My eyes opened to stillness in my bedroom. I laid still for a while, absorbed in the silence. There was no wind, no rain, no noise in the house. My bedroom was bathed in dusky light. The massive hurricane was supposed to last a full day at least. It was quiet now. The power was out so no lights, no electricity, and no air conditioning. I was used to that last part because my dad never liked to turn on the air. Now, during that summer of my 20th year, it seemed like the weather was getting hotter with more humidity, and the house was shut up tight because the rain was intense. It was probably about 3 or 4 in the afternoon. After the day's activities, I needed a nap.
I got up from my bed and stretched my arms to the ceiling. My skin pulled out painfully from under the patches of dried cum on my freshly shaved, hairless torso. I was in fresh pair of white striped Jockey briefs just like Jim Palmer wore in the ads that I enjoyed throughout my teen years. That should have given me some kind of insight into my own sexuality, but somehow it added to my confusion. I would easily get excited looking at Jim, but I also liked tits, too. I remember when my classmate Carol blossomed in the 7th grade. I couldn't take my eyes off her tight sweaters. I had a nice poster of Farah Fawcett on my wall. Although I often pictured her husband, Lee Majors, the Six Million Dollar Man, along with her. Maybe it was just sex I was attracted to. Despite all that sexual energy, I was still a virgin, technically. Or was I? It was just a few weeks since my Uncle Nick pleasured me with his mouth. I was almost 20 and that the was the first time my cock was inside any part of another human. Did I lose my virginity to my Uncle? No way. That didn't count. That was almost the same thing as jerking off.
Then there was the thing my dad. And there was the thing between my dad and Uncle Nick. There was a lot to be confused about. Damn. I thought about the events that transpired earlier today. My dad and I had a near naked wrestling match and jerk off session in the yard, in the middle of a hurricane. Then Uncle Nick, Dad, and I had a mutual jerk off session, using Uncle Nick's ample precum as lube. We huddled in our hallway outside the bathroom. Each of us with one arm around another's neck and the other hand stroking our cock. All our heads were together, like we were in some sort of warlock's coven, if there is such a thing. We were each panting and grunting, and breathing in each other's breaths as we all watched each other climax and shoot seed all over each other. Looked down at a patch of dried cum to the left of my belly button. It could have been my own, or Dad's, or Uncle Nick's. The thoughts brought a smile to my face. It was weird, but I was good with it all. It added a little validation to the confusing sexual attraction to my own father. It was somehow okay now. I felt more whole than I ever had before.
I stood before the window in my bedroom and pulled it open. I felt a gush of air blow out the window instead of in because of the low atmospheric pressure from the hurricane. Everything was still and there was no rain. The lighting was strange, like I was looking through a sepia filter at my back yard. There were no sounds outside, and no sounds in the house. Strange.
I opened my bedroom door and walked slowly down the hallway. The door to my parent's room was open a crack. I pushed it open slowly, and quietly. The bed was empty, but different then it looked before. There was no one there. I looked in the master bath, no one there either. I went through the kitchen and looked out back. No one there, but I noticed about a foot of water had collected on our back lawn. That tree branch Dad and I moved from the back deck stuck out of the newly formed pond on our lawn.
I heard the clink of weights in the basement and I headed downstairs. My dad and Uncle Nick were lifting weights. Dad was in his jockstrap and Nick was in tighty whities. Wait a minute. They were actually my dad's briefs. Both of them were pumped hard. Dad was lying on the bench fast pumping 135 pounds like any other man could do for 50 pounds. In just a few seconds of me standing there he got 10 reps in and was still going strong. Nick was a little chubbed up, for sure. He also looked good. He was curling 30 pound dumb bells. "Welcome to the gun show," said Nick and kissed his bicep.
"Oh jeeze. Calm down." I replied sarcastically. My dad finished what had to be his 50th rep, and sat up. Damn. The bench looked small under him. His freshly shaved skin was glowing pink. He was sweaty and panting. The jock was comically strained across his sack. "How many sets are you doing?" I asked.
"That was my third and final set. I'm done! Did you have a good nap while us guys were working out?"
"I did. Were you guys working out the whole time I was down?"
"More or less," said Nick. Two weeks ago that would have been a totally innocent comment. Now, some really incredible images popped into my head. And I didn't even feel weird. Uncle Nick looked at my dad with a knowing glance. As if he were trying to say something. My dad locked eyes with him and looked pensive. "Tell him," he said quietly and seriously.
"What?" My eyes darted back and forth between them. My dad looked up, took a deep breath in which filled his torso to comically large proportion. He looked like a different man now that he was shaved. His nipples are definitely pinker than flesh. Like mine. He exhaled hard and deflated. He looked and me and I saw a sadness in his big eyes.
"I need to honest with you, Son. You're old enough to know the truth."
"I looked right back at him. I don't think I was breathing. I felt a cold rush through my body on the inside. I was quiet for half a minute, then, "You mean there's more?!" I asked incredulously. "How could there possibly be more? Let's see. This week I learned that my uncle and my dad pleasure each other regularly. Since then I've been jerked off and sucked by my mom's brother, and I've jerked off with each of you twice. Hell, we shared cum." All three of us were quiet. Then Uncle Nick started to laugh and then my dad did the same. I was pissed for about 10 seconds and then laughed. It wasn't raucous laughter, more like a quiet, sustained chuckle. "What is it?"
