Warning! This story involves incest. Do not continue if you are likely to be offended!

Note: If you missed the previous chapters of Dynasty, you can start reading them here: Dynasty: Third Generation

I was so eager to get back to the Island and spend another few nights with Big Jim that I was waiting on the sidewalk outside Kevin's apartment long before he got home. He was still in his cover-alls from work and showing splatters of paint here and there. I had never asked what he did for a living, but it was obvious to me now that he must be a painter of some sort.

Kevin pulled up at the curb where I waited.

"Hey, Poco. Make yourself comfortable," he said, as he swung open the passenger door of his crew-cab truck for me. "I've just got to dash inside and grab a few things. I'll shower and change when we get to the beach house. I'll just be a couple of minutes." He was true to his word, and we were on our way within minutes, and even though it was Friday afternoon, the traffic gods smiled on us and we were at the ferry terminal in plenty of time to catch the five o'clock sailing. The four-hour trip from Kevin's to the beach house gave us plenty of time to chat.

It was obvious that Kevin was just about as excited as I was. One of the first things he told me was:

"Guess what! I did as Big Jim said and told my Mom and Dad that I'm gay and that Jim and I are a couple!"

"Oh, wow!" I exclaimed. "And how did they react?"

"It was crazy," Kevin mused. "A real anti-climax after all my sweating over it. They just said they had guessed a long long time ago and were happy for me and Jim. Dad wanted to know when I'll be moving in with Jim."

"That's great!" I said. "I told my parents about Big Jim, too," I informed him.

"Did you tell them he's old enough to be your grandfather?" Kevin asked.

"Sure," I informed him. "My parents make a big deal over being super-liberal, trendy, free-thinkers. They think they're a couple of swingers. It would have been very hypocritical of them to object to my sexual preferences. They were more pissed off when I mentioned that Big Jim has ties in the Vancouver movie industry and might be able to help me get my career started."

"That's hilarious," chuckled Kevin.

"So when are you moving in with Jim and Boy?" I asked.

"As soon as I talk it over with them," he said. "It's their home."

"Well, I'm sure they'll both be happy. Boy thinks you're great. In fact, he has always had the hots for you."

"How do you know?" Kevin asked.

"He told me ages ago. Before I ever found out you are his uncle. He told me he jerks off thinking about his Dad's boyfriend. He also told me a few more things over the phone this week."

"Such as?" Kevin asked.

"Such as what I was talking about on the ride home last week. Did you ask Jim about him and Boy like you said you would?

"Yes," Kevin admitted.

"And?" I queried. Although I already knew for myself, I wanted to make sure Kevin did too before I blurted anything out.

"Jim told me that they do have sex," he told me."That they've been doing it for five years or so."

"Does that bother you?" I asked him.

"No," he told me. "In fact, it makes me horny."

"Me, too," I agreed. "Boy confessed right away when I asked him about it. He says he's also jerked both the Jims off and slept with Big Jim a couple of times. He says Big Jim fucked him the first night. He fucked Big Jim the second night. Big Jim also told me about it."

"Hmm." said Kevin. "That doesn't make you jealous?"

"Shit no!" I assured him "It just makes us Big Jim and me even. I've fucked Boy, and now Big Jim has fucked Boy. In fact, we've all fucked each other. We're even."

"I like your logic!" Kevin laughed.

On the ferry trip there were people wherever we sat, so Kevin and I had to keep our conversation to normal dull topics, but when we drove off an hour and a half later, we picked up right where we had left off.

"You asked whether I'm jealous. Does any of this make you jealous?" I asked Kevin.

"It might have at one time, but since Jim admitted about him and Boy, I can accept almost anything now. He's told me almost everything that's been going on at the beach house since we left."

"Then you know about the three-way cocksucking?" I asked.

"Sure do!" Kevin laughed. "Made me so horny when Jim was telling me about it, I came all over the living-room carpet!"

This family grouping apparently happened Wednesday morning, after Boy had slept with his grandfather for the second night in a row. Boy and Big Jim had woken up late, and were laying in bed, having a 'bit of a feel" of each other, and feeling guilty. They could hear the sounds and smell the aroma of fresh coffee as Jim started breakfast in the kitchen below.

As they lay there, they heard Jim mounting the stairs, then the door opened. Jim entered to tell them time to get themselves downstairs. Feeling guilty for no real reason, they stopped jerking on each other's cocks under the covering sheet, but they are both big-dicked guys and couldn't disguise the massive tents their cocks made beneath the sheets.

Jim laughed, seeing this.

"Didn't you two get enough of each other last night?" he asked. "It sounded to me like someone was getting a good butt-fucking."

"Yes, me," Big Jim admitted. "I guess I got a little noisy."

"'Oh, yes, Boy! Fuck me! Fuck me!'" Jim mocked kindly.

Jim was fully-dressed in jeans and shirt, but when the two in the bed threw back the sheet and he saw the two stiff cocks of his son and his father, his own got rigid right away.

"Fuck it! Breakfast can wait," he exclaimed as unzipped to let his cock spring free. He kneeled on the bed beside Boy.

"Want sausage for breakfast?" he asked Boy.

"You're too good to me, Dad," Boy joked.

"Not as good as this," pointed out Old Jim, as he took Boy's rigid cock in his mouth. "Lift your leg so I can get at your ass," he ordered, and when Boy did so began finger-fucking him.

In no time at all, extremely excited by this family tableau, both Jim and Boy were shooting cum into the respective mouths they were buried in. Both Boy and Big Jim had trails of cum dribbling down their chins and onto their chests when they eventually drew apart.

Big Jim, who hadn't cum yet, suggested to his son, "You and I have never really got together yet. How about you suck your old man off? Collect some cream for your coffee?"

"That'd be hot," Jim agreed, and soon, with Boy watching on, he was gobbling on his father's cock, faster and faster, till the older man, thoroughly aroused by it all, shot his load of cum into his son's mouth.

"Sounds good to me," Old Jim agreed.

That's the way Old Jim had described it to me when we had talked on the phone later that day. I didn't mind. I'd sure fucked a lot of guys in my short life, and Old Jim had gone forty years or so without man-sex. I wasn't in the least bit jealous.

"Yeah, that's pretty much the way Jim told it to me. Did Big Jim also tell you that he and Jim slept together Wednesday night?"

"Yeah, he did," I said. "That was pretty hot, too. Does that bother you at all?" I asked.

"Not a bit," Kevin assured me, "now it's all out in the open. Just makes me very horny."

"Me too," I concurred, thinking back on what Big Jim had told me about his night with their father and son night. I didn't get to think about it for long, however, before Kevin's iPhone gave out it instant message beep.

"Must be Jim," he announced. "I'd better pull over and see what he has to say." At the first available place, Kevin pulled the truck over to the side of the road and parked on the shoulder. It was still quite light outside with Daylight Saving in effect. He stepped out to stretch his legs while he checked the message and replied. I steeped out too. I needed to leak and there was not a lot of traffic along this part of the road.

"Oh, oh! Problems!" Kevin called over to me.

"What's going on," I asked.

"Apparently, Farmer Brown just phoned. They gather he must have seen Jim and Boy down at the beach this afternoon, naked and sucking each other off or worse. He's calling them a bunch of faggots and homos, and threatening to block the road through his property and call the police. Boy's going over to the farm to try to reason with him."

"Why Boy, and not Big Jim?" I asked.

"Because Boy thinks the farmer has the hots for him," Kevin informed me.

"Oh, wow!" I exclaimed. "but there's nothing much we can do about it from here. I just hope the road's not blocked when we gat there." By this time we were less than half an hour away from the beach house and Farmer Brown's.

Kevin was noticeably upset by the news and concentrated on the road ahead, but as I said, there was nothing we could do about it, so I went back to reminiscing about what Big Jim had told me about this hook-up night with his son:

After supper Wednesday night, it didn't take long before Big Jim was making "I'm kinda tired" noises, hinting that it was time to hit the hay.

Jim took this the wrong way, and asked, "Don't you want to play with me tonight after all?"

"Fuck, yes!" Big Jim exploded. "I was trying to tell you let's get to it!"

"You horny old buggers!" Boy laughed at his father and grandfather. "I'll keep out of this and sleep on the couch again tonight!"

"No," objected his father. "Sleep in Kevin's and my bed if you don't want to join Pops and me."

Boy agreed, so then Jim and Big Jim headed for the bedroom.

Once the two Jims were in the bedroom, Big Jim took no time at all to get naked and on the bed. Jim hadn't even gotten his shirt off before his father demanded:

"Get your hairy ass over here! I want a taste of it. I want to tongue your hole and loosen it up before I fuck your tight ass!"

"Oh, boy!" laughed Jim. "So demanding. Such a strict daddy!"

"I'll show you who's in charge here," his father said. "Now get up here and the bed and spread those hairy cheeks!" Jim did as Big Jim ordered and meekly spread his buttocks apart to give his father access.

When Big Jim told me about this on the phone, he admitted that he had never eaten a man's ass before and expected some nasty tastes, but instead found it rather delightful. He loved forcing his spit-wet tongue into his son's man-hole and making him squirm. It wasn't long before it was driving Jim crazy, and he was beginning,

"Oh Pops! Fuck me. Fuck me now! Do it doggy-style," so Jim kneeled on all fours on the bed, and Old Jim, on his knees, squirmed in behind him. Jim's hole was wet with his father's saliva and his own body juices, and Old Jim's cock was already dripping loads of pre-cum. Old Jim rubbed the pre-cum along his shaft and put its tip to Jim's hole. He didn't even have to ease it in. Jim was so eager to have it, he pushed back fast onto his father's cock and forced it into himself in one quick drive. Seven inches drove into him without any hesitation.

"Oh, fuck, son! That's good!" Old Jim exclaimed.

"Sure is," Jim agreed. "Now fuck me hard. Shoot your load in my ass, then I'll fuck you!" So Big Jim gave his boy a terrific pounding.

Big Jim told me later that fucking his son, and then taking Jim's big cock up his own ass right after, were the two horniest things he had ever done. He assured me, though, that sex with Boy and sex with Jim were not nearly as exciting to him as sex with me. He told me he thinks he might be in love with me, even though we've only spent one night together. I know how he feels. I'm pretty sure I'm in love with him. This weekend will put it to the test.

Thinking about all this had made me very horny again. If Kevin didn't seem so concerned about what was going on at the beach house I would have suggested I give him a blow-job while he drove. But I didn't.

As we drove down the rough road from the highway to the beach house, the shadows were getting longer, even though it was far from dark yet. Ken vin was a little apprehensive as we came to the gate leading through the back of the Brown farm, but it was open as it apparently always was, and we drove on through.

"Oh, shit!" exclaimed Kevin as he looked towards the Brown farmhouse some distance away toward the ocean front. I followed his gaze. There was a police car parked at the back of the farmhouse, and I could make out two constables in their black pants and light brown shirts talking to someone by the back door.

We drove on through, hopefully unnoticed, and soon reached the beach house. Jim and Big Jim came out to meet us.

"What's happening?" Kevin asked.

"We don't know," Old Jim told him, after he had given me a hug and a swift kiss. "Boy went off to talk to Mr. Brown nearly an hour ago, and hasn't come back yet."

"There were two cops at the farmhouse when we drove by," Kevin told them. "They were talking to the farmer at the back door."

"Was Boy there?" asked Jim, anxiously.

"Didn't see him," Kevin replied.

"How about Mrs, Brown?" asked Old JIm. "She's the religious one, and most likely to make a fuss like this."

"No, just the farmer," Kevin replied.

"Well, let's go inside and wait," Big Jim suggested. "You two eat on the ferry? If you didn't, I can whip you up a sandwich or something." We assured him we were fine. We had both had over-priced burgers on the boat. But we did what he suggested about going inside to wait.

"Just wish we knew where the fuck Boy's got to!" fretted Jim.

Probably another twenty minutes passed before we heard the sound of a car engine slowly approaching the house. We peeped out. It was the police cruiser, but at least its lights weren't flashing, which was a good sign. We went back to the front room and waited.

A couple of minutes later there was a knock on the back door. Big Jim went down the a hall to answer it. Two RCMP officers in summer uniform stood there.

"Yes, officers? Can I help you?"

"Maybe," said one of the officers. "We had a complaint phoned in late this afternoon."

"Oh," commented Big Jim, pretending ignorance. "What about?" The officer seemed a little uneasy about explaining.

"May we come inside?" he asked.

"By all means," we heard him say, then led the two RCMP through to the sun-room where the rest of us were now seated. The two cops gave us the once over.

"Now what's this all about?" Old Jim asked.

Again the officer hesitated. His partner, and older cop, broke in.

"Well, it seems the person who made the phone complaint claimed he witnessed a man and his son having oral sex on the beach. Now normally, that would be grounds for two complaints: first, sex in a public place, but your beach way out here is hardly public; but second, sex between a man and his son is incest, which is a federal crime."

"Was it you and your son?" asked the younger cop.

"I wasn't even on the beach today. My son was," Big Jim said, in a slip of the tongue.

"Your son? " asked the older cop. "And which is he?"

"I'm his son," volunteered Jim.

"I see," considered the older cop, eyeing Jim and I. I knew what he was thinking!

"And was your son with you?" the cop asked Jim, pointedly.

I jumped into the conversation hurriedly.

"I was with him," I blurted out. "Just me and Jim. We didn't see anyone round. We didn't think we were bothering anyone."

"And you are this man's son?" the young cop asked.

"Fuck no!" I stated. "I mean hell no! He's just an older friend."

"And did you two have oral sex?" the older cop asked.

I pretended to be embarrassed, before I answered. "Well, yes, but that's not a crime any more. After all, we're consenting adults."

"Do you have any ID to prove that?" the older cop asked. "I mean that you are an adult?" I gladly pulled out my drivers' license for him.

Having scrutinized my license, he stated, "Sorry, gentlemen. It seems there's nothing criminal here. Just one more thing? Is your son actually here?" he asked Jim.

"No," Jim replied truthfully. "Poco is the only young man here." But where the hell was Boy?

"The complainant has actually withdrawn his complaint," the older cop told us, "but we have to follow up on these things once the complaint has been made. He must have realized his mistake," he added.

"Some mistake," I joked. "Maybe he was jealous. Maybe he wanted to put his cock in my mouth. Maybe he wanted me to blow him too." I could see the two officers were measuring me up with renewed interest. "Can I see you guys to your car?" I asked, as suggestively as I could without stating the obvious. I saw a glance pass between them and sensed their ears pricking up.

As I led them out of the room, I could see a subtle smirk on Big Jim's face.

Once we were outside in the gathering twilight, the older cop asked:

"Does he pay you for sex?"

"God, no!" I exclaimed. "I'm not a rent boy!"

"Is he your lover," the younger asked.

"No!" I told them. "I just like sucking older men's cocks," I added honestly.

"We're older men," the young cop blurted out. He glanced at his partner, who smiled and nodded.

"Yes," I agreed, " and if you just happened to take out your cocks to take a leak or something, I might be overcome by the irresistible urge to suck your cocks."

By now we had reached their parked cruiser and we moved round to put it between us and the view from the house.

"I think I need to piss," said the older cop, unbuckling his belt, undoing his fly, and letting his belt, pants and underwear drop to his ankles.

"Me, too," agreed the younger, following suit.

In a moment I was kneeling between the two, gobbling on them alternately, savouring the salty pre-cum of the younger who was oozing it liberally. These two were unlikely to follow up on what had happened here, especially we they each in turn came in my mouth and all over my chin and chest. It was worth it to know they would go away with lips sealed.

I watched their tail-lights disappear back toward the Brown farm, then went back into the house, wiping the cop cum off me with a tissue.

"They gone?" asked Big Jim. I nodded.

"Did you suck their cocks?" he added.

"Yep," I stated. "I think that completed their investigations."

All three of the men in the living room gave me a round of applause.

But there was still no sign of Boy. I could tell Jim was getting worried. Big Jim was rather concerned, too. But it was not till well after we had heard the sound of the cop car fading in the distance as it climbed the hill back up to the highway that the back door opened and Boy came in.

"Where have you been?" demanded his father. "We've been worried.

I've been busy getting Mr. Brown to drop the charges," he told us.

"Oh, how did you do that?" asked Jim.

Boy filled in the details for us:

When he first arrived at the Brown farmhouse, Mr Brown had greeted him most belligerently.

"Get out of here! I called the cops. They'll be here soon, " he told Boy. "Don't want none of you young faggots round here! What if my wife had seen what I seen. She'd have had a heart attack, I'm sure. Just as well she's away visiting her sister!"

"We weren't doing any harm!" Boy objected. "We didn't know you were hiding in the bushes."

"Hiding in the bushes indeed!" the old man snorted. "I was just out for a nice stroll and there you are sucking your daddy's dick! That's a sin!"

"What's a sin? Sucking dick? Or sucking my daddy?"

"Both's a sin," the farmer insisted, but already Boy could see the man's overalls tenting at the crotch as he recalled what he had seen.

"Were we hurting you in any way?" Boy asked.

"Well, no," the man admitted.

"Did you enjoy watching?" Boy asked slyly.

"No!" exclaimed the farmer, but then admitted, "Well, maybe just a little."

"Did it give you a woody" persisted Boy. "Like now …"?

The farmer was obviously going commando and there was no hiding the massive bulge in his pants.

"Of course not," insisted the man, but his tone was softening.

"Would you like for me to suck you like I sucked my Dad?" Boy asked, sensing he had the man hooked now.

"Well, maybe …" Mr. Brown began.

"Would you withdraw the complaint you made to the police if I sucked you off?"

The older man considered his options.

"Well, it depends of how good it is and what else you can do for me. You'd better come inside." Mr. Brown opened the screen door and led Boy through to a dimly-lit bedroom, obviously not the master bedroom, and Boy got the impression that it might once have been the bedroom of the farmer's son.

In the bedroom, Mr, Brown shucked off his overalls and let his huge cock bounce free. Boy admitted to us later that it was very impressive and he enjoyed taking it in his mouth and sucking it.

"Ooh, that's good," moaned the farmer. "My old lady won't suck my cock for me. She says it's dirty. Get your clothes off, son. I want to fuck you in the ass next!"

Boy wriggled out of his clothes still sucking the farmer's cock, but in the middle of this they heard a car pulling up at the rear of the house.

"Shit, I bet that's the police!" he cried, leaping from the bed and pulling on his overalls. "You stay here and keep quiet," he ordered.

"OK," responded Boy, "but you withdraw that complaint, or I'll come to the door naked and say you were raping me," he threatened.

"OK, OK," whispered the farmer as knocking was heard at the back door. "But I get to fuck you after they leave?"

"Sure, sure!" Boy agreed.

The farmer scurried to the back door, and Boy heard him quite clearly chatting with the two officers. He heard the man keeping his word and saying that thinking back he could have been mistaken about what he thought he had seen, that he wanted to withdraw his complaint. It took a while, but eventually the officers said they would just go and check for themselves, and departed for the beach house.

Although Boy gave in the Mr. Brown's demand and let the old man fuck his ass, his heart just wasn't in it. Even though Boy loved a big dick inside him, he couldn't help thinking about what the police might be doing at the beach house.

Mr. Brown had just cum in Boy's ass when they heard the cops return and soon their knock on the back door. While Boy dressed, the farmer answered the door. Boy heard the cops telling him he had been mistaken, that although the might have been some sexual activity going on, the two persons involved were not father and son, and that they spoken to the two and cautioned them to be more discreet in future. Boy guessed that it was me the cops had spoken to.

When Farmer Brown returned to the bedroom, he begged Boy not to tell anyone what they had done, but Boy refused, saying that if we had any problems from him in the future, the whole world would know.

As soon as the cop car had disappeared up the hill, Boy made his way back to the beach house. When he finished telling his story, we all clapped him just as the others had applauded me earlier.

Big Jim – my man – set the tone for the rest of the weekend.

"Well guys, after those couple of stressful hours, I think we all need to just relax and unwind. We're all family here – well, almost, or we soon will be – so we need to be completely free and open with other. Let's all get rid of these confounded clothes and really get to know each other – just go with the flow and see where the weekend takes us. I can assure you, that by the time it's over none of us will ever be shy with any other of us again.

"Kevin, you've sort of been left out of most of this," he continued. "Get those overalls off, and let me suck on that big dick of yours."

Kevin did so, and soon Big Jim was naked and setting the standard for us all by sucking on Kevin's huge dick.

If you think I'm going to tell you everything that went on that weekend, you're quite mistaken. It would just be a dry catalogue of sucking and fucking and licking and hugging and kissing, of twosomes and threesomes and moresomes . I'm sure it would bore you.

But to sum it all up, by the end of those two days, it was agreed that Kevin was moving back in with Jim, and Boy would continue to live - and love - with them, that I was moving in with Big Jim, and that we had all had a fantastic but extremely long and exhausting weekend! Just as well it wasn't a holiday weekend!