Uncle Mike Comes to Visit

This story was inspired by A4F Tales' story "Black Sheep."

I was home from college for the first time of my Freshman year and I was enjoying the downtime from a busy semester. School was kicking my ass, though I guess my grades ended up OK. And like most guys, I'd spent my first semester exploring the fun side of college life: parties, sex, and just meeting new friends.

It had been a big time in my life. I'd come out the summer before heading off. My parents were super supportive, my Mom's a big old liberal and my Dad's always been my biggest fan, maybe because I was his son and only child. Dad did take me aside for a weird talk before I left, telling me to be safe and warning me to look out for myself. I think he had this stereotypical idea of gay guys as promiscuous and untrustworthy, and that kind of bugged me, but I chalked it up to Dad being his cautious, protective self.

Thing was, Dad was kind of right. I enjoyed learning to be sexually active and exploring connections with guys. I went on dates and had hookups, at least once a week, maybe more. But holy hell I met a lot of fucked up guys. Weird, controlling older dudes, guys my age who seemed normal but turned out to be drama queens, dudes with odd sexual fetishes.

And, sure, I was working through my own issues, least of which was my conceited nature. I'd hit the gym hard since graduation and had put on ten pounds of muscle on my lean soccer-jock frame. Between that and my guy-next-door looks and a large dick, I was usually convinced there was a hotter guy out there for me than the one I was on a date with.

So I was glad to enjoy the peace and quiet of being back home after the semester was done. Not doing much other than some last minute Christmas shopping.

That quiet lasted only until two days before Christmas when the doorbell rang. Each year my Uncle Mike, dad's brother, came to visit us. He's a state trooper down in North Carolina and now had enough seniority to get a few days off around the holidays.

Our living room looked onto the entryway of the house, and I watched in amusement as Dad bounded for the door like an excited kid, opening up and greeting his younger brother with a deep rumble of a voice.

"Come on in, little buddy," he said.

Mike stepped in, his face flushed red from the cold outside, his blue eyes beaming with excitement. "Don't 'little buddy me', Steve, I can still whoop your ass." And with that he set down his duffle bag and put up his fists to give Dad some soft mock punches to the gut. Dad responded in kind, playfully sparring with his brother before they started laughing and clenched in a bear hug.

It was the wildest thing, and every year I got a kick out of it. You almost wouldn't think the two were related. Dad's the quiet, button-down conservative type, whereas Uncle Mike's loud, rambunctious and sometimes inappropriate but with his heart on his sleeve.

And there was the physical difference between the two Collins men. They had similar facial features and the same blue eyes but nothing else was the same. Dad's tall, about 6'3", with a leaner build, kind of stoically handsome looks, and brown hair getting some flecks of gray at the temples. My uncle meanwhile is 5'11" and very muscular. He'd been a football player in high school, had gone in to the Marines after graduation, and now had the imposing build you'd expect from a state trooper. Like me, his hair was blond, though now it was thinning on top and unlike me my uncle kept his trimmed in a tidy buzzcut that made him look even more masculine.

On paper the brothers were opposites, but somehow when my Uncle came to visit, Dad's personality did a 180. His Southern accent even came out. He started cracking jokes. I know it drove Mom crazy, but family is family. Besides, Uncle Mike is a hard guy not to like. He always complimented my mom and praised her cooking, and he always doted on me. Mike was the perpetual bachelor, never successful in relationships, and he seemed to love the family life his brother had.

"And look at you College Boy," my uncle bellowed as he saw me standing up to greet him. "Alex Collins all grown up."

"Yes, Uncle Mike," I said, a little embarrassed. He gave me a hug.

"Hope you're ignoring all those lectures Steve likes to give," he grinned. I blushed. "Yeah, you are...!" Turning to Dad, he said, "You raised a smart kid, Steve-O."

"Stop corrupting the poor guy," Dad laughed.

***

That's how the whole afternoon and evening went. Dad and Uncle Mike ribbing each other, joking as we all caught up. Mike seemed to have a million questions about how college was going, more than my parents did even.

Even though my parents usually didn't drink more than a glass of wine with dinner, they were pretty relaxed about alcohol, as long as I wasn't overdoing it or driving. So I wasn't surprised when Dad offered me a beer with dinner. When Uncle Mike visited, Dad always drank beer rather than wine.

I think Mom was exhausted from seeing her husband in extrovert mode, because by 9 she said she was going up to read before bed.

Dad suggested we go down to the basement den, where a couch and TV was set up. It wasn't exactly a man cave, but I'd spent a lot of time as a teenager down there playing video games or watching TV, just to have some private space. Now two generations of Collins men were plopping on the couch as Dad put on one of those dumb comedies that he and Uncle Mike liked. You know... Animal House, Caddyshack, the Will Farrell movies.... they were OK, I guess, but I'd seen them a million times and heard Dad and Uncle Mike repeat the jokes almost twice as much.

But a good thing about a familiar film is we felt free to keep talking during it, sipping on our beers and talking about boring stuff. Uncle Mike went upstairs at one point and came back with a bottle of good bourbon. It was a trip to see my strait-laced Dad excitedly watch Mike pour us all an inchful in our glasses. And a surprise he didn't stop my uncle from pouring me one, too.

"This stuff's for sipping, Alex," my uncle instructed, "So go easy."

The burn was great, a nice compliment to the vanilla-sweet flavor. "Fuck, that's good." I usually didn't curse around my Dad like this, but I was getting buzzed.

Mike slapped my back. "That a boy. You got great taste."

"Don't turn my boy into a lush, Mikey," Dad playfully whined.

Mike scoffed. "The kid's got more sense than you, bro." He looked over at me. "Don't ya, A?"

It was fun as hell to gang up on Dad, knowing that was part of the Dad and Uncle Mike show. "You bet, Uncle Mike," I grinned.

Mike leaned back into the couch cushion and let out a big laugh. It was a good thing we were down in the basement because Mike has only two volumes, loud and louder.

I could tell the alcohol was softening my defenses because I was starting to perv on my uncle. It wasn't the first time, but as I took in his beefy body, the muscle packed into a plaid button down shirt and faded jeans, I felt the overwhelming attraction to the man and how hot he was. I tried imagining him in his trooper uniform and that made a deep heat emanate inside me that wasn't simply the bourbon.

It was made worse by the those twinkling blue eyes as Mike looked at me. "So, A... you breaking men's hearts at college?"

I stammered, feeling embarrassed to talk about dating with my uncle or my dad for that matter. On top of which, while I knew Dad had told Mike I was gay, I really had no idea what my state trooper uncle thought of the fact.

Apparently he was fine with it. The man ribbed me with his elbow. "Hell yeah, you are. You're a Collins man through and through. Good looking stud enjoying playing the field. You should have seen your old man in college. A different girlfriend every Christmas."

"Damnit, Mikey," Dad half-objected but in a tone that said he didn't really mind. "My son doesn't need to hear that."

Mike grinned. "OK, OK. You don't need to hear that, Alex," he winked at me, making me laugh.

It was awesome hanging out with the guys, it made me feel grown up. And, yeah, I liked seeing the new side of Dad. I loved my father and got along great with him, but maybe a part of me wished he was a little more like Uncle Mike. Less strict, less serious.

It was getting pretty late and they showed no signs of slowing down. Another beer, another bourbon. I was drunk and tired. I finally got up and said good night.

"Drink extra water and pop an aspirin before bed, kiddo, or you're gonna have an award-winning hangover tomorrow," Uncle Mike warned in an uncharacteristic lecture.

"Aye aye, sir," I answered in a mock salute.

I made my way upstairs and did as my uncle suggested, drinking an extra glass of water. I'd probably have to pee in the middle of the night, but so be it. I stopped in to the bathroom to relieve myself and brush my teeth. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked a lot like Uncle Mike, similar hair color, similar eyes, same ruddy cheeks. Only my build was slimmer and taller, like Dad's, though I'd bulked up a lot and now looked like a college soccer player, no longer a high schooler.

As I went up to my bedroom, I realized I didn't have my phone. I must have left it downstairs. I guess I could have waited until morning, but like a lot of people my age, I feel lost without it.

I made my way downstairs and to the basement again.

I was halfway down the basement hallway to the den when I stopped dead in my tracks. Even in my drunk state I realized something was off. The TV was muted and I heard sounds of kissing. Fuck, it couldn't be, could it?

It was. I stepped into sightline of the couch and saw my father and my uncle making out. Like crazy fevered kissing, groping.

"I thought he'd never leave," Dad said as they broke their kiss. Mike was reclining on the couch, mostly obscured from my view by the end of the couch and Dad was on top of him, like a lover.

I could see Mike's big paws running up and down Dad's shirt when my father leaned up. "Fuck, Steve, it's been too long. You said you were going to come visit."

"I know." I could tell Dad felt bad. His hands were down touching Uncle Mike, I had to presume on his beefy chest. Apparently he was as turned on by it as me. "Why don't I make it up to you?"

"Fuck yeah, bro," I heard Mike grunt as he watched Dad's hands reached lower. It took me a second to realize what was going on, but clearly dad was now unbuttoning Mike's jeans and slipping them off. My uncle helped by raising his legs.

I stepped closer. It was risky, but I wanted a better view. This was the most shocking yet incredibly hot thing I'd ever seen. Hotter than any porn. I don't think I knew before that moment how deeply the taboo would turn me on, but fuck it was getting to me, big time. My cock throbbed in my sweatpants.

I so wanted to see Uncle Mike's dick, and his body. From the side angle I had, though, I could only make out the side of his strong arm draping off the side of the couch. Unbelievably my father started scooting down and now was crouched over Mike's midsection.

"Fuck, Steve, that feel so good!" Dad's head wasn't bobbing so maybe he wasn't sucking my uncle but was at least licking Mike's cock.

"Shhh," Dad admonished him to keep his voice down and then put his head back down. Now, he was definitely sucking my uncle's dick, and his head bobbed up and down excitedly. The idea was so wild and naughty, I had to pull my sweat pants down to free my cock. I didn't dare touch it, though, or I knew I'd cum.

Mike's hand went back up and a moment later I could tell he'd unbuttoned his shirt. The man leaned up, rippled muscle of his upper back now coming into view as he pulled off his button-down. He stayed in a sitting up position and put his right hand on Dad's head, more urgently guiding my father to blow him.

Was my dad really gonna suck Mike off, all the way?

He didn't. He instead pulled off and met his brother in another deep kiss.

I stepped back a little, since I knew if Dad even looked a little to his left he'd see me clear as day.

It was exquisite torture standing there, in the shadow of the hallway, just listening to those guys. The sounds of their kissing was surprisingly soft, but it carried and was about the hottest sound I'd ever heard. I stroked my dick slowly, very slowly as I eavesdropped.

Then the kissing stopped and I heard my Dad let out a guttural sigh. "Oh yeah, Mike. Please, bro."

I had to look, and thankfully Dad was now facing the couch, still clothed, except his pants were undone and his dick freed from them. My naked uncle was on his knees blowing him. I couldn't believe how good Uncle Mike was at giving head. He went up and down on Dad's dick in long deliberate strokes. I didn't have a full sense of how big Dad's cock was, but it had to be pretty sizable. Definitely very thick.

Dad knew better how to be quiet, but he let out a noticeable grunt as his brother serviced him. One of his hands left his side and reached to guide Mike's head and he gently ran his fingers through Mike's thinning buzz cut hair.

I touched my dick and within a few seconds I was coming. Spurting heavy globs of semen on the floor. Fuck! I pulled off my shirt, and quietly as I could I knelt down to wipe up the cum.

As I looked back up, Dad was now facing away from me, his ass cheeks were clenching as he gently fucked my uncle's mouth. Then I heard a soft swallowed grunt. "Damnit, Mikey, I'm about to cum."

Mike pulled off immediately and leaned back. "Let's get these clothes off, bro," Mike hissed with a naughty thrill. I couldn't see his face, now hidden by Dad's frame, but the deepness of his voice, and the lust in it was a turn on.

I watched from behind as Dad stripped off his shirt, then his khakis. I was surprised to see he'd gone commando. As his khakis pulled down my father was exposed bare assed in front of me. I'd perved on Mike before, sure, but had never thought of my father in that light. But I sure was thinking of him that way now. Dad's back was strong and taut and he had amazing set of hairy buns. It was a deep taboo to see my father naked and having sex, and I couldn't have been harder, even after just nutting.

I couldn't see my father's front but Mike was clearly impressed. "You been hitting the gym huh, bro," he half said, half asked.

Dad stood proudly, his hands on his waist, legs spread. "You don't have to pretend, Mikey," my normally uptight father said, both lust and alcohol evident in his voice. "You just like me for my big cock."

"It's not big, bro. It's fucking huge." Mike reached forward, presumably to get another feel of it. "God, I missed this gigantic fucker."

Mike stood up and stepped into my view, and I almost gasped when I saw him fully naked. God he was a stud. Not bodybuilder built, but muscle on muscle, perfectly proportioned. Big chest, rounded shoulders, bulging arms, tree trunk thighs. I mean, I knew Uncle Mike had an awesome muscular body, but those big swells of muscle that came into view were perfectly sculpted, not a trace of excess body fat, even at 43. The pecs and ripped abs were totally smooth, too, and I suspected my state trooper of an uncle shaved or waxed to get like that. Dad was a hairy guy and even at 19 I had a decent amount of chest hair, too.

The brothers connected again in a hot kiss, and I stroked off as I watched him kiss, their bodies connected.

Mike's hands were clenching at my father's chest now. "Love your hairy bod, Steve."

Dad looked down with clear lust for his brother. "You shaved for me."

Mike looked up, nodding, grinning. "You bet. I know you like me smooth."

"I do," Dad said.

Mike's dick was a nice 6 and a half inch tool, rock hard, made to look even bigger by his shaved nutsac and trimmed pubes.

I didn't get a view of my uncle's prick for long, though, because after giving Dad another kiss, Mike got down on the carpeted floor, on all fours.

Just when I thought this scene couldn't get wilder it did. Dad and Mike clearly had done this before and had expected to do this now.

"Fuck yeah," Dad growled, getting down on the floor and scooting in between Mike's powerful legs.

Damn. I knew I shouldn't be spying like this, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't step back and couldn't turn away. I'd thought that cumming might curb my perviness, but I was still erect and horny, so horny it hurt.

My father leaned in and began eating out Mike's beefy ass. And Mike was urging him on.

"That's it, Steve-O, get in there. Shaved for ya there, too... Show me how hungry my hole is for my big bro. God, you're so good at this, man."

I had only what I saw to go by, but I'd say my father was an expert rimmer. He growled and ate away at my uncle's pucker like a pig rooting for truffles, then switched gears for a gentle trace of his tongue along Uncle's picker. Mike's dick was twitching and leaking as he leaned forward and let my father make love to his hole.

"Oh God, Steve, you gotta fuck me. Please, bro." The absolute last words I expected to hear from my masculine lady killer state trooper uncle's mouth. Dad had a big smile as he leaned back. He pushed a finger right into Mike's ass, twisting it inside. "I love it when you're horny."

"You're pretty horny too, Steve-O," Mike said softly, reaching down to spread his legs wider.

"I am," Dad said, and with that he leaned over and pulled his khakis toward him, rooting around the pocket for a small tube.

It was only when he knelt up into an upright position that I finally had a good view of my dad's cock. Uncle Mike wasn't kidding. My father had a big honking erection, of an incredible size. My dick is actually a little longer than Dad's I could tell, but he had a solid eight inches and it was very thick. Fat even. It was amazed my uncle could take something that big.

It gave me a thrill to see his erection, the one that made me almost 20 years ago, as he popped the cap off and squirted a coating of lube on it. He handed it to Uncle Mike who put a dollop on his fingers and reached back to apply some to his own hole, using the leftovers to grease his own cock up.

I watched as Dad scooted forward and clenched his glutes.

"Oof!" Uncle Mike grunted as the entry of Dad's big cock. He gritted his teeth but kept his burly body still, softly encouraging my father to go further.

Dad kept up his penetration, breathing excitedly as his dick buried up Mike's hole.

I'd lost my cherry a month earlier, to a man not nearly as hung as my father. so that memory was fresh in my mind as I watched Mike get skewered by a huge cock. He took it well but it was a struggle for him at times.

"I swear you get tighter each time, Mikey," Dad hissed then pulled out for his first real in stroke.

"And you get bigger, bro." I wouldn't call Uncle Mike a power bottom but it was clear he liked getting fucked. He now welcomed Dad's deep strokes, bucking his meaty ass back to urge him on.

I was flogging away now, trying to be quiet, but definitely knowing I was going to cum soon.

Uncle Mike's next words did it for me. "You know, Alex's turned into one hell of a stud."

Dad's face showed with an excited but shellshocked surprise. "Damnit, Mike." His tone was perturbed but his hips didn't slow down in the least. He fucked hard and fast into his brother.

I was coming now, my second load spilling into my hand. I was nearly lightheaded but not too lightheaded to hear Mike's next words.

"Come on, Steve, your son's hot as fuck," my uncle said. "He's packing, too. Think his dick's as big as yours?"

Dad raised up and I heard a loud whimper as he had a deep orgasm. It was sick and perverse and hot as hell to know my Dad was getting off thinking about me, too.

"Fuck yeah, Steve," Mike encouraged as he flogged his own more normal sized dick.

I wanted to watch. Wanted to see my big muscle-head tough uncle nut. But I'd risked a lot standing there in view of them. The hallway was darker but if either man looked over I was busted.

Quietly, I retreated and went as silently as I could back up the stairs.

I was hyperventilating as I shut my room door. Adrenaline pumping from the fear of getting caught and from the unbelievable sight I'd just witnessed. I'd have to process what this meant. I mean, it was clear this wasn't the first time Dad and Mike had done something. And they both perved on me, which weirded me out but also turned me on, big time.

I examined my shirt, filled with my cum loads. My dick was still hard but I knew I didn't have another cum in me, not just yet. I slipped off my sweats and briefs and got into bed. I didn't know what to expect in the future, now that I'd seen what I'd seen. But I knew I couldn't look at my father or my uncle in the same way again.

*****

I slept in, and so did Uncle Mike. He'd slept in the guest room downstairs and it was about 10:30 before he came up, a groggy look on his face. As my family talked over coffee, I went down to retrieve my phone, hopefully without being noticed. It was right where I'd left it, on the end table next to the couch.

It was like nothing happened the night before. Mike was back to his jokey self, Dad was playing along right with it, I was dodging embarrassing questions about school, and Mom was giving me that "I don't recognize your father" look.

After Mom went to take a shower, Dad announced he still had to get a present for her. "Feel like going shopping with me?" he asked my uncle.

"Fuck no, I hate malls," Mike guffawed.

"I gotta get some things," I piped in. I kind of wanted to hang out with Mike, but I still had two things on my Christmas list to get, including for my uncle who usually spoiled me with a nice gift.

Once out of the house, Dad seemed moody, almost pissy. I kind of resented that Mike, not us, could bring out his jovial side. We drove almost silently to the mall and were both efficient in getting what we need to. It took at most an hour and then we were driving back.

Dad broke the silence. "I'm sorry you had to see what you saw last night."

I felt my heart stop. It was like the earth opened up beneath me. I wished it actually would. "Dad, I..."

He looked at me, serious but with an attempt at a lighthearted expression. "I figured you weren't that freaked out, given the cum I found on the floor."

"No," I said, blushing. I guess I hadn't been careful enough cleaning up after myself. "I mean it was a little weird, but hot, too. You know?" Dad had fucked his brother and had caught me perving on it. I figured I could be honest.

Dad's serious expression turned into a sly grin. "Yes, yes it is." He looked over at me. "Not a word to your mother, Alex. Or anyone. I'm serious."

"God, Dad, of course not." I sat feeling strange but also like something had changed in Dad's and my relationship. I knew now there was another side to him, and maybe some experience was behind those lectures to me about being careful. "You know I never want to pry, Dad, but any chance of getting the full story? Of you and Mike?"

"Later," he said, almost gruffly, but he had a knowing smile on his face. Then, as we pulled into our driveway, he added, "I'm glad you're taking this OK."

"Did you tell Uncle Mike I saw?" I finally asked before getting out of the car.

"He's the one who saw you." With that Dad opened the door and stepped out.

My uncle and my mom were laughing and chatting around the breakfast counter when Dad and I walked in. It was amazing that Mike had this outgoing personality that would win anyone over.

"I was just telling Susan about the time you crashed the car after your senior prom." For a big hulk of a state trooper, Uncle Mike could have a kid-like expression on his 43-year-old face sometimes.

I didn't know the story but apparently it was hysterically funny because Mom was crying from laughing so hard.

"Don't forget I have plenty of embarrassing stories about you, Mike," Dad said, a little annoyed.

"Nothing that I don't own up to. Have at me, bro." Mike's eyes twinkled as he leaned back in the chair. He was dressed more casually today, in jeans, a Carolina Panthers ballcap, and a T-shirt that stretched over his bulging muscles. He looked hot as fuck.

Dad held up his hands in defense. "All right I give. But since you're such a smart ass, how about helping me with dinner tonight?"

We had this tradition in my house that Dad cooked on Christmas Eve, to give my Mom a break. We usually had a few family friends over, and I looked forward to seeing my high school best friend Eric, who'd played soccer with me since middle school.

"I can't boil water right, bro," Mike said, "But I'm at your disposal."

****

That evening was a whirlwind of activity. My parents were social people and were in their element entertaining. They were good at it, making it seem effortless. I realized I enjoyed these parties more than I did when I was younger. It awesome to see our family friends, the Mitchells and the Webbs, as well as Eric and our friend Aaron. We did a Yankee swap, and I caught up with my friends. Eric's family was heading on a trip to Mexico after Christmas so it was good to hang out with him. Virginia Tech was treating him well and he gave me and A a run down of his crazy dating life. Aaron for his part was still Kelly, who he'd dated all senior year. I noticed they didn't ask me about my dating life and as much as it annoyed me when Dad or Uncle Mike did, I started to get the feeling my buds didn't care or they were afraid of asking their gay buddy questions. That's OK, I didn't have much to report anyway.

About 10:30 or so everyone started giving their goodbyes. I helped Uncle Mike clean the kitchen.

"So," he whispered as he handed me a dish to put in the dishwasher. "Did your dad give you one of his lectures about respecting privacy?"

I wasn't sure if Mike was going to bring up the events of the last night, but it was Uncle Mike. I shouldn't be surprised he did.

"Nah, we talked about it a little. He seemed surprisingly cool."

Mike nodded and smiled. His smile could definitely put a person as ease. "Good for him," he said. "I almost didn't tell him I saw you. Sorry if I made things awkward."

I looking around to make sure everyone was out of ear shot. "I'm the one who made things awkward. I shouldn't have spied on you guys."

"Jesus, A," Uncle Mike laughed. "Kind of hard not to spy on a thing like that."

I laughed, too, at the absurdity of it all. "I guess so."

Mike seemed relieved by my reaction. "You good, Nephew?"

"Yeah, I'm good, Uncle Mike." I added some detergent to the washer. To do this day, I can't believe I had the guts or the stupidity to say what I said next. "Just jealous, that's all."

I didn't think it was possible to shock my uncle but that did. He paused, weighing his words carefully. "Your father is a very attractive man, I wouldn't blame you if..."

"No," I interrupted. "Last night... watching... I was jealous of Dad."

The idea sunk in, and his sly smile returned. "Oh fuck, you're a Collins horndog, all right." He gave my back a quick pat. "Come on, we better get back to the others."

I think we all knew it wasn't going to be another late night. Dad and Mom bid us good night and my Uncle went down to the den to crash. I got ready for bed, brushing my teeth and stripping down to my briefs.

I had an erection, though, thinking back to Mike and Dad. As I lay in bed I pawed at my bone and almost pulled it out to tug a quick load out.

Fuck it, I thought, and slipped back out of bed. I threw on some gym shorts and made my way quietly downstairs. Down to the basement guest room.

My uncle was standing there nude except for a sheer pair of white cotton boxer briefs that clung beautifully to his meaty ass and thick thighs. I could have stared at that ass for days. He was rifling through his bag but otherwise seemed to expect me. "Shut the door, Alex," he said softly.

I did and stepped into the room to see my big strong uncle approach me. He was shorter than me by a few inches but his build was imposing, and hot as hell. Our mouths connected and it was like I went to heaven. My uncle could kiss. All my experiences so far paled to Uncle Mike's skill as a lover.

"What do you feel like doing, College Boy?" my uncle teased. I could feel his dick growing firm against my crotch as he hardened up.

I gripped his meaty buns. I imagined them ass smooth as his chest as my fingers pressed into the cleft. "What you and Dad did last night," I answered. "I wanna fuck you, Uncle Mike."

He emitted a soft growl and kissed me hungrily. In case that wasn't answer enough, he said as we parted lips, "I want that, too, Alex." With an impish grin, he reached down and gripped my boner through my shorts, then pulled the elastic of my shorts and briefs over it. "Fuck me! You're bigger than your dad, Alex."

I grinned, my ego pumped. "He's thicker than me by the looks of it."

Mike's paw wrapped around my cock, gently running up and down my length. "A little, sure, but you're longer.... fuck!" He looked down excitedly at my erection. "You're definitely breaking a lot of hearts at college.... Can I suck you, A?"

"Um, yeah," I said in a "duh" kind of tone. "Only I don't know that I'll be able to hold off if you do."

Mike nodded and let go of my prick. "Then let's get to the good stuff first. How ya want me, stud? Doggy like your dad did me last night?" With a masculine sexual confidence that somehow didn't look slutty he pulled down his thin underwear and tossed it aside, standing in front of me with a well-proportioned erection and even better proportioned muscular body.

It was a trip to be talking so openly about this. About fucking, about incest, about wanting it. "That was hot, Mike, but how about face to face? I wanna see my hot uncle as I fuck him."

That brightened the state trooper's face up big time. Mike handed me some lube before getting on the bed. "Put a lot on, A, I'm gonna need it."

I did, my hands trembling I was so excited. My dick was super slick and dripping. I knelt up on the mattreas I watched Mike big body lean back and lift his legs. "Fuck, I'm turned on beyond belief, Nephew. Don't need a lot of foreplay tonight."

"No, sir," I said. I did worry I was too turned on, and I didn't want to just ram it in. I'd fucked a half dozen guys by that point, but was still relatively inexperienced.

Mike saw the hesitation in my face. "But you know if you wanna get a taste, like your dad did... go ahead." He parted his legs and I saw the shaved pucker greet me. I wanted it. Wanted to eat my uncle's hole. So I leaned forward and started licking.

The more I licked the more turned on I got. My tongue prodded deeper. I'd enjoyed this with a couple of bottoms before, but I knew I'd be eating ass more from here on out. A lot more.

"Aw you're an eager pup, A. Fucking natural asseater. I swear you like this more than your daddy." His nasty words drove me on. I don't think until that point I realized how competitive I was with my father. I was taken with an incredible urge to fuck Mike better than Dad had.

Leaning up, I gripped my bone and guided it to my uncle's pucker.

He looked up at me, a naughty smile on his face. "I can't believe this is happening," he hissed.

"Believe it, Mike," I grinned and pushed into him. His ring was snug but not super tight. It gave way, and I buried myself inside him.

"Oh fuck!" he practically yelled, and instinctively I placed my hand on his mouth for a second.

"You do this often, Uncle Mike?" I asked as I sank deeper. His ass was hot and amazing, but even more thrilling was the knowledge I was dicking my hunky state trooper uncle.

His eyes met me in a look of lust, but challenge, too. "Kind of a personal question," he winked. "But the answer is, not enough."

I hit bottom and leaned forward to claim a kiss. This was the hottest sex I'd ever had and I wanted this to last, even though my nuts were twitching and ready to explode any second. I leaned up and held still inside of Mike.

I had another personal question. "You're in love with Dad, aren't you?"

Mike's expression got serious. He nodded, a little bit of defeat on his face.

I don't know what I expected from the knowledge of his answer, but seeing his vulnerability gave me an intense affection for my uncle. I pulled back and thrust into him. Not hard, but my length was apparently a lot for him.

"Oof!" he grunted. "Easy Big Guy."

I nodded and went slower this time. Pistoning my cock in and out at an even, steady pace. Mike nodded in encouragement. "That's it, A. Fuck me. Fuck your horny uncle."

"Oh Uncle Mike," I gasped, feeling the excitement crack my voice. My dick was feeling good, amazing, even, but at least at this pace I felt I could last a couple of minutes inside Mike's hole. "You're so fucking hot."

Mike's strong arms reached up and massaged my neck lovingly before pulling me down into a kiss. Instinctively I knew I could thrust harder into him, so I did. His body responded beneath mine, his kiss communicating his readiness.

Just then I felt a hand on my back. A smooth caress. It couldn't be Mike's. I looked up and there was Dad, standing beside us. Naked, hairy, erect. Up close his penis looked even fatter, a thick stalk that jutted out from the furriness of his crotch and toned belly.

"Fuck him, Alex," Dad said softly, as his hand drifted down to stroke my clenching buttocks. "Fuck my brother."

"Fuck, Dad," I gasped. I was getting close to coming, it was all so much. Dad removed his hand and got up on the bed, pushing his cock down between me and Mike. My uncle leaned up and kissed the underside and I went with it. I gave a quick lick then kissed the other side of Dad's fat cock. The dick that made me. The dick my Uncle Mike was in love with.

My hips went faster and I started spurting deep into Uncle Mike's ass. My mouth opened and Dad must have shifted his angle because his cock popped right into my mouth, thick and hot and heavy. A couple of quick shallow pumps and he started spurting right on my tongue, his cum firing to the back of my throat, where I rapidly swallowed.

I gathered Mike was getting off too, watching the sight, but I was too zoned out to know when or how exactly.

I just knew as we three pulled apart, satisfied, that we were all riding the emotional knife edge between feeling thrilled and guilty.

Dad picked up his briefs and slipped them back on. "I better be getting back up," he announced quietly. "We'll talk about this later?"

Mike was giving him that trademark goofy grin. It was like he knew Dad was into this more than the ethical, serious exterior let on. "Not much to talk about, Steve-O. Your boy's an amazing fuck."

I had to laugh. Fortunately Dad did, too. He looked at me. "You OK, buddy?"

"Better than ever Dad. Get some sleep. And don't worry."

Mike and I stayed up a half hour longer, talking quietly on that guest room bed, enjoying our nakedness and postcoital glow as we had a heart to heart. I didn't get the full story, but he told me about his and dad's history.

At one point he gave me a playful nudge to the upper arm. "You remind me so much of your dad when he was your age, Alex," he said.

I grinned. "No offense to Dad, Uncle Mike," I said. "But I'd rather be like you."

That seemed to get to him, and we met in a soft, loving kiss. And, damn, the man could kiss. I wasn't sure what Mike felt about me, emotionally at least, but I could see myself getting crushed out on my own uncle.

"That was nice," he muttered as we broke our kiss.

"Yes, it was."

"What do you think of visiting me sometime?" he said softly, almost nervously. Apparently my Uncle could talk in a volume other than loud.

"I'd like that," I said, "a lot."

We kissed again and I felt Mike's strong fingers touch my prick. I was somehow erect and dripping once more.

Mike pulled back and looked down at my hardon. "I didn't blow you before," he said. And like that, he was leaning down, giving me head. If I had to choose, I'd pick Mike Collins' ass over a blow job. But it wasn't a super easy choice. He sucked me off, gently at first then gradually working the load clean out of my balls. It was incredible.

*****

We didn't have a chance to have sex again during his visit. The next day was Christmas morning. We all exchanged gifts, had a nice breakfast, then Uncle Mike had the hit the road.

It was weird, I was sexually satisfied from the previous evening, yet I also felt horny. It was a trip to be able to eye up my uncle's hot muscle body and even scope my dad out. It made me nervous to think of the implications - I mean, it was fucking incest - but it didn't freak me out like I though it might.

It helped that Mike was back to his regular joking self, playing the doting uncle, giving me a bear hug as we said good bye. "Come see me kiddo," he growled in my ear before letting go.

The biggest surprise wasn't that I was OK with what happened, it's that Dad didn't seem overly weird or distant. He went back to his regular Steve Collins mode after Mike left. The holiday seemed to have him relaxed. He spent a lot of the afternoon reading a history book I got him for Christmas. I did a body resistance workout in my room and a run in the cold afternoon, since it had been a few days since I'd exercised. Plus, I really needed to let out the emotional energy pent up.

After the rush of having company, Christmas dinner was an informal and quiet affair at the Collins household, but I enjoyed hanging out with my parents.

The sense of normalcy made me surprised the next morning. I slept in a little and when I got to the kitchen I saw Dad had done the same. He was wearing just a pair of pajama bottoms and a T-shirt. I had to admit he kept in good shape for 47. Trim body, toned muscle. He wasn't a movie star or magazine model but he was definitely a DILF.

"Coffee?" he offered in a groggy voice.

"Yes, please," I said and watched him grab a mug and pour me a cup. It tasted amazing, and I hoped it would wake me up soon.

Dad seemed to have a smirk on his face. "Your mom's gone into the city today to meet her friends."

"Yeah?" I said.

My father nodded. It was just then that I realized he was looking forward to alone time with me. The very idea made my dick firm up quick. I couldn't help it, I was throwing a bone in my shorts right in front of my dad.

I looked and I could see Dad's thick club expand in his pajamas.

I was waking up now, fast.

"You seem to have made a big impression on Mike," Dad smirked.

I felt horny. "Yeah... I guess I kind butted in on your territory," I said, half in apology, half in a tease.

"Not what I expected to happen," Dad said. "But it was fun as hell to watch."

I puffed out my chest involuntarily. I was about Dad's height and getting more muscle on my build, maybe about ten pounds from his size. "And it's been fun as hell to see this side of you, Dad."

My father smiled but gave me his "dad" expression. "You'd tell me if we went too far the other night, right?"

"Dad, that blew my mind in the best way. Didn't go far enough as far as I'm concerned."

Dad seemed relieved. "Well, there are certain things I can't do... that I'm not willing to do... but I gotta admit I've been thinking about what it would be like to have a little fun today."

I grinned and stepped to kiss him but he shook his head no, not reproachfully but with a playful smile. "Um, that's one of the things I can't do, son."

I nodded, "Got it."

Dad looked down at the erection in my shorts and with a sly grin he reached forward to cup it. He looked up at me, a challenge, to check in with what I was thinking.

"Please," I grunted and let out a sigh as his fingers closed over the cloth-covered bone, gently stroking it and sizing it up.

"You're big. Bigger than me."

"A little," I said.

We were silent as Dad pulled off my shorts and touched my hardon. I reached forward to his pajama pants and Dad complied by peeling them down over his hips, too. He stepped up and our dicks touched, clashing like swords. We batted them a few times and it was a trip seeing my uptight Dad so playful, even without Uncle Mike there. He watched our dicks slap together for a bit and looked up at me, a happy expression on his face.

"Turn around," he finally said.

I did and almost immediately felt his big warm hands explore my back and ass muscle. "Nice," he hissed.

This was insane, what we were doing but after tasting Dad's dick the other night, the further connection was inevitable.

But Dad's next move caught me off guard. He'd crouched down and pulled apart my ass cheeks before I barely registered what he was doing.

"Oh fuck," I grunted just in time to feel his tongue touch my pucker. I'd seen Dad eat Uncle Mike out the other night, but being on the receiving end of his rimming was a whole new level of hotness. Over a semester of hookups, I'd actually never taken to being rimmed. I'd let a couple of guys do it, but it just didn't push my buttons.

It sure was pushing them now. I don't know if it was the merely thought it was my strait-laced dad doing the honors, or if it was Dad's skills at eating ass, but I was getting REALLY into this. I hiked my butt back into his munching face, which seemed only to egg him on more. He growled into my ass muscle and licked at my trench like a hungry pig. Even if Dad and I never did a single thing together again, I would have many future stroke sessions reliving that rim job.

My body shivered as I felt Dad's tongue licked higher in my cleft and up along the small of my back. I had no idea that was one of my erogenous spots, but his licks made goosebumps break out on my body and my dick throb.

Dad gave a soft chuckle. "Mike likes when I do that, too." He returned to give me another lick.

"God," I hissed.

Dad stood up and reached slowly around my waist to touch my hairy stomach just as his own furred chest pressed against my back. It was an incredible sensation, and I leaned back into his embrace, my own prick rock hard.

"What do you say we take this to the bedroom?"

"Yeah," I agreed.

I wasn't even sure whose bedroom he was referring to and I got a thrill as I followed his DILF body, nude from the waist down, to my parents' bedroom.

I got in the bed as I watched Dad peel off his T-shirt. I preferred Mike Collins' muscle for sure, but my father had a nice body, and the thrill it was Dad, naked in front of me for the third time that week, turned me on.

He looked down at me as he pulled out some lube from a drawer. "I should ask what kind of experience you've had before."

"I'm not a virgin," I replied.

Dad smiled. He took my answer for the way it was intended. I was open to my father fucking me. Apprehensive for sure, seeing that thick club of dad dick sticking up excitedly from his hairy crotch. I'd only been fucked three times before, by smaller men. But I wanted this with Dad. The ultimate taboo.

My eyes were riveted on his crotch as he slowly applied the lubricant, stroking his thickness to slick up his length.

Then he got onto the bed with me. "Lift up your legs," he gently urged.

I did, pulling them back, and I was rewarded with more of Dad's incredible tongue work. Half of me was taking mental notes on technique, filing away with what I should be doing next time I topped. The other half of me just enjoyed the incredible flittering sensations on my tender hole.

"You have an amazing ass, Alex," Dad said softly.

"I want you in me, Dad," I cried.

My father had a happy and grateful look on his face as he raised up and looked me in the eye. "You sure, son?"

"100 percent," I replied. "I... I've done it a few times, but I know it's going to be even better when you fuck me."

That seemed to hit Dad in a deep place. He nodded silently as if he were afraid of words and got into position. His prick felt hot and slick against my ring and thankfully my father took his time working me open. I'd have to ask about his experience with men. I mean, there was a long standing arrangement with Uncle Mike, but Dad seemed to know exactly what he was doing fucking a newbie ass.

I stifled a grunt as he entered but I nodded up and him and told him to keep going. I wanted this, bad. Dad's hands were now on my chest and all over my upper body, caressing me, taking in my newly built freshman muscle as he fed my ass more of that thick fatherly cock.

"Not gonna last long for this one," he said in a quiet, choked voice. "You're so fucking tight and good."

"Can I get off, too?" I asked.

Dad nodded, slowing his entry about an inch shy of hitting bottom and reached over for the lube. He held it up with a questioning look, asking if I wanted some.

"Yeah," I said and then felt the cool trickle of the gel-like liquid on my boner. It was just the right amount and when I wrapped my fist around my dick, the strokes sent waves of pleasure perfectly matching the intense sensations in my ass.

Dad was fucking me now. Not hard, but with real full strokes of that thick meat. The hard dad cock pressed right against my prostate with each shove and was driving me wild.

"Dad... I'm gonna...." I hissed, trying to hold it back, but my attempts just stoked the fires more.

Dad's hips were faster now and as I looked up and saw his face enter orgasm. It was an incredible moment, the sight, the knowledge and the feel of him pumping cum into me. My own sperm shot straight out in an intense cum.

Dad's countenance returned to normal and he gave me a nod of acknowledgement at just how much he enjoyed that as he slowly pulled out.

I lay there for a second as Dad went to get a couple of wash cloths.

"That was even better than I expected," my father admitted as he lay next to me, his arm draped around my shoulder. Even if we weren't going to kiss, this was nicely intimate.

"I'm not bullshitting you, Dad," I said. "That was hands down the best fuck I've had."

Dad gave an appreciative smile. "Glad to hear. But you need to find another guy who can make you feel like that. Each and every time."

It was friendly advice, and I agreed. As hot as this taboo was, I knew it would either be a one-off or an occasional thing.

"I don't think I could handle it being that good each and every time," I laughed.

Dad smirked. "Don't estimate how horny an 18 year old is. Don't forget, I was 18, too, once."

"Dad, I have SO many questions," I said, half serious, half joking.

He patted my shoulder. "I don't think I can answer all of them for you, but let's just say I fucked both men and women a lot in college. I thought it was a phase."

"And it wasn't?"

He thought for a second. "It was. Other than my times with Mike." He looked at me. "Listen, Alex.... I know Mike was joking with that heart-breaker Collins stuff, but I don't want you breaking your uncle's heart."

"Dad!" I felt surprised and weirdly accused by his words.

"I'm serious, son. I don't want you taking advantage of the fact he's in love with you."

Holy bombshell. "What makes you think that?"

He gave a slight shrug. "I know my brother. Better than he knows himself." It was surreal having this conversation, both me and Dad naked in my parents' bed. "Promise me," he urged.

"So you don't want me to see him?" Yeah, I'd been thinking about Mike's offer for me to come visit him.

Dad mulled it over a second. "You're 18, your own man, and I'll trust you to do what's right. But just know... I love my little brother and don't want him to get hurt."

There were some depths to Dad's and Mike's fraternal relationship that I didn't know and never would.

"All right, I promise," I said. I just hoped I could live up to my word.