.
"Just guy shit?" he asked, his voice nervous but resolute.
In response, I opened wide and took my son's thick, rosy cockhead into my mouth.
It was warm and I felt the blood pumping through his veins. His glans was prominent, like a helmet on his dick, coated with bubbly spit and sweet, slick precum.
I took his cock down, down, down my throat. Down to his ripe, dirty-blond bush.
Fuck. My big boy. My firstborn son. The man who made me a grandpa. My football star.
His dick wasn't as big as Matt's, but fuck, it was perfect.
Justin's heavy balls hung easily below my chin. I lifted and fondled them against my beard.
"Fuck, Uncle Pat was right," Justin muttered. "You are a natural."
Justin smoothly pulled off his T-shirt, revealing his tight, hairy abs above me... and, fuck, those large, muscular pecs. Light-brown nipples. Dusted with dirty-blond hair.
I started sucking Justin faster and pumping Matt's ass harder. My glasses smeared against Justin's skin. With my free hand, I jerked Matt's cock below me at the same time.
Man, they're both huge.
I clenched my eyes tight and resolved for every square-inch of my skin to remember this moment, to remember the smell and the taste, to remember these cocks.
Justin murmured above me: "Fuck, I can't believe it." His voice wavered. "Dad, suckin' my dick..."
I mumbled wordlessly around his cock in reply, looking up at him.
Justin's hands were behind his head now. His armpits were nice and bushy too. Dark brown patches against his lightly tanned skin.
"Yeah, that's... fuck, that's good. Right to the base," Justin said with a drawl.
"He doin' good, J.J.?" Patrick called back, turning at the waist and slapping Justin's abs.
"Yeah, think so. Only had a couple guys blow me before..." he confessed. "Sweet as fuck."
News to me.
For some reason, that pushed Matt over the edge.
Matt screamed into his Uncle Patrick's ass, stifled by Justin's undies, and I pounded his ass harder. His body tightened up beneath me.
Volleys of hot, white cum shot out of Matt's cock, the strands swinging around in the air, while his cock bounced and slapped against his navel.
Matt's semen splattered across his torso, the first jets heavily painting Patrick's asscheeks, still brick-red from my spanking.
Patrick felt the heat splash across his ass.
"Who was that?" he exclaimed. "Who busted?"
"Matt," I murmured, rubbing Matt's side affectionately.
I leaned forward. My belly pressed up against Matt's. Patrick's massive dumper was still crushing Matt's head.
Sniff. Sniff. Matt was breathing deeply through his nose, trying to restore his oxygen after his record-breaking cumshot.
My face was inches from Patrick's hairy, cum-soaked ass. I stuck out my tongue. I began licking those first warm spurts of Matt's cum off my big brother's furry glutes. Warm 'n creamy.
I spread Patrick's cheeks open to see the bottom of Matt's face better. Matt's lips appeared below the cleft of Patrick's ass, a wide smile gaped open by Justin's boxer briefs.
I reached up to Matt's lips and pulled Justin's undies out of his mouth slowly. His mouth now free, he began panting and inhaling the midnight air.
His pink lips were just inches from mine.
With Matt's cum swimming in my mouth and the smell of Patrick's musky taint even stronger in front of me, I was reaching the edge again.
Fuck, I was close. It felt like gallons of cum were about to burst out my cock.
I pursed my lips over Matt's, holding his lower lip gently, and a massive wad of creamy, white cum poured out of my mouth in a thick, narrow stream.
What a treat... snowballing Matt's own cum down his throat.
"Fuuuuck," he moaned hungrily.
Some of his semen bubbled up and trickled out over the corners of his lips.
Then, still standing above me, Justin said something that shocked us all.
Justin ordered me to...
"Kiss him."
Suddenly, my body seized up.
I gasped, sucking in a deep breath and held my hips in place.
I looked up at Justin's eyes in astonishment, looked down to Patrick's thick ass, Matt's hairy cock, and then back at Justin. All within seconds.
My face contorted... my eyes crossed. And I came. Hard.
"Gaahhhh, fuuuuck!" I yelled out, now thrusting like a piston. "FUCK! FUCK!" I barreled across Matt's prostate, blowing my cum all over his insides, with my brother's ass in my face.
"MMFFF!" With the renewed, relentless pressure, Matt yelled again into Patrick's taint, his groans smothered, while his fingers pinched into my hips.
I lifted my torso up to kneel upright, to plant my last volleys of cum even deeper.
"Fuck yeah, take it, take it all." I grunted. "Take your Dad's cum, boy."
I collapsed sideways onto Justin's leg, as he held me upright behind my head.
"Agh, my boys," I whimpered, with one hand wrapped around Justin's hamstring. "My big boys..." I planted soft kisses along the length of Justin's erect penis.
Damn whoever could hear me.
Patrick looked back, smirking: "Richie, you brought your A-game.
I gulped another breath and slapped him playfully on the ass.
Patrick continued with a devilish grin: "By the way, I was never gonna tell Audrey... This stays among us boys."
I was too spent, too punch-drunk, to be annoyed at him. I'd get him back later.
"Justin, sit down and I'll finish you off." Patrick said, lifting his ass from Matt's face.
"Go back to your uncle," I murmured to Justin, surprising myself again, and slapping Justin's tight muscle ass.
With his head now free, Matt looked at me with an expression of contentment -- exhausted but fulfilled.
Justin returned to the log bench, and Patrick knelt directly between Justin's legs.
In a haze, I looked up at Patrick about to service Justin, my heart rate striving to settle down.
I expected to be affronted now in my post-nut clarity, but deep down in my chest, I felt at peace. Content, even.
While Patrick began sucking Justin off, I rested my body against Matt, who whispered to me close-up: "So, this really was the last time?"
I reflected and stroked his cheek, my cock deflating inside him. I thought of the future that awaited me -- getting older with Audrey, seeing my family grow, World War II history books and sports documentaries...
"Yeah, buddy. I think so."
My penis slid out of his hole, and I felt my creampie drool over it.
I had said "never again" to Matt earlier tonight, and that was true. These misadventures should stay in the past -- but somehow, I felt for the first time that I could live comfortably with them as a memory.
The dazed smile on Matt's face told me he felt the same.
I leaned closer to Matt, our foreheads touching again, his skin scorching hot.
And then, all at once... A gentle kiss on the lips -- as if to seal the promise. Soft, pillowy lips. No one knew who started it. Yet, as suddenly as the moment happened, it was over.
"We might have to visit more often," Matt teased.
I simply patted his chest in response.
As I lifted myself off of Matt's body, the sticky, syrupy puddles of his cum that had clung to my abs began dripping all over him like candlewax.
I laughed freely.
"Can't believe we had enough cum left after this morning..." I said, a bit sheepish, stroking Matt's stubbled cheek.
Patrick looked up from Justin's lap.
"You guys fucked around this morning too? Geez Louise."
Matt turned on his side.
"What do you mean, Uncle Pat?" he asked. "You just told me today you saw us at the waterfall this morning."
"What? I--"
Then, just beyond the campsite, there was a distinct rustling within the trees.
A twig snapped. Hardly a coincidence.
Our four heads turned toward the thick shrubs at the edge of the clearing, but there was nothing there. No one. Only darkness.
I narrowed my eyes. Goosebumps rose along my arms. I pulled Matt closer -- I guess it was some old protective instinct.
Meanwhile, Patrick removed himself from Justin's lap and sat beside him on the log, his hands covering his cock but his eyes looking ready for a fight.
Patrick called out: "Someone there?"
Silence.
Heavy and rich, the stench of manfucking hung in the air: musk and sweat and ass and the bleachlike scent of cum drying on our bodies.
I scanned the ground near the tree line. There, wavering in the firelight, I thought -- I thought -- I saw a faint, unnatural shadow.
Was that someone behind a tree trunk? Or just a trick of the flames?
Flashing across my mind were all of our misdeeds -- the sucking, the fucking, the swearing, the taboos -- all illuminated by the glow of that damn fire, under that prying canopy of stars.
My sons, my brother, and me. All of us complicit.
Then, Justin spoke.
Dread and uncertainty rattled his voice, hoping for no answer.
With barely a breath, he called out softly -- for the only person around for miles:
“Lucas?”
-- THE END (?) --
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Also by the author:
"Dad's Helping Hand"
© 2025 Matt Harding
PART I:
Chapter 1: What Happens In Rome...
Chapter 2: ... Cums Back Home
Chapter 3: The Videotape
Chapter 4: Steam
Chapter 5: Glory Days
Chapter 6: As We Used To Be
Dad's Helping Hand: The Christmas Special
PART II: CAMP HARDING
Chapter 7: Coming Clean
Chapter 8: His Special Touch
Chapter 9: Just Like Me
Chapter 10: Splash
Chapter 11: Firelight
Chapter 12: Coming Together
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