Watching Dad & Unc

I could hear the loud, greedy gulps as Dad swallowed load after load, throat working, some of the creamy white spilling out the corners of his stretched lips and running down his chin.
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I sat in Dad’s office until it was time for him to leave work. He’s the Vice-President of the technical college I attend, and since his truck was in the shop, I offered him a ride home. On the way we talked about everything and nothing, but mostly about the big Fourth of July cookout he and Mom were throwing for the extended family. Most of our relatives lived within driving distance of our place near Savannah, Georgia, but Mom’s brother, Uncle Bobby, and his wife Aunt Linda had flown in from Phoenix. They’d be staying the weekend in the guest bedroom that also doubled as Dad’s computer room.
When we pulled up to the house, their rental car was already in the driveway. Mom and Aunt Linda’s laughter spilled out of the kitchen as Dad and I came in through the back door. Uncle Bobby was stretched out in Dad’s favorite recliner watching baseball, a cold beer in his hand. Dad and I headed to our rooms to change into something more comfortable.
When I came back downstairs, Dad and Uncle Bobby were talking in the living room. Dad had thrown on a pair of loose-fitting shorts and nothing else. The thin fabric clung to the heavy outline of his cock and balls, the thick shaft clearly visible down one leg. He wasn’t even trying to hide it. Uncle Bobby’s eyes kept dropping to that bulge, lingering, and more than once I saw him reach down and adjust his own growing package. Both men were 53, roughly the same solid build—Dad 6’2″ and 220-230 pounds of still-muscular dad-bod, Uncle...