My son, My trade

The following is a work of erotic fiction meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience. 

'Twas the season to be jolly.  It was one of the times the ethnically diverse neighborhood of blue collar workers went out of their way to dress up their old, shingle-sided wood-framed homes.  The houses were jammed so closely together Thelma Whithers could pass a cup of sugar to her neighbor Ethel Jacobs from window to window.  The warren of structures built in the early 1900s was sorely in need of a paint job if not complete refurbishing.  Still, the buildings were sound enough, having withstood many a summer and winter storm, a testament to sturdy construction back in the day. 

Christmas decorating seemed almost a contest between who could outdo the other.  Some were tasteful; most, gaudy.  Not an inch of the Hodges' small front yard was spared from an inflatable pop-up or some plastic figurine.  The Dunlap’s home was lit up like Rockefeller Center in New York.  Old Myrtle Coates swore it would cause a power outage.  Even old man Stankovich's haunted house had electric flickering candles in each window.  Seemed the only homes not decked up belonged to the Goldbergs, Kaplans and other Jewish families, who celebrated the season with a menorah candelabra proudly displayed in their picture window.

For the first in a number of years the Hauser home on Arthur Avenue contributed to the festivities.  Big Buck and son, Marcus, spent a Saturday afternoon two weekends before the holiday stringing outdoor lights along the front roof overhang at the top of the house, along the front door frame and, from the inside, framing the bank of three dining room windows facing the street.  Buck had recently replaced the crumbling front stairs, the only real improvement done in quite a while.  He didn't figure it a good idea to advertise the Hauser's recent good fortune.

Pedaling his seventeen-year-old's ass had proven to be quite lucrative.  It wasn't as if Marc wasn't giving it up to every Tom, Dick and Leroy anyway.  Might as well make some cash out of it.  Marc had a natural talent and the best pussy he, or any other of the others, had ever slipped their dick into.  In the beginning he'd low-balled the fee but now they were getting seventy-five per bang.  No one had objected.  Factory workers, dock men, truckers, locals, bikers and others were eager to spend the appropriated half hour, sometimes forty-five minutes, with the high school jock.  Sure, Marc was beyond excellent.  Was absolutely nothing or no one he wouldn't do.  Buck figured a good part of the allure was that, otherwise, Marc was a popular, good-natured and good-looking all-American athlete, the son any of those men would be proud to have and every daughter's mother would hope her girl to bring home.  Afterwards, as the "client" was coming down from his fuck high, Marc would be discussing plays in last evening's game with the man.  He was far from the stereotypical sissy; he just craved dick.

Buck banked all the money.  Well, almost all.   He handed Marc a few bills here and there.  The income would make Christmas extra special this year.  Marc would be ecstatic on the "morning of" when Buck guided him outside to the car wrapped in a big red ribbon.  It was his special gift to his son, currently secreted in Ralph Hilliard's garage.  Used, of course.  But a sleek black Ford Mustang was all, or more than, a teenage boy could ask for.  Buck couldn't wait to see the surprise and delight on young Marc's face.

There was a light snowfall, the first of the season, a couple of evenings later when the Hauser men went on a hunt for their tree.  Normally going for a sad twenty dollar model, Buck splurged on a big, full Spruce.  As the snow came down they set the tree up and decorated it with ornaments stored in the attic, many untouched for a long while.  Marc made cocoa (Buck spiked his with Scotch) and they sat before the tree in stocking feet mesmerized by the twinkling lights and listening to holiday tunes.  It was a rare father/son moment.  Buck hadn't felt as content in a long while.  This upcoming one might turn out to be the best of Christmases in the Hauser home.

No one counted on the unexpected nor'easter which swept up the coast four days prior to the holiday.  Experts predicted the storm would stay to the west.  But the experts were wrong.  The eye of the storm took an unexpected turn and headed directly toward the coastal communities.  Heavy snow, accompanied by strong winds, began to fall by the two o'clock afternoon hour.  Schools enacted emergency early dismissal, businesses shut down and shoppers flocked local supermarkets for last minute supplies.  It was going to be a bad one. 

Buck closed the bar.  Ralph's Place usually remained open no matter what; it catered to local trade.  But tonight the men would be hunkering down for the oncoming storm.  The wind was already gusting, causing those flakes of snow to sting.  Buck headed straightaway for the shed out back of his house and the generator stored there.  If this was blizzard weather there was a good chance he would be in need of it; it sometimes seemed the power went out in even a mild breeze.  His son Marc, already home from school, obliged by assisting in the preparations, already excited at the prospect of being snowed in with his hunky father.

They were upstairs in their respective bedrooms changing from their wet clothing when they heard a commotion from the vestibule downstairs.  Arriving at the head of the stairway first Buck peered down at the three figures shaking themselves off.  Recognition registered and he paused for a moment, stunned, before starting down the stairs barking out, "What the fuck are you all doing here?"

"Buck, you old sum'bitch!" said the bearded one, his older brother Butch, with a toothy smile.  When Buck reached bottom they took each other in a man hug, although Buck's was a bit reserved.  For years he had harbored suspicions that Butch was fucking Greta, his wayward wife.

Turning to the oldest of the trio Buck embraced, slapped him on the back and said, "What the hell you doin' up here, Pop?"  Roch Hauser, the family patriarch, had retired to the sunshine state of Florida long ago.  Father and son had not seen each other in many years.

"Come up to spend Christmas with Butchie," the sixty-one year old explained cheerfully.  "You lookin' good, Buck.  Can't say as much for the old homestead," he added, looking around the shadowed hallway.

"Just started doing some repairs," Buck explained.  Some things never changed; Roch has always one quick to criticize.

Butch broke in.  "Pop and me was talkin' the other night about how we ain't seen you in a long while, what with him in Florida and me in Virginia.  We figured, hey, since it's Christmas why don't we take a road trip back to our old stomping grounds and surprise you."

"It's a surprise, alright," Buck replied slowly.  He wasn't exactly sure how he felt about this impromptu visit. 

"Didn't expect this fuckin' storm to blow in," Butch went on.  "Lucky we made it here when we did.  It's gettin' really bad out there.  We was gonna get a motel but figured we better hightail it over here while we could."

"Hotel, my ass," Roch interrupted.  "Buck can put us up."

"Sure, we can work something out," Buck answered, almost reluctantly.  His plans for an evening alone with his son had just gone dashing through the snow. 

"Oh, shit, I almost forgot!"  Butch reacted animatedly, turning to the third of their party.  "This here is my son, your nephew, Buster.  You ain't seen him since he wasn't more'n a baby."

Buck thrust his big hand out and the young man accepted it.  His name did not fit the boy.  He was tall and thin without being skinny.  He had longish, too-dark hair, holes in his ear lobes you could drive a dick through, and blunt finger nails painted as black as what suspiciously looked like eye liner around his orbs.  There weren't any of those Goth kids around, at least on this side of town, but his nephew would definitely fit in with them.  Buster was a direct contrast to Buck's son, a clean-cut, all-American high school sports jock.

Buster, on the other hand, had been appraising Buck since he first appeared.  The Hauser brothers were the same, but different.  Buster liked what he saw.

Tossing their coats over the banister to dry and kicking off their wet shoes the gang moved into the living room area.  Although he didn't voice it, Buck could sense his father's distaste for the shabbiness of the place.  The three guests seated themselves on the sofa; Buck took the love seat.

"Nice tree," Buster commented, moving over for a closer look at it.  The boy had a deep, resonating voice like the rest of the Hauser men.

"Drink?" Buck offered.  Roch, the senior Hauser, was always ready.  Buck poured each of them, excepting the teen, a generous amount of Scotch.  To get the chill out, of course.  He directed Buster to the kitchen in back where he could find a soft drink.  Once the boy was out of ear shot he asked, "What's up with that?"

Butch shrugged, "A phase.  Try'n tell me your boy hasn't gone through a few himself."  If ever there was an understatement that was it, Buck thought.

"Where in hell is my other grandson anyways?" Roch asked, already having drained his glass and holding it out for another.  "I ain't seen that kid in any longer'n you seen Butch's boy."

"All growed up," Buck responded proudly.  "Headed to college next fall."

"A college boy!" Roch exclaimed, slapping his thigh.  "Well, at least that's one of us Hausers making good."

"Hey, hey, Pop," Butch admonished.  "Don't sell Buster short just yet.  He'll get his shit together and do good.  He just needs to, y'know, find himself."

"Didn't know he wast lost," Roch cackled, the drink obviously working its intoxicating effect.

The older man seemed to have mellowed over the years.  Buck recalled him being a strict disciplinarian, cuffing their ears and beating ass more than a few times.  Not that it did much good. 

Marc heard the macho voices as he came down the stairs and knew they had company.  For a moment he harbored hopes of that road crew stud, Stosh, having dropped by for some Christmas cheer.  A snowy winter's evening with Stosh and his dad would have suited Marc just fine.  Instead he encountered three strangers. 

"We got company, son," Buck announced.  From the tone of his voice Marc surmised his father wasn't exactly thrilled about it.  "This old fuck here is my Pop, your Grandpop.  This ugly sonofabitch is my brother, your Uncle Butch.  And over there by the tree is his son, your cousin Buster."

Marc quickly took stock of the relatives he had only heard about but never met until now.  With his bushy beard and 'stache, thick wiry hair, beefy body and hard gut Uncle Butch immediately brought to mind old school rodeo cowboys or nomadic truckers.  There was some similarity between the Hauser brothers, although Marc thought his dad more handsome.  Both were a combination of their father, Marc's granddad.  Or, at least, what he had been at their age.  Now he had all-white Santa Claus hair, still thick as his sons, parted dead center.  A thick, bristly walrus mustache of the same shade practically covered his entire upper lip and draped down along the sides of his mouth.  Heavy creases marked his high forehead and jolly crinkles spread from the corners of his glittering speckled eyes.  The youngest, his cousin, was not unlike the few Goth kids at school, pale complected and darkly dressed. 

A good deal of hugging ensued.  Marc secretly enjoyed being taken in the burly arms of his uncle and grandfather.  He and Buster engaged in youthful fist bumping, hand slapping and finger popping which looked like too much effort for the older guys.  Soon the teens recused to Marc's upstairs bedroom.  The sound of bizarre music filtered down as the cousins became better acquainted while the elders caught up on their missing years.

With the wind howling and the falling snow drifting across the roadways it was obvious the unexpected arrivals would be guests for the night.  Roch and Butch would share the rarely used spare bedroom while Buster camped out on the living room sofa.  It was nearly midnight before they all settled down for a long winter’s nap. 

Buck awoke some time later with a start.  Something had roused him from his sleep.  Slipping from beneath the covers he padded on bare feet to the hallway with a questioning frown on his brow.  All at once it hit him.  The power had gone out, as expected, and the generator had kicked in.  Good thing, too, otherwise it would be a cold night in the old house.  Clad only in his briefs he ventured down the hall to the stairway, headed for the kitchen and a drink of water.  Boozing it up with his father and brother had left him dry mouthed.  As he passed the threshold on his left leading to the living room he paused.  The sounds he heard were definitely not Buster's snoring.  Stepping into the area he encountered a most interesting scene.

The twinkling lights of the Christmas tree reflected on the two naked teens going at it on the sofa. Buster was kneeling at the edge with his hands gripping the back of the furniture while Marc fucked him from behind.   Buck's nephew had a trim, lithe hairless body with a pair of narrow hips and a pert bottom.  His skin was so pale it was nearly alabaster, reminding Buck of a china doll.  Marc, more muscular and toned, held him by the haunches and was determinedly thrusting in and out of his ass.  Marc was well hung, like his father, and seemed to be skewering his cousin with all nine thick inches.

Buck hardly realized that his paw was inside his briefs fondling his rapidly growing cock.  Watching his son fuck this boy was a definite turn on.  Stripping off his underwear he stepped forward with a raging boner.  He approached them from the back of the couch, situated so as to separate the big room into two.  Marc saw him first and smiled widely, pleased to have his hunky father join.  Buster's pussy squeezed Marc extra tight when he caught sight of the virile, handsome beefy bear standing before him on the other side of the sofa.  Buck grabbed a fistful of the teen's spiky black hair, lifted his head back and guided the teen's mouth to his lengthy tool.  Buster obediently began nursing the fat head.  Buck reached over to cup his son around the back of the neck and bring him forward.  He clamped his hungry mouth to Marc's and thrust his monster tongue deep into the boy's open maw.  Father and son's tongues swirled together as they engaged in a noisy, spit soaked lip lock.

Buster nuzzled Buck's rigid fuck tool, licking its magnificent length and tasting the mansap which had begun to leak.  He took it to the back of his throat and enthusiastically worked the throbbing member.  Without breaking the serious lip lock with his son, Buck took the dark haired boy by the back of the head with both hands and began fucking his face.  Buster gagged when the virile stud pounded his prime cut of beef into his craw but he valiantly took it. Although his painted eyes were tearing he ate every one of his uncle's manly nine inches. Buck's fat, hairy balls slapped against his chin each time he drove deep.  Buster didn't know which he preferred more: the love muscle deep in his throat or the one furiously jack hammering his pussy.  They were equally pleasurable.  Although initially reluctant to make this trip and meet his family Buster was now glad he had.  They could be snowed in 'til the new year, for all he cared.

With his hands pressing on the small of his Goth cousin's back Marc rammed his cock far as he could up Buster's hole.  It was a rare occasion when he got ass; usually he was the one getting pounded.  The exception was Georgie Hilliard, bi married brother of Ralph, who owned the bar where he, Marc, worked the basement room on weekends.  Georgie was a dude with a hungry cunt.  So, it seemed, was Cousin Buster.  The kid's tight asshole was really grabbing his dick, milking it with his pussy muscles, as Marc heatedly plunged in and out.  Buster was really into the fuck, grunting around the cock in his mouth and squeezing Marc's ram charger like a glove.  Whereas they appeared to come from different worlds when it came to taking dick they were equally matched. 

When Butch padded down the stairs on big bare feet and passed on his way to the bathroom at the back of the house he was just groggy enough not to notice the debauchery taking place in the living room.  It was on his return trip that he detected what sounded like grunts and groans.  Figuring Buster had fallen asleep with the television on once again he stepped into the area.  Standing in the doorway wearing nothing more than his boxers Butch balled his hands into fists and rubbed his eyes, uncertain for a moment of what he was observing.  Sure enough, there was his boy Buster getting boned by Marc and Buck.  A wry smile broke out on his bearded face and his eyes twinkled with excitement as he dropped his drawers and stepped up to the threesome.

Buck hardly reacted when Butch appeared on the scene.  It wasn't as if his cock wasn't buried root deep in his brother's son's gullet.  And the raging hardon which had sprouted from Butch's hairy groin spoke volumes.  It was a Hauser dick, for sure, big, fat and randy.

"My Buster sure gives good head, don't he, brother?" Butch asked as he came up behind Marc, standing directly across the sofa from his brother, and grabbed hand's full of his nephew's smooth bucking muscle butt.  "Your boy has a real nice bottom," he added.  "You don't mind if I fuck it, do ya?  I mean, seeing as you've got your dick down my Buster's throat and all."

"Fuck him hard!" Buck growled.  "That's the way the kid likes it."

Butch clucked his tongue as his thick middle finger dug between Marc's sloped ass cheeks and found his love button.  "Must run in their generation of Hausers because Buster's the same.  Wants his hole fucked rough and tough."

"Hope to have me a sample," Buck said as his hard shaft glided over Buster's wet tongue.  The garbled response from the dark haired boy was encouraging.  "Assume you've already tried it out, brother."

"What do you think, brother?" Butch snorted while rubbing his full hard on through Marc's silky smooth ass trench.  "And you?"

During tell-all conversation Buck was more casually fucking Buster's face, giving the boy more opportunity to suck on his hard tool.  "Marc's a popular boy.  Much in-demand," Buck revealed.  "But I manage to get a few licks in every now and again."  Marc smiled knowingly at his father as he continued to ride Buster's ass while being man-handled by his uncle.  Their father/son moments were much more frequent than Buck was letting on.

Releasing a trail of saliva which landed smack dab on the head of his engorged prick Buck pressed it to Marc's ass ring.  "You should see little Buster here when I bring home some of the guys from the plant."  He whistled.  "This boy is in hog heaven!"  Buster gargled affirmatively around Buck's tasty meat.

"Is that a fact?" Buck responded, taking Buster by the back of his head again, purposely sending his cock directly down the boy's throat and holding it there while he choked and gagged.  "Seems Marc can give his cousin a few lessons.  My boy can take some of the biggest, fattest cocks you've ever seen with no effort."  He released sputtering Buster, who gasped for breath but nevertheless held his mouth wide open for Buck's return. 

"Is that a fact?" Butch asked interestedly as he steadied Marc and wedged his cock knob through the teen's flexing pussy lips.  "Do tell."  Marc's butthole was literally chewing on the ridge of his crown and luring it deeper inside.

Again Buck slid his meat down Buster's throat as he revealed, "My boy's a regular toilet tramp over at the bar."  It wasn't entirely the truth.  Marc had graduated from the piss-scented rest room to the specially constructed dungeon in the bowels of the building.  Buck figured his brother didn't need to know about their side business.  At least, not yet.

"Ralphie still own that joint?"  Butch inquired.  When Buck nodded affirmatively he went on, "How 'bout Georgie?  Still switch hittin'?  What about Hank?  He still alive?  And Clyde?  Damn, they must be near---- OHHHH....OHHHHHHHHH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT!!"  Butch nearly buckled over with eyes and mouth agape when Marc reared back and his nine thick inches were engulfed by his nephew's ass.  The entire sheath was wickedly pulsing around his prick and it felt as though there was something deep inside the kid's guts sucking on his buried knob.  Butch had never felt anything comparable.  His hands went right to Marc's trim hips to steady himself while the boy resumed fucking Buster.  Each time Marc thrust into the teen Butch's big cock glided nearly out; when Marc withdrew Butch's cock rammed into him again.  And Marc wasn't giving a slow, comfortable screw to young Buster.  He was really wailing into the boy, thusly rapidly shoving his ass back and forth on uncle dick.

Buck amped up his efforts to match his son's, fucking Buster's tight throat with his massive prick.  The kid was a real trouper, that much was for sure.  Buck shoved himself straight down Buster's throat until the kid's nose was buried in his man bush.   Buster's throat muscles valiantly accommodated him.  All the while Buck's eyes were locked with those of his son, reading the extreme pleasure displayed in those emerald orbs.  A random thought suddenly crossed his mind and Buck glanced at his brother realizing, if not for the first time, that Butch, although glazed by hedonistic lust, had identical peepers!  He had long wondered if Butch had been fucking Greta around the time Marc was conceived.  Could it be that the boy he raised was actually his brother's biological son?  That right now Butch was fucking his own offspring?  That Marc was actually fucking his own half-brother?

Such thoughts went to the wayside as Buck recognized the telltale signs of orgasm coming from Marc.  It was inevitable.  With his dick plowing asshole while another plundered his own there was only so much a young man could take.  Marc was a good looking kid as it was but when he reached the plateau of sexual fulfillment he was absolutely breath taking.  Just looking at him was enough to make Buck cum.  The boy was panting thickly, brows were knotted in a concentrated frown, eyes were squeezed tightly closed and he was worrying his fleshy lips.  His already sports-toned body tensed, muscles and arteries tightening and bulging.  Throwing his head back against Butch's strong shoulder he released a breathy sigh and Buck knew he'd popped.  Marc's breath was ragged and panting as he creamed Buster's insides with his abundant boy load.   His asshole clenched tight, its wild contractions wreaking pleasant havoc on Butch's cock.  Butch wrapped his hairy bear arms around Marc's chest and held him tight against him throughout the remainder of his release.

Finally spent, Marc collapsed back onto the sofa next to Buster looking up at his beefy uncle.  Seated near the edge he lifted his legs and held them apart, revealing the moist hole ready for more action.  Butch was above him almost instantly, his big hands planted against the sofa's back and toes braced on the floor.  Without hesitation Butch crammed his cock into Marc's ass and began pounding him mercilessly.  Marc valiantly took every savage thrust, latching his fingers onto Butch's swollen tits under his pelt of fur and working them beyond the point of endurance, prompting his uncle to fuck him even more furiously.

With Buster's hole finally free Buck moved in.  Coming around the sofa dick first he slapped his hands on the boy's rump and stretched his cheeks apart.  Buster's ass was not as contoured and muscular as Marc's but it was just as smooth and pliable.  Looking back over his shoulder at his big, beefy uncle Buster undulated his narrow hips and winked his hole to further entice the man.  With a low growl Buck flipped the boy so he was positioned like Marc, pressed the fat head of his cock to his ass lips and popped inside.  Previously breached by Marc the smooth pink slit easily accepted his man-sized cock.  Clenching his teeth Buck violently jammed his prick into the dark-haired teen until his nuts loudly slapped against butt cheeks when he bottomed out.  Buster's facial expression was one of pure euphoria.  Buck was well aware he possessed a stellar cock.  And knew how to use it, too. 

"Fuck my boy!" Butch invited.  "Fuck 'em good and hard, brother."

"Don't mind if I do, brother," Buck countered as he commenced deep-fucking Buster's boy cunt.  Buster shivered with delight as his uncle thrust all nine fat inches through his teen cunt and tore up his sensitive prostate.  Like father, like son, he thought as the virile, handsome man raped his pussy.  He wasn't sure which he preferred.  Why in heck, he wondered, hadn't they had a family reunion long before this?

"You like that, boy?" Butch was looking down into Marc's stunning face. 

"Fuck yeah, Uncle Butch" Marc managed breathlessly.  "You've got a hot cock."

Marc's praise heightened Butch's performance.  He shifted into higher gear, really pounding fuck out of Marc's pussy.  Buck couldn't help but steal glances at the duo beside him and once again wonder about Marc's paternity.  Had Butch ever suspected that he might be the sperm donor who fathered the boy?  Is that why he was so energetically fucking him?  Buck supposed they would never know for sure.  Far as he was concerned Marc was his son and always would be.  There was no point harboring suspicions.  Still ...

With such thoughts intensifying his lust Buck ground his meat around in Buster's guts, making the Goth teen squirm.  He pulled his dick out part way before savagely slamming it back in.  His fat prong crashed into Buster again and again with hard, forceful thrusts to match those of Butch, causing his nephew to whimper with ecstasy.  Side by side the Hauser brothers drilled boy butt while the twinkling tree lights reflected over their naked glistening bodies.  From the looks of steamy ardor on the teens it was apparent they also were relishing every moment of the torrid fuck. 

Through heavy, fluttering eyelids Marc looked over to Buster, recognizing his euphoria.  Of all people Marc knew what a hot fuck his Dad threw.  So, it seemed, did Uncle Butch.  Buster's head happened to roll in his direction.  The boys stared steamily into each other's sex glazed eyes.  Marc was the first to make a move, mashing his lips against his cousin's and kissing him hungrily.  Buster responded in kind, plunging his wet tongue into Marc's mouth.  Marc greedily sucked on it as he shoved his muscle to the back of the other boy's palate.  They kissed ravenously as their holes were plugged by dad meat, bruising lips, swirling tongue and tasting each other's spit.

"Well, what have we got goin' on here?" an amused voice queried in a non-threatening way.  "Thought you must've fallen in the head when you didn't come back from takin' a leak, Butchie.  Whyn't you all let me know there was fuckin' goin' on?"  It was, of course, the patriarch of the Hauser fam, Roch, who was already peeling off his holiday-red Long Johns.

"Sorry, Pop," Butch replied without losing a fuck beat.  "Thought you'd knocked off."

"Shit, boy, I may be old but you know I'm always up for fucking."  Back in the day Roch Hauser had been as built and beefy as his sons.  Now he was slim, but still showed some of his youthful muscularity.  His chest wore a pelt of white fluff to match his dense 'stache and still-thick hair.  And his cock was as randy as ever.  He came up between his two rutting sons, slapped Buck on the back and commented, "L'il Buster's got a nice pussy on him, don't he?  Been fuckin' it since he crawled into my bed one night awhile back."  To Butch, "How's the pussy on my other grandson?"

"Fine, Pop," Butch grunted and grinned.  "Real fine!"

Now he slapped Butch on the back.  "Well, you get it nice and warmed up for me, Butchie.  I'm gonna be wantin' to get some of my grandson's pussy."  Then, as an afterthought, "If that's okay with you, Buck."

Buck shrugged his big shoulders.  "Why not?"  Most of the guys on this side of town had a piece of Marc, so why should be deprive his old man.  Besides, the kid really seemed to get off on old men.

While his two he-men sons plundered the assholes of the sex crazed teens Roch climbed up on the sofa between them (with a little assist from both Buck and Butch), rested his butt against the back and thrust out his pelvis.  Roch had one heck of a dense bush, although not all-white like the rest of the hair on his body, and the granddaddy of cocks jutting out from it.  Marc's eyes flared and he licked his lips expectantly.  Grandpa was hung!  By now an expert at sizing, Marc figured a perfect ten, making it an inch longer than the man's sons and just as pleasingly thick.  Opening wide, he took the fat knob into his mouth.  Marc curled his lips under the ridge of the fruit-shaped head and slovenly sucked on it, savoring the familiar taste of geriatric cock.  From the other side Buster latched onto his granddad's low-hanging sac and slathered it with his tongue.

Continuing to pump the next generation's guts full of the second generation's burly meat both Buck and Butch took in the sight of their sons feasting on their father's club.  Butch looked to Buck, Buck looked to Butch and their handsome faces broke into awed smiles.  The old guy still had it in him.  No wonder they and their sons were horndogs.  It must run in the Hauser genes.

Marc wrapped a fist (or, at least, tried to) around Roch's plump prick and pumped the swollen rod while he tongued the piss slit.  Old guys were usually good for leaking and Marc had developed a taste for their golden nectar.  Buster was really chowing down on Gramps' nuts, his ruby lips outstretched to the limit as he sucked in the entire package.  His effort actually pulled Roch's arced cock down so that it pointed nearly straight out at Marc, who used the advantageous position to gobble the dick down his throat.  Roch's body bucked, he sighed and, for a moment, his sons thought he might actually lose consciousness.  Even Buster was impressed. 

"Oh yes, grandson," he moaned hoarsely.  "Deep throat that bitch!"

Marc held the cock in the deepest recesses of his craw, enjoying the way it pulsated there.  When he eventually pulled back Buster dove on it, although not quite as successfully.  He managed to take better than three-quarters of the mammoth rod but, try as he might, couldn't get his lips around the hairy root.  Making a mental note to have his newfound cousin coach him on his impressive technique Buster gave up the cock, choking when the head slipped from his wet lips.  Marc effortlessly went down on it again, but this time pistoned his face back and forth, fucking his throat with the delectable dong while Uncle Butch ravaged his boy-pussy.

Roch was in a degree of nirvana with gaping mouth and head tossed back on his shoulders as he stared unseeing into the darkness of the drop ceiling.  This hungry cocksucking grandson could give a man his age a coronary!  Young Marc was taking him right down to the fat base of his dick each time.  It felt so fucking good in the tight confines of his throat.  The older he got the longer it seemed it took for him to cum (a fact which hadn't bothered Buster, or him, in the least) but Roch was fairly certain he was already close to the point.  It was a Christmas miracle!

Butch was the one to unwittingly save his father from premature release.  (Although, Roch later thought, even if he had popped then and there he actually believed this grandson could have recharged his engine.)   But, having feverishly observed his nephew devouring that big senior Hauser cock Butch wanted to feed his cock all the way down Marc's gullet.

"Hey Pop, you want some pussy?" he offered.  Roch thought about it a moment, not all that sure he wanted to give up the lads' luscious face holes.  Wasn't all that often anymore that he had two cuties battling over his cock. 

"Marc," Buck barked, getting his son's attention.  "Tell your Gramps you want it."

Marc gargled up Roch's cock, which was immediately devoured by Buster, looked up at the old mustached man and cooed, "Fuck, yeah, Grandpa.  Get on my ass!"

Who was he to deny a handsome horny teen, Roch mused as he made his way down from his perch.  Butch pulled his cock out with an audible slurp and stepped aside while his father got into position.   Rubbing the back of a hand across his mouth to swipe away spittle Marc had his eyes on the grandfather cock poised to breach his pucker.  For an old guy Gramps had a beauty, nicely long and thick with a fat, fleshy head and stiff as an excited teen's.  Then again, all the "golden agers" were ramrod hard when around him.  For weeks Marc had harbored the fantasy of a lockdown in the male ward of the old-timer’s facility on the other side of town.  Those fellas hadn't had any in a long while, probably forgot what it was like, and he would delight in showing them.  But for now he had a prime specimen right in front of him and Grandpa was moving in for the kill.

Marc wiggled his cute ass and winked his hole to tease the old man.  Roch's normally arthritic knees seemed to have an instant cure as he hunkered down on level with the devilish baitor’s hinds.  As he rubbed his glans against the delightfully smooth hole he was momentarily stunned when the slick pair of lips reached out and greedily grasped the head of his cock.  Roch thrust, spread his grandson's pussy lips and easily popped inside.  Sighing as a wet warmth enveloped his member he pushed his way deeper into Marc's ass.  The cock glided through smooth, wet and slippery membranes until a good eight inches of dick was buried inside the boy.  One final shove and his wooly bush was flush against the teen's spread and all fat ten inches were deep inside his grasping pussy.

Both Buck and Butch gaped at the lurid sight of their old man looking every bit the stud with his schlong fully immersed in the hairless boy hole.  Already a handsome boy, Marc looked positively dreamy.  Buck recognized the look.  It was the one Marc got when he fully appreciated the cock, the same that cast over his good looking features whenever Buck screwed him.  Grandpa's dick was hitting all the right spots and making him frantic with wanton desire.  Marc squeezed his well-trained inner muscles around the big family cock, encouraged by the low growl that rose from somewhere deep in his granddad's hairy chest.  He didn't need a big fat man coming down the chimney (although he would hardly have sent him away).  With his snow white hair, matching walrus mustache and twinkling eyes Grandpa Roch was his personal Santa.  And boy, what a gift he'd delivered!

When Roch began to pull back Marc clamped down on the thick base, selfishly wanting it to remain there, throbbing as it was inside him.  Roch won the match slowly and, for Marc, painfully withdrew inch after inch from the depths of his grandson's bowels.  His wet head broke free, leaving Marc empty and hopelessly writhing in front of him in desperation, his abandoned pussy flexing open, then closed, begging to be filled again.  It was too much to resist.  Roch emitted a bestial growl, plugged the boy hole and began savagely fucking him. 

While a tad jealous that his cousin was the one getting grandpa's big dick Buster had more than enough to handle with Uncle Buck.  The strong, beefy bear had a demanding cock which was repeatedly heaving into his convulsing pussy.  Buster valiantly withstood the assault from Buck's pummeling hips.  In truth, it was exactly what he wanted. The more Buck fucked him, the more Buster's attraction for his uncle grew.  His head rocked from side to side and he chewed on his painted lower lip as he began to feel his oncoming orgasm.  He knew that, although it would be stellar, it would not mean the end of things.  Once Daddy Butch had fucked him straight through three gut wrenching explosions.  He was sure that with Uncle Buck he could exceed that record.

Just when his son began writhing, panting and shooting bullets of cum Butch got between his father and Marc, hunkered down facing the teen with the heat from his manhole washing over his nephew's chest.  He placed a hand under the salacious teen's chin to maneuver him into position and sunk his cock into Marc's mouth.  Marc was right on it, sucking his uncle's prick with youthful gusto while Gramps pounded his pussy.  Butch reveled in the silky wetness of his nephew's nursing mouth.  Marc's hands were on his ass, attempting to pull him closer.  If the kid wanted more, Butch wasn't about to deny him.  He drove himself into the youngster's maw and moaned loudly when his entire unit slipped down Marc's throat.  Holding on to the back of the sofa he began thrusting his dick in and out of the basketball jock's mouth, sending it deep with each deliberate thrust.  Marc continually slurped on the pistoning dick, even managing to slip his tongue from his gaping mouth to tickle Butch's hairy nuts on the in stroke.  

Observing from the corner of his eye Buck was struck once again with the possibility that Butch could be the one who impregnated Greta over seventeen years ago and gave Marc life.  If true, he was fucking his own son's face and didn't know.  Not that it really mattered.  Was obvious he'd been doing his boy Buster.  Same as Buck with Marc.  It was a confused situation.  If Greta hadn't been such a whore there would be no question of Marc's paternity.  As it was, there were several possibilities.  Marc had the Hauser features, including the size and shape of his dick, which narrowed it down to two.  Unless, of course, Roch had dipped his wick in her, making him the boy's daddy.  Part of him knew he should let sleeping dogs lie but he couldn't dismiss his curiosity.  It was something Buck needed to pursue.

The burning question took a back seat as Buck began to spasm and realized he was suddenly dangerously close.  With a guttural bellow he grabbed Buster by the waist, sunk his fuck meat deep in the lad's guts and blew his wad.  His big body heaved uncontrollably as one surge after another roared up and out of his massive staff.  Buster felt every orgasmic explosion way up in pussy as Uncle Buck bred him.  For certain, the Hauser brothers came like stallions.  Buster's prick was rock hard and anxious to get off again.

Drained, for now, Buck rolled off Buster and wedged himself between the two teens while he regrouped.  Turning his head to the side his brother's cock deep fucking Marc's mouth was practically in his face.  To the other side of him Buster's legs were still up while he frantically fingered his pussy and jerked his meat.  Buck slid a big hand down between the boy's thighs and pushed two of his large digits into the hole he'd just creamed.  Buster ground his ass against Buck's hand while the handsome older man finger fucked his shitter.  His eyes flared as he realized big Buck's cock had never gone down.  It remained as stiff and majestic as ever, giving the lusty teen hope that he'd have it in him again.

But Roch had other ideas.  Here he was in the enviable position of having two horny grandsons at his disposal.  Incredible as Marc was, he was a man who wanted it all.  Marc garbled a protest around Butch's battering cock when Roch pulled free of his grasping pussy and moved to the other boy.  Buck held Buster's pussy lips open as Roch pushed himself into the gaping pink rosette.  A hard, throbbing ten inches of cock effortlessly sunk into the cum-lubricated hole.  Roch began to fuck his other grandson exhibiting the stamina of a much younger man.  Both Buck and Butch were duly impressed.  Pops was a stud!

"Sweet grandson pussy!" Roch muttered as he thrust back and forth in Buster's hole.  "Best Christmas presents ever!"  Grandpa had gotten run over by lust this holiday season.

Butch and Buck snickered at each other amusedly.  Buck once more took notice of his brother's cock repeatedly sinking between Marc's wet, chewing lips as he stroked his own hard dick and said, "How's about you and me giving the boy a real holiday fuck?"

"What you got in mind, brother?" Butch grunted, once more burying his entire thick length in the boy's throat. 

"Get the fuck off him and I'll show you."  His mouth full of fat dick Marc looked at his Dad from the corner of his eye, excited by whatever enticing gift Buck had in mind.  Over the past months, since Buck learned of his proclivities, daddy dearest never failed to surprise and entice him with new thrilling ways for both of them to get off.  He couldn't wait to find out what Buck had in mind for Uncle Butch.

Butch climbed off Marc while Buck scooted the boy over to make more room on the over-occupied sofa.  Scrunched back low on the cushions with his strong, hairy legs spread and his massive Hauser dick arced upward he guided Marc to straddle his waist, facing him.  Marc eagerly scampered into place and lowered his hinds to meet his father's fat dick head.  Buck had both paws around the base of his meat holding it steady for the boy.  Butch was awed by the sheer perfection of his nephew's finely shaped ass.  It seemed deliciously obscene to imagine a hard, thick cock defiling it.  But that was exactly what Buck's man rod was doing.  Marc bounced up and down and ground his ass around on the fat prick taking more and more until his jock pussy was filled with his father's third leg.  He sat there on the dick, his hands on Buck's pecs for support, and squeezed the hairy root with his sphincter.

Buck glanced over his boy's shoulder and scowled at Butch.  "What you waitin' for, brother?  Climb on!"

Butch's eyes widened. "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?" 

"You never doubled down with your boy?" Buck asked, almost mockingly.

Butch shook his head.  "C-can he handle it?  We're both pretty big."

Buck snorted.  "I've known him to take three, ain't that right, son?"  The photographs of those three huge black Williams dicks up Marc's lily white ass was forever embedded in his memory.

"Three!  Holy fuck!"  Butch's hard dick gave an excited jump.

"What in fuck are you waitin' on?"  Roch chided.  "Get your dick up in the boy's pussy before I do!"  Buster, having none of that, clamped down even harder on Roch's pummeling piece.

Butch nearly stumbled forward, holding his dick by the base.  Marc's smooth ass was propped up and out, giving Butch a lewd view of his boy pussy filled with Buck's meat.  Marc rose to release a little better than half of Buck's prick and Butch hunkered down, buddying his dick belly to belly with his brother's.  Prodding it against the seemingly stuffed hole he was somewhat surprised when Marc's hole yawned wider and it popped inside.  Breathlessly he speared onward, riding Buck's dick deeper and deeper into the boy's hungry trench.  Marc moaned as both family cocks spread his pussy.  Butch growled, shoved one last time and dragged all of Buck's rod along with his gut deep inside the boy.

"Ah, fuck!" he exhaled, tossing back his head.  "Tight, hot pussy!"  With his hands on Marc's trim hips he set the pace, pistoning his prick in and out of the boy.  He shoved in jingle-ball's deep each time, fully aroused by the smooth tightness of Marc's snatch around his cock and the heat emanating from Buck's dick as it throbbed against his.  Buck planted his hands under Marc's buttocks to elevate boy, allowing him to join Butch and pump his dick up into his son.  Their big dicks worked together as one, pushing up into young Marc's pussy and then pulling back.  Marc's youthfully muscular body trembled with pleasure sandwiched between his father and uncle.  Looking down into his father's determined face he couldn't resist the urge to plant his mouth on Buck's and engage in a hungry kiss.  They devoured each other's mouths, crushing lips and sucking tongue while Buck held his boy with a hand behind his neck.  When the incestuous kiss broke Marc raised and looked over his shoulder to his panting uncle.  Butch read the desire in the boy's sultry eyes and roughly covered Marc's mouth with his own.  Marc filled his uncle's mouth with his tongue and kissed him hungrily.  Butch moaned sexily and ground his cock into the boy more forcefully than before.

Impressed by what he was seeing from this nephew Roch decided he wanted to give that double action a try.  Butch reluctantly gave up his place and sunk his cock into his son, Buster, while Roch filled up Marc's pussy along with Buck.  Marc gave Roch some tongue as well, turned on by the way grandpa's bushy white 'stache felt against his face.  Cocks pounded in and out of boy pussy as the wind howled and heavy snowflakes hit the windows.  Buck managed to muscle his way out from under Marc and joined his brother in introducing Buster to the ecstatic art of double penetration.  Roch, a bit fatigued from all the fucking, sat back on the sofa and let Marc take over.  Marc hopped on grandpa's lap and energetically bounced up and down on his indomitable dick.  Positions and partners changed again and again.  The room reeked of male testosterone and sweat.  It seemed the Hauser men were unstoppable.

Finally, this time with Roch's dick up his ass and Buck's down his throat, Buster was the first to lose his nut.  The kid looked like bacon sizzling in a hot pan as he thrashed and shot wads of teen cum.  Breathing huskily, Buck let loose with a torrent of thick, hot jizz which Buster hungrily scarfed down.  Grandpa Roch had started moaning but Buster wasn't the one he wanted to give his load to.  On shaky legs he managed to wrangle his way over to Marc, thrust his cock up alongside Butch's and left a surprisingly hefty deposit.  His father's ejaculation sparked Butch's own release.  With a deep, strangled cry he shot deep inside Marc's cunt, dousing his nephew with rapid fire cum pellets.  While the spent elders fell back Marc scampered over to climb atop Buster, shoved his dick in his cousin's hole and began frantically rabbit fucking him.  It wasn't long before he was panting and getting off in the other boy's puss.  Finally spent he lay there atop Buster, mouth to mouth, sharing some family passion.  Watching the boys go at each other only served to respark the ardor in the older men.  But, with the way the storm was raging, they knew there would be a few more housebound days to indulge.

Late next morning, with the others still asleep after the previous evening's events and snow continuing to fall, brothers Hauser met in the kitchen where Buck was brewing coffee.  Butch scratched his nuts, went to the bathroom to take a leak and then joined Buck for a strong cup.  As they stood there leaning against the counter both still nude and shooting the shit Buck broached the burning question.

"Greta showed up here a few weeks back," he informed Butch.

"No shit!"  Butch looked surprised.  "How'd that go?"

Buck shrugged his big shoulders. "She wanted to take Marc.  That wasn't happening."

"Yeah, well, can't blame you on that.  Sorry, brother, but she was nothin' but a whore."

"Fuck, I knew that when I married her," Buck snorted.  Pausing, he finally ventured on.  "You ever fuck her?"

Butch clucked his tongue and said, "Shit, just about everybody did."

"Was that before or after we got wed up?"  Buck wanted to know.

Although he looked a bit sheepish, Butch admitted.  "Before.  Just before.  Only once.  Sorry brother, but it was the night before your wedding."

So Butch fit in the time line.  He fucked Greta just prior to the nuptials.  Buck and Ralph fucked her the night of.  And who knew how many others.  Although they really didn't matter.  Marc had definite Hauser features combined with the better of his mother's. 

"Look, Buck, I think I know where you're goin' with this," Butch told him.  "Let it go.  He's your son.  Even if he's not, he is.  I have a son, Buster."

Buck looked at him long and hard, nodded and then slapped him on the back saying, "C'mon, let’s go wake the others.  We got snow to shovel.   And more fuckin’ to do."

Happy Holidays to all my faithful readers!