1. Hudson Family Tales Pt. 05


    Date: 6/5/2024, Categories: Gay Male, Author: byalexbraun3191 

    ... get you back out of that shirt," Pop smiled, and pulled my tee back over my head. We faced each other, bare-chested.

He shook his head. "Man, I just can't get over what a good looking young man you've become. I'm proud of you, Buddy." He traced the light hair around my nipples then looked down at my crotch. "You're just like Dad and Pop," he added. "Can't get the old pecker to stay down for long."

"Sorry, Pop."

"Don't be sorry. That's a gift. Don't waste it."

Pop pulled down his shorts, revealing his dangling shaft, plump head, and two balls as big as Dad's. I wished my balls were that big, but he had me beat.

Pop wasn't completely flaccid, but when he reached forward and pulled down my shorts, my dick bounced up and the difference was clear. "It has a mind of its own," I said.

"Don't I know it?" Pop chuckled. Then he turned around and opened the shower curtain to check the water. It was just right, he said, then held the curtain open and gestured for me to get in first.

I stepped into the tub, then Pop stepped in behind me. As the steamy water hit my smooth chest, I felt the heat from Pop's torso softly come into contact with my back. Then his big arms came around me, and his big hands slowly began to rub my hips. "How's that, Buddy?"

"It's good, Pop." I relaxed into his touch and let his athletic fingers explore my belly button and smaller pecs, before they trickled down to my pubes.

Pop breathed into my ears. "My Buddy's so grown now. Just like ...
    ... his old man and me."

My dick was charged up, but I knew I wasn't about to cum yet, which was good. I didn't want this to end, Pop caressing me from behind under the hot water. "This feels so good, Pop."

"Your dad used to like this, too. In fact, that's how our man time started. He tell you that?"

"No," I answered. "Actually, he hasn't said much about it."

"Oh no?”

"Nope. He was drunk that night. Now he pretends nothing happened."

"That's just like him," Pop said, his arms enveloping my chest into a sturdy hug. "Don't worry. He'll come around."

Pop's scruff felt so good moving against my ear, I didn't want him to stop talking. "Will you tell me the story? About Dad?" I asked.

I could feel Pop's grin on my ear. "Sure, Buddy," he answered. His hands returned to rubbing my belly. "Your dad was eighteen, just like you. Summer before he went away to college. But unlike you, he was an asshole. My devil child. Your Uncle John was the good one."

I chuckled. I always thought it was funny when Pop always called Dad his devil child.

"One night, he goes out and comes home at two in the goddamn morning. John's asleep up in his room, but I'm up waiting down in the living room. I'm pissed. Your dad stumbles in, drunk, acting like no big deal. Long story short, we get into it. We both say some mean shit to each other, and I take him out back to have it out so we don't wake up John. Eventually, we're fighting in the grass. I mean, don't forget, I wasn't always this ...
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