Home for the Summer: The End 01

The summer after my first year at college was a veritable hurricane of life-changing activities and information. I found out my exceptionally large bear of a father who liked to stuff himself into the tightest tighty whities was not actually my biological father. My real father was a priest who may have raped my mom and took off to Italy. I say "may have" because that is the story my dad told me, but I also learned that she recently left us to go back to Italy with him and start a new life. I also learned that my Uncle Nick, my mom's brother, was adopted. It was the rapist priest that brought him over from Italy to live with my grandparents. I also learned that my dad and my uncle we're having a mutually satisfying sexual relationship, which was necessary because it was difficult for my mom, who was small in stature, to please my dad, That summer I was indoctrinated into their Warlock's sex coven and I was introduced to intense masculine pleasures.

A violent hurricane hit our town. Tons of rain, flooded yards and streets, wind that blew down trees and knocked out power. The three of us were holed up in our house and filled our time with sweaty workouts, jerk off sessions, sucking, and yes, three-way fucking. My uncle was the first to take my virgin ass with my dad's help, guidance, tongue and saliva. Once the ice was broken, I couldn't get enough. We all spilled so much cum during that hurricane that it's amazing we were still standing. But we were, and life went on.

A few more weeks went by and man sex was commonplace in our house. Uncle Nick practically moved in with us. My dad was back at work regularly and we were all putting the new pieces together of the lives my mom shattered with her departure. I wasn't angry, Hell, at times I was downright thankful. I had grown to love and crave that full feeling when a hard cock is filling a hole.

Weeks went by and it was almost time for me to go back to school. As a last adventure we took the boat out for a three-day fishing trip. This was something my dad and I did throughout my childhood. It was always a memorable experience, mainly because my dad spent the days in tight black speedo, and the nights he slept naked on the bed next to me in the cabin. It was a nice boat. This was the first time Nick had come with us. There were only two beds in the cabin, so we had to get creative.

We set out on a Wednesday afternoon and headed toward the ocean. About a two-hour ride from the harbor where we docked our boat, there was a large inlet where we would anchor at night and then head out on the ocean during the day to fish. I remember thinking that the land around the bay was much more populated than it was when I was a kid. More of the land was developed into beach houses but many of them were partially destroyed in the hurricane. Our plan was to return on Saturday evening, so we could have Sunday back home. That was three nights. The first night I volunteered to sleep in the reclining captain's chair and gave the other two the beds in the cabin. Then, those two could take their turn in the chair and I would get to bed the next two nights.

That first night was rough. When I was a kid, my mom used to pack a cooler with really great food for me and my dad. Big sandwiches made from her world-famous veal cutlets, sausage and peppers, meatballs, and salads. None of us attempted to cook like that so we packed food from the supermarket. We got to the inlet and docked and had some fried chicken for dinner. My dad and Nick were drinking scotch, and I had a few beers. We were all wearing skimpy Jockey briefs. They looked just like bathing suits until they got wet. Then all was revealed. It was hot and periodically one of us would jump in the water, and then inevitably the other two would follow. When we got out, my dad would immediately pull down his briefs and wring them out. We would do the same, but we were not as remarkable as my dad. Even soft and cold, he was enormous.

Our relationship was about as normal as it was going to be. We were three masculine guys, living life, and mutually pleasuring each other as needed. It wasn't constant like during the hurricane, but no one ever said no, so we were all content. The spot we chose to anchor was calm and private. It was mid week so there weren't a lot of other boats on the water. We were reasonably far from the coastal neighborhood, not that it mattered because houses were in disrepair and vacant. Owners hadn't had much time to secure contractors, and insurance didn't want to pay so it was mostly a ghost town. Mostly.

After many drinks and one more dip in the water, we started to quiet down and head to bed. It was early but there was nothing else to do on the boat. We would be up early in the morning. There was no working bathroom on the boat, so we'd piss off the side. There was a toilet in a very small closet that would drop out into the ocean. We'd use that or jump in the water and swim away to evacuate. For three days it was all boat, all men, no showers and no hygiene. We washed off in the salty ocean. Salt water and sun were enough hygiene for us.

We all shaved our body hair before the hurricane, but by now it was coming back strong. Nick and I had a little more than stubble. Dad was full blown bear. After the last swim we all rang out our briefs and set them out on the deck to dry. Nick and Dad retreated to the cabin and try as might to get comfortable in the captain's chair, I could not. I could hear their snores filling the night air and that only further impeded my sleep. I grabbed some towels and headed up to the bow to stretch out. As I looked up at the starry night, the very gentle current rocked me to sleep.

The gentle rocking of the boat in the morning current gradually woke me. I opened my eyes slowly to see the bright morning sunrise. l watched as the sky went from black to red, then pink, then blue, and then brighter blue all in a matter of 10 minutes. I eventually sat up and felt incredibly stiff. I stood up and balanced myself by spreading my stance wide. I was completely nude and stretching hard. It felt good to flex my muscles and squeeze out any chemical that had settled in overnight. My cock was half hard and I needed to piss. Rather than stand on the edge I dove off the bow and went for a swim, and a piss.

The icy cold water shocked my senses, and I was now fully alert. I dove under, swam around and then stayed still as I emptied my bladder. I kicked hard and swam out of the area. I could feel my scrotum was tight from the cold water. I floated for a bit and looked around at the shore. I couldn't see much because the sun was reflecting off the waves and blinded me a little. I thought I made out the silhouette of a guy standing on the shore watching me. I wonder how much he saw. I stared for a few seconds and then swam back to the boat.

I pulled myself up the ladder and reached for one of the damp towels from last night. I dried myself and then wrapped it around my waist. Uncle Nick and Dad were still snoring away on this quiet morning at sea. I grabbed the big bottle of sunscreen and headed back to the bow where I could get a better view of my admirer. He was still there. From what I could see he was tall and fit. Dark wavy hair, sunglasses, no visible beard, nice traps and pecs that were accentuated by his tight white tank. Great guns. He wore jeans and construction boots. He was definitely watching me. I decided to test my theory. He was about 300 yards away, yet it seemed like we had locked eye contact.

I dropped my towel and exposed my college wrestler's body and my half hard cock. I squirted ample sunscreen into my hand and starting with my taught neck, I began to caress it onto my skin. Neck, chest, arms, and abs. Then starting again from my feet and working my way up each leg. I am definitely going to need to shave again before heading back to school. My olive skin and dark body hair were coated and protected by a thick layer of white lotion. He was standing relaxed and motionless but still watching. I pumped more into my palm and then gave some special attention to my now fully erect penis, balls, and muscular glutes. The whole time I was staring at the only other person awake in this area. And he was staring at me. We were transfixed.

The trance was broken by the sound of my dad waking and making his way to the bow. "Morning," he grumbled as he quickly made his way to me and stretched just like I did. "Oh, that was a rough night, arrrgh." I could hear his bones cracking as they separated with the stretch. "How'd you sleep? Where were you?"

"I slept okay. I was out here on the bow. It was hard but at least I could stretch out."

"Good. I gotta piss." He stood at the edge of the bow in a powerful stance, legs spread apart for stability, muscular back arched. He held his dick with one hand and put the other in a fist and planted it on his hip. He thrusted his hips forward and flexed his ass. A powerful, thick steady stream of piss left his garden hose, and pointed almost directly at the watcher. He blocked my view of him, and I was staring at his meaty, muscular ass and thighs. All covered in dark hair. "There's people over there." He continued to piss for what seemed like a solid minute. His stream weakened to a dribble. "Ah.. I got piss on me!" With that he dove off the side and into the water.

I looked at my admirer and someone else had joined him. A fit looking woman in a skimpy red bikini and a floppy sun hat was now hanging on to him. They were both looking across the water at us. Dad was splashing around in the water, diving under and resurfacing. "Woo, this water is cold. Feels good though." I wonder if they could hear him. They were now kissing and caressing each other. Dad swam around to the back of the boat and pulled himself up the ladder. He joined me on the bow again. I was sitting down on my towel at this point with my knees up and my arms resting on my knees. "It's gonna be a hot one today." He looked up and around. "Not a cloud in the sky." The fact that two people were watching us didn't seem to faze him at all. He was still stark naked. So was I for that matter. "Looks like those two are consoling each other. These houses are pretty damaged." He looked harder at the land. "Actually, the one they are in front of looks pretty good. I think I worked on that house."

The man and the woman were still embracing, but he was definitely looking our way. "Dad, you better get some sunscreen on."

"I don't burn. That's for pussies."

"Wrong. You still need to protect your skin. We'll be exposed all day!" I heard Uncle Nick groaning from the back of the boat. "I guess Uncle Nick is up. God, it's not even 7 AM." Nick was doing his business from the back of the boat, I handed my dad the bottle. "Put it on." He took it from me and squirted a little into his hand and rubbed some on his cheeks and shoulders.

"There. Happy?" There was a splash from the back of the boat and dad turned his head. "I hope that was just Nick going for a swim." We both heard him call out.

"Fuck this water is cold! Damn!"

"Yeah, that was him," I said. "Dad, that's not enough protection. Let me help you." I got to my feet and took the bottle from him. "First. Do my back, please." And I squirted a handful of sunscreen into his meaty paws. He rubbed his hands together as I turned around. "Cover my full back. Not just spots."

"I'll do my best." I felt his strong hands rub the lotion into my neck, then concentrate on my lats. I lifted my arms out to the side. He caressed the full length of my muscles and at one point grabbed hold of the sides of my lats. "Very nice. Like you have wings." He kept going down and got the small of my lower back and the top of my glutes. "There you go. All protected." I was half hard.

"Okay your turn." I squirted ample lotion into my palms and rubbed them together. The big man stood before me totally naked as I started on his front. I started with his sinewy neck. He closed his eyes and put his head back. I heard Nick climb back on the boat. I moved down to his firm pecs and covered his broad hairy chest in the thick white lotion. I did a few passes over his nipples, and they were getting harder each time. "See, Dad. This stuff isn't magic. You can't just put on a little bit and think you are getting sun protection. You need to cover every bit of exposed skin." I squirted more into my hands and then coated his arm and hand.

"Can I get in on that?" Nick emerged on the bow and approached us. "Give me some," and held his hand out. I squirted some in his hands and more in mine. I thought he was asking for himself, but he started to rub it in my dad's other arm. "You're getting the royal treatment, Jack."

"Okay Uncle Nick, you get that side. My dad grunted and looked toward the sky. Nick and I were flanking him and covering his body in lotion. "Arms up." I instructed. "Can't forget the pits." Nick and I coated the underside of his biceps and down to his pits. "Nick, get the edges, too, where it goes to his back and chest. People forget that area a lot and get nasty burns." We both concentrated there and also rubbed his pecs again. His nipples could cut glass now.

"I think someone likes this treatment," said Nick. I looked down and his cock was a full mast now. Actually, so was mine. And for that matter, so was Nick's. We continued and rubbed lotion down his sides, across his back, and across his abs.

"That is really kind of nice," my dad growled. "Mmmm... who knew?"

"I knew," I said. "Nick, let's get his feet. We both got down on one knee and rubbed lotion onto the big man's size 14 dogs. "Get the tops, Nick."

"Oh, I know. Sunburn there is a bitch." We coated each foot and then moved up each calf. They were rock solid. Nick smacked the back of his calf and said, "as strong as tree trunks." It was true. I had big hands, and I couldn't make my fingers reach around them. We moved up to his knees, and then his massive muscular hairy thighs. "So powerful!" Nick exclaimed. " And what's this?" Nick was calling attention to the tip of his uncut rock-hard cock. There was a sizable drop of precum glistening in the morning sun. Nick scooped it with his finger and pulled it to his mouth, leaving a long strand of goo from his cock head to his mouth.

"You guys are doing something right." I looked over at the house. The man the woman were both still there. Embraced. Watching. We must have been some sight to see. Nick and I naked and down on one knee on either side of my giant father, caressing him with lotion. I wonder if they could see the boners.

"Let's finish him off," Nick said standing up. "Give me some more lotion.

"I squirted some into Nick's hands and some on my own. I put one hand on his butt cheek and with the other I caressed his inner thigh. Nick did the same. I moved my hand up to the area of his thigh that pressed against his ball sack. Then I went to his 'taint. He squatted a little to provide better access. I moved from there to his ball sack. Nick was stroking his shaft. Then I went to his shaft and Nick went to his ball sack. Our hands looked small wrapped around his snake. The foreskin was moving back and forth with our strokes, exposing his red, fleshy, and engorged cock head. We continued alternating for a few minutes. I replenished our lotion and continued. Dad had one arm around each of our necks for support. He was heavy and he wasn't even putting his full weight on us.

With fresh lotion on my hands, we continued to work on his cock. With the other hand I began kneading his ass, working my way to his hole. I went down his hairy crack until I felt the warm pucker. I teased it open by circling it with my finger. Dad was moaning. Eyes closed in ecstasy. Nick was squeezing and caressing his ball sack and 'taint and I was stroking his shaft. I kept pulling back the skin on his shaft to reveal the doorknob. It too needed to be covered in lotion.

"Oh God, I'm gonna blow." Nick and I doubled down. We were moving faster and going at him harder. Just as my two fingers penetrated his pucker, he called out, "Aaarrghhhh" in a loud growl and threw his head back. Cum spurted from rock hard rod, shooting all over the bow. He grunted with each spurt as if it were releasing something that needed to get out of him. He collapsed his full weight on to me and Nick. He was weak in the knees and standing was difficult for a few seconds. He was catching his breath. I looked over at the house. Only the woman was there now. Watching.

"See Dad. I told you. Sunscreen is a good thing."

"Sure is, Ernie. Sure is. Woooo." And he sat down. "That was good. Now what about you two. Nick and I were still rock hard. "Where's that sunscreen?" He looked around and prepared to squirt some into his hands. Getting a hand job from my dad was an experience to say the least. For one, well, he was my dad. For another, he was a man that was built with a remarkably large stature in every aspect: 6' 5" tall, 260 solid man, not cut, not fat, but firm and muscular. His hands were at least an inch bigger than mine in every direction. He worked with his hands his whole life, so they were a good deal stronger than most men's hands. He was a stone mason who never wore gloves, so his hands were like rough sandpaper.

Dad sat between me and Nick and with lotion in his hands he reached between our legs and began to stroke. I looked down and my 7-inch-thick cock looked so small in his hand. And he gave a hand job with purpose. He wanted to drain it as fast as he could. I learned that summer that one had to be mentally prepared for all that. He gripped my cock hard, and stroked it fast and hard, and his sandpapery hands sliding up and down my shaft, and over my very sensitive cockhead was enough to make my balls tighten and shoot my load in probably less than a minute. Nick wasn't far behind. Dad always kept going for a few seconds after we came, and the giant muscular rough hands were simply too much to bear. There was some squirming and crying out from Nick and me, but dad just laughed at us.

The three of us lay back on the deck of the bow. Drained and contented. I sat up a little to look over at the watchers. The woman was there staring at us, and the man emerged wearing only black trunks and pulling a kayak. They were getting on the water.