The summer I turned 20 was a big one. It was after my first year away at college. I came home for the summer to help my dad while my mom was away. In the weeks before my birthday, our town was hit by a substantial hurricane that was blew strong for more than 12 hours. The wind and rain took down trees, powerlines and our power. The air was hot and heavy with humidity. We had no lights or air conditioning and couldn't open the windows. We were three sweaty men stuck in the house. The outside was completely flooded. The water was maybe a foot deep in some areas of our property. Plenty of life changing things happened during that storm. The winds blew in a completely new perspective on my life and sexuality.
As a fit college wrestler virgin, i hadn't yet seen a path forward. I didn't know who I was or why I felt the way I did. My dad, a big burly Italian contractor, revealed some truths to me about who I was which explained a lot of the feelings I have always had. Turns out my Uncle Nick, my mom's brother, actually had similar feelings for my dad, and my dad, well, I am not entirely sure what he felt.
At the beginning of that storm I believed I had a biological connection to the two men in the house, but then, it was revealed to me that my dad was not my biological father. So I was not in fact biologically related to him. Then, I learned that my Uncle Nick, was not actually my mom's biological brother. Nick was born in Italy in the 1950s and was orphaned shortly after birth for some unknown reason. The church there was very connected to my family and through a program with a church in Brooklyn New York, he was sent to America. My grandparents took him in and raised him as their own. So he was not my mom's biological brother, and he was also not my biological Uncle. We were now three unrelated men trapped in a hot house with no power during a hurricane. That summer, everything changed.
I had just given Jack, the man formally known as "Dad" the most ferocious, hungry blow job ever. That was easy because it was the first time I actually gave a blow job. It was both weird and rewarding. On one hand, it was my father's cock that was the first to enter my mouth - that is weird. It's indisputable. On the other hand, it was a cock that occupied many thoughts and fantasies - that was reward and that was also indisputable.
Now the three of us were lounging around on various chairs and couches in the living room. It was getting dark and we still had no power. The room was bathed in sepia light of a stormy dusk that came from a big picture window. The light soon faded to complete darkness, except when there was lightening that flashed through the room. My dad was sprawled on the couch with one massive leg hoisted on the back of the couch. He was snoring in a deep sleep. The man came three times today. Possibly four. His big ball sack and fat slab were stuffed into his tiny jock. Uncle Nick, slept in the recliner in a pair of my dad's briefs. It looked like he had a boner. And there I was, sitting upright, but relaxed, legs outstretched from the bucket chair i sat in. My Jockey briefs were straining. I decided to play with my cock.
I pulled down the front of my briefs and my freshly shaved cock snapped free. Early this morning we each shaved our bodies completely. It was as if we were shedding the constraints of the past. The lies that held us back from the pleasure coven we were in at the moment. Like I said, we were different. Our shaved bodies were living proof. I slowly and quietly stroked my cock thinking about the day's events. I was working up my third orgasm of the day. As I tallied up the orgasms, I realized Nick was one cum behind us. Hmm. Should I take care of him? He was really the one who got me to this point in my evolution.
The lightening flashed and I confirmed everyone was still asleep. I stood up and let my briefs fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and walked toward Nick. The lightening flashed again as I stood over him, slowly stroking my cock. He looked good. His muscular chest heaved slowly with every breath. He was peaceful, but his cock was hard. I continued stroking slowly.
I reached down and gently pulled the front of Nick's briefs down. My fingers lightly brushed his very warm, very swollen cock. I hooked the waistband under his balls and lightly touched his balls and his swollen member. My dad snored deeply in the background. I knelt down to the side of Nick and put my face closer to him. I rubbed his fleshy cockhead across my lips. He twitched a little and put his head to the side. I took him into my mouth. He tasted so good. My dad, Jack, continued to snore. The lightening flashed and if anyone was awake they would have seen my head engulfing Nick's cock. I couldn't believe it was really happening.