Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2018 22:20:58 +0000 (UTC) From: brad rent Subject: Chapter 9 of "Wilson Goes to Camp" This is a fictional story of one man's entry into orbit about his penis. It'll probably end up at about 20 chapters, even though I've only written 7 so far. I cum multiple times while writing each chapter, so the pages are probably a little sticky. I invite feedback at brad_rent@yahoo.com. Please make a contribution to Nifty.org to make sure these and other stories keep being published. Chapter 9- A Day of Firsts After dinner, Millie announced that she had some errands she needed to run in town and wanted to visit some friends and that we shouldn't wait up for her. Marty and Will exchanged glances, then Marty looked at me; I started getting my hopes up that maybe they'd get a bate going tonight and they'd let me watch or even take part as a warm-up to camp. Soon after we finished dinner, Millie gave Will and dad a peck on the cheek and headed out. Just as she went out the door, she glanced at me and gave me a slight smile and a wink. "Enjoy your evening, boys," was the last thing she said as she left. I adjourned to my room and finished the last-minute packing I needed to do before I was taken to camp the next day. Anticipating some dick time tonight, I put on a pair of my nylon running shorts and a t-shirt for easy undressing. I pulled the inner lining of the shorts aside underneath so my cock and balls hung freely and my half-boner showed more as it moved against the thin, black nylon outer short. As I headed downstairs, Will was coming up. As his eyes were level with my middle, he noticed my wobbling cock shielded only by the thin nylon cloth. His abject stare told me he noticed I was free-balling and slightly hard—his smile indicated he appreciated the view and what it promised for later! Stopping on the stairs, he said "I'm going to head out for a quick jog since the days are staying light so late; when I get back, maybe we can get better acquainted... if that's ok with you and your dad." His gaze never left my crotch and that made my penis lurch a bit with anticipation. "I'd like nothing better," I replied. I casually squeezed my cock and balls a little, hoping the gesture would leave no doubt that I was interested in at least watching him masturbate with Marty and even participating, if he didn't mind beating off with someone my age. Now that I'm older, I know that handling a teenaged boy's junk is very near the top of the sexual bucket list. Marty heard us on the stairs and emerged from the library with his cell phone in his hand. "Don't you two look athletic... you two gonna play some soccer or something? Will was startled at Marty's voice and jumped a little. "Actually, I'm going out for a quick run; when I get back, I thought the three of us would put in a video and get a little bit better acquainted, if that's ok with you," answered Will. The shit-eating grin on my face told Marty all he needed to know about my willingness to `get to know' Will better. Just then, Marty's phone gonged, indicating he'd gotten another text. After reading it, he smiled and said, "It seems Neil and Tristan are looking forward to camp... they want to know if we'd like to get together after it's over for a `romp' as he puts it. He says he can meet us anywhere we'd like, including the bath house again, if that's the most convenient... I'll tell him we'll get back about the where, but I'm assuming from the tent in your shorts that you don't really care where we `romp'... right? Maybe I can talk Millie into hosting a 6-way here at the house. My penis gave another lurch. He typed a reply and got another gong almost immediately. "He says they can wait for more on a location and he hopes we can get together while at camp as well." He read some more but didn't share any of the rest of the text with me. "Is that all?" I asked. "That's all you need to know for now... he's just going on about the bath house the other night," Marty answered. "What about the bath house?" I asked. "I know you two disappeared for a time while Tristan and I were talking about camp... where did you guys go? Come on, fess up... you two came from the co-ed section with a particularly satisfied look—what happened? "We had a not-so-chance encounter with Sylvia—you remember her, the receptionist? Well, you'll recall that I stayed behind to meet Neil and Tristan when you and Brian went into the changing room. We hit it off pretty well and agreed that maybe we could have a little naked time in the coed section if we did it discreetly... when she saw Neil come in, it convinced her that a little 3-way action was right up her alley! It seems the help does indeed sometimes mess around with the customers, if the customers show interest, the boss has left for the day, and there's no one else in the massage area of the co-ed section... it seems she has a pretty good closed circuit TV system so she could track me and Neil down. She said she has a particular penchant for older men with thick, hard penises that are willing to participate in three-way quickies with beautiful, young nymphomaniacs, so we obliged her—don't worry about keeping it from your mom—I didn't fuck her but Neil sure did, with a little help from his friend: me. Will seemed a little confused, not knowing who Neil and Tristan were, but I stared open-mouthed at Marty remembering the gorgeous young girl who checked us in. After saying nothing for a moment or two, he added "well, you asked... Hey, I'll bet we can find a video that we can all enjoy after Will gets back from his run. In the meantime, follow me up to my room for a minute." Will headed out the front door and Marty and I headed upstairs. On the way, Marty continued, "Speaking of penchants, Will has a particular penchant for asses—mine, yours, Millie's, even his own—it doesn't much matter... since it looks like we might have a little fun tonight, I want you to be ready in case Will tries anything with you." Reaching the bathroom immediately off his bedroom, he reached into the shower and brought out something that looked like a hot water bag that mom used when I said I felt sick, only this one had a hose attached to the neck of the bag and what looked like a butt-plug on the other end. It had obviously been used recently, as there was some water on the outside of the bag and a drop or two on the hose. "This is an enema machine—ever used one?" I'd heard Brian talking about enemas when he was describing the `ass appreciation' class I was signed up for at camp, but I had no idea how it worked. "No, but Brian has talked about enemas... how does it work?" I asked, holding up the 3-foot hose attached to the bottom of the bag. "Well, I used it a little bit ago—that's why it's still kind of wet... here's how it works... first, we fill the bag with warm water... go ahead and slide your shorts off and bend over the sink there..." My boner had grown substantially and it was now difficult to get my shorts down over the tip. When I finally got the waist-band of my shorts over the glans, it caught slightly and slapped up against my stomach, throbbing and aching for release. "Bend over... that's it... then we stick the hose up into your cute little ass like this... then the bag empties into your rectum... you're gonna want to shit right away, but you need to clench hard and hold it in for a few minutes... there, the bag's empty and you're full. Now just hold it in and sit on the toilet here... try to hold off letting it out for 60 seconds or so." It all happened so quickly, I didn't have time to process that my step father had just watched me lower my running shorts over my hard cock, handled and spread apart my ass cheeks, stuck something like a butt-plug up into my butt-hole, watched my cock throb against my abs while my ass filled with water, and then just as quickly removed the plug a moment later. "I'll leave you to it, then, just make sure you're fully drained when you're done, take a quick shower and I'll see you downstairs in a few minutes. Make sure you use soap on the butt-plug end to make sure it's clean for the next user and hang it over the shower knob to dry out. And oh, by the way, Uncle Will's also gonna love that beautiful hard cock you're sporting there... if I didn't know better, I'd say you kind of like someone playing with your cute little butt. I think he's going to have a great time tonight! My cock throbbed with each beat of my heart... I guess I did like having someone mess with my ass after all... and it sounded like Marty at least was game to let me play with him and Will later. My boner was just as hard after my shower and I didn't bother to put the shorts back on, knowing it was just Marty and me in the house. I re-donned the t-shirt and headed downstairs, shorts in hand. I heard Marty rummaging around in the study—I suppose over here in `jolly ole England' it's called a `Lye-Brih.' He was kneeling down in front of a cabinet near the wide-screen TV. He had already shed his shoes, socks and jeans and was stooped down wearing only his bulging tightie-whities and a t-shirt. "Will told me to have a look at their rather extensive collection of porn in here... I`m finding some pretty interesting DVDs. Glancing over his shoulder, I saw that there were dozens of DVD cases filed in large milk crates hand labeled by subject: `man', `man-man,' `man-girl-man,' `girl-man-girl,' `girl-girl,' `girl alone' and `other.' I wondered what `other' might be, but Marty pulled out the `man-girl-man' box first. Within that box, there were in turn three other smaller dividers: `same age,' `older-younger,' and `family.' He read my mind and pulled out 10-12 or so of DVDs from the `family' section. My dick continued to throb and my nuts sucked up against the base as Marty read the titles. "All in the Family," "Sibling Rivalry," "Grandpa gets Frisky," "My Sister's Friends Cum Over to Play..." I see at least some of these has got you boned," he said, gesturing and poking gently at my rock-hard dick with one of the DVDs. "Let's see if this one gets you off," he said, popping a shiny disc out of the box and inserting it into the player. The TV bloomed to life. While all the intro crap went by in some language other than English—Italian maybe?—we settled down and watched; me in a big over-stuffed chair and Marty on the large sofa. Since I'd come downstairs naked below the waist, it took no time for me to slip the loose t-shirt over my head; I was now completely naked. Looking around the room, I noticed that the chair I'd chosen was covered in leather and appeared somewhat unusual in that the arms were slightly lower and stuck out more forward than most arm chairs. It was super comfortable but was so deep it was hard to sit up straight, so I slouched just like back home. "I see you've discovered the `fuck chair,' said Marty looking over his shoulder. "You'll notice right away why it's called that—notice that the seat is just the right height for someone kneeling in front to fuck somebody that might be sitting there... also it's designed to make it easy to sling a leg or two up over the arms, spreading your crotch to its maximum." I put one leg up over an arm and noticed right away that the air against my newly cleaned-out butt-hole was very refreshing. My balls were already sucked up against the base of my cock and I couldn't wait to shoot off my first load! Marty lost his t-shirt as well, leaving on only his `tightie-whities,' a pretty hefty bulge showing that probably wasn't going to stay inside those clingy shorts for very long. The previews that ran before the feature began clearly showed that this movie house specialized in older men with incredibly huge penises and fat, pendulous balls fucking beautiful skinny young maids, daughters, nieces, and many of their young friends. One even showed a priest with the trademark very large cock fucking women in a confession booth! Clearly a collection of films that catered to all sexual tastes, including bisexuals, many of the previews also showed the same incredibly huge penises and fat pendulous balls—I wondered if there was a way to `photoshop' a movie—also being sucked by skinny young butlers, nephews, sons and all their school friends as well... I wondered if all Italian men had thick, long penises. I could tell that this was going to be a great cinematic experience! The title page flashed up: "Family Vacation" in English subtitles at the bottom of the screen. A quick glance over at Marty showed what I suspected—he'd pulled out all his junk and tucked the waistband of his underwear down under his tightly contracted nut-sack. His rapid strokes showed that he, too was well on his way to a pretty massive goo shot, even before we knew what the plot might be! The first scene unfolded with the family driving down the road in the family sedan with obvious Italian mountain scenery and opening credits scrolling by. As the credits ended, the camera zoomed in through the windshield. Mom, in an evident fit of lust, had pulled her beautiful, full titties out of her tight sports bra and was busy squeezing her brown, leathery nipples to full erection. Her breasts were medium-sized but showed that when she was at the beach or by a pool, she was always topless, as there was no differentiation in the color of her skin. Her areolae were small but the hard center suckable part stuck out like my little finger and pointed up and to the sides—they looked like small machine guns; I was hoping that when I got to see my Aunt Millie's tits, they looked just like this. Mom had taken dad's cock out of his ugly plaid shorts and was slowly stroking his very impressive boner—a trademark boner probably. One of her legs was propped on the dashboard, giving dad access to her carefully trimmed snatch. He was busy fingering her pussy under the frilly tennis skirt with the crotch of her panties off to one side. First one, then two fingers disappeared up into her sweet little cunt, the camera moved in close to show the lips clinging to his fingers on each withdrawal, then disappearing as they plunged back in all the way. A stain had formed on dad's dark t-shirt where his pre-cum was flowing and marking where the tip of his massive cock was plastered against his torso. Mom licked some of the pearly liquid off her fingers and changed stroking hands. She looked into the back seat where the camera showed a similar activity taking place. There was a young girl on her back, head against the door with a young boy vigorously tongue fucking her completely shaved pussy while jacking his own equally large dick (like father-like son). He had his unusually large cock pulled out of his running shorts similar to those I had sported earlier—only his were blue. The kids in the back seat were just that—kids! The boy looked about 12; more probably a 14-year-old cast for the part because he looked 12—Italy's age of consent. The camera moved in close and showed that the girl's snatch wasn't shaved, but rather had yet to grow any hair there at all! Obviously another younger-looking 14-year-old, perfectly cast. Brother was lapping at her naked cunt with a definite rhythm. She had her shirt open and was pinching two tiny breast buds, one with each hand, her eyes closed and head thrown back. Sister's nipples were younger, pink versions of mom's very long, pointy suckable nubs. Soon, mom then reached into the back seat and took over milking the boy's cock, leaving him to concentrate on feasting on his sister's pussy. Marty evidently also noticed how young the two in the back seat looked, saying "remind me not to take this film with me back to the states... I think I'd be arrested for possessing kiddie porn." Then added, "but it's pretty damn hot anyway, eh? "What have we here!" bellowed Will as he walked into the room. Both Marty and I jumped and almost came with the sudden surge of adrenaline. "Started without me, I see," he continued. Entering further into the room, Will dropped the towel he'd been holding around himself—obviously he was fresh from the shower after his run. I don't know if it was because I was already at `max lust' watching both this very hot vid as well as seeing Marty stroking his big cock or what, but when I finally focused on the vision before me, I was stunned. This tall, lean, blonde Adonis stood there with his still-wet blonde locks framing his handsome face, chiseled abs and full chest with erect pencil-eraser nipples at the bottom of his pecs, pointing down, and a semi-erection that by throbbed and nodded with each beat of his heart... he could have been the dad in the video we were watching, it was so thick and long, even semi-hard. Watching the screen, he joined us by gripping his cock-meat with both hands and with two or three strokes, brought it to full mast, pulling it down and releasing it to slap against his hard abs and point to the sky. No wonder Marty—and later his sister, Millie—hooked up with this walking, talking sex machine. His hairless balls were bulging, massive orbs against the base of his beautiful cock that quivered with each full-length stroke of his fist, indicating that he'd been aroused for a while—probably watching from the doorway as me and Marty nuded up and started stroking to this awesome piece of Italian film-making. "I see you found my favorite DVD... whenever I watch this one, I can never decide what to do first: jump right on the dad and bury his beautiful cock ball-deep in my ass, fuck the mom `til I fill her snatch with my cum, chew on the daughter's nipples `til she screams, or drive my prick deep into the boy's ass in the back seat... I think today, though, I want to just stand here and watch you two stroke these absolutely beautiful dicks right here in my own study... my God, Marty, you never told me what a beautiful young man young Wilson here is... what a delectable treasure (did all English people talk like this?). And I see he's discovered the fuck chair... how convenient! Both Marty and I had stopped watching the TV and watched Will cross the room, dick in hand, and stand right in front of me, staring down at my body and dick. Feeling self-conscious, I swung my leg down off the arm of the chair and covered my cock and balls as best I could. "Oh please, don't cover up this beauty," Will said, falling to his knees in front of me. He vigorously pulled my hands away from my junk and pushed them up over my head, "let me see this gorgeous piece of manhood... my God, look how it throbs!" he grabbed my thighs down by my knees and forcefully raised them up and over the arms of the chair, stretching my legs apart and exposing my entire crotch to his gaze. The complete spread of my crotch felt marvelous. "And what a sweet little butt-hole... he barely has any hair down here... are you sure he's old enough to let me do this?" he asked Marty as if I wasn't even there. Will glowered at me like a piece of meat while his hands swept down from my knees along the insides of my thighs all the way to my balls, down around my chod, prodding my anus briefly with both thumbs, then sliding around to the sides of my butt cheeks, finally back up between my legs to my abs and to my very hard nipples. Giving both a pinch, he then finally moved down and gripped my throbbing cock with both hands. He brought the nose of his own hefty cock and placed it against my winking asshole. He pushed against the tight sphincter, just hard enough for me to feel it throb but not really trying to penetrate. It was either the surprising pinch of my nipples or the pressure of his magnificent cock against my ass that sent me over the edge. "Oh yes, he's of age—at least here in the UK—and ready for camp, but I'm not sure he's quite ready for you, Will," replied Marty, now standing by Will's side, his own cock in hand. "You'd better take it easy on him—I can tell he's pretty wound up right now and you might send him over the edge if you keep pawing him like that. Sure enough, the boiling hot cum coursed up from my guts and headed for the head of my cock. I'd never noticed how I could feel it moving through all my `pipes' before—this was going to be one huge load! The first blast surprised all of us, I think. It arced up and over my head and landed with a loud splat somewhere on the floor behind the chair. I had never ejected a rope of cum so hard! The shock of seeing the first shot caused Will to pull my dick down to aim at his own neck and upper body; the second through sixth shots forcefully splashed against his handsome face and neck; some up over his head as well. "These young bucks can just shoot it out, can't they... I wish I could still cum like this... this is just awesome," gushed Will, watching my cock start dry heaving after eight jets spewed out of me, some in his open mouth but most of it landing on his face and in his hair. Plunging my spasming cock into his mouth all the way down into his throat, Uncle Will sucked the last few drops of jizz out of my dick, just about killing me as the dry heaves wracked my entire body. He pulled his hot mouth off my cock with a smack of his lips and, using his hands to wipe my load out of his eyes, licked every bit off his fingers. Before long, he had most of his face cleaned off. The few drops of sperm that fell down onto his bouncing dick got licked up, too. "Hand me that towel, please," Will said to Marty, indicating the towel he'd carried into the room and dropped on the floor. Wiping the remaining semen from his face and hair and drying his hands, he tossed the towel aside, re-gripped my cock and balls and asked Marty, "Have you fucked this beautiful boy yet? I've got to have him. My boner hadn't gone down one bit and his expert ministrations of my throbbing cock and spent balls were beginning to bring a `second coming.' "Well, I haven't fucked him yet, if that's what you're asking... I've sucked his dick a few times and swallowed a bit of his cum, but we're saving the first fuck until the last night of camp... you remember I told you about that night with Brian a few years back. "Are you sure this little hole can take your prick? It looks and feels awfully small," he remarked, casually poking his pointer into my asshole. "It barely opens for my finger... I can't imagine it'd take your big cock." "Wilson, are you clenching your ass tight right now?" Marty asked. "I guess I am," I said. Reaching down and pulling Uncle Will's finger out of my butt, I said, "I wasn't ready for him to stick his finger in there... I'd barely finished cumming when he pushed it in... just give me a minute to relax... there, it ought to be getting looser now. Marty added, "Brian told me that Wilson has been using some butt plugs to loosen up his anus so that we—both Brian and I—can fuck him on the last night of camp if he's up for it, but I haven't personally tried to see if he was loose enough for a dick... I know he probably can't take your monster, though, Will, so you better not even try." "Well, I guess I was pretty rude just shoving my finger in there while you were still cumming, but it was sort of winking at me with each early shot of spooge—I could feel it squeezing the head of my dick each time he clenched—and I just thought it wanted some attention... sorry... you might like this better anyway," said Will. Shifting slightly, he lowered his face to my crotch and started licking my ass and chod, cleaning up the last stray drops of cum while stimulating my very sensitive hole. His tongue forced its way in a bit; these sensations, coupled with his slow jacking of my cock was bringing me closer to a second nut of the day. To take my mind off his awesome sucking, licking and poking at my anus, I glanced over his shoulder at the TV in time to see that the dad in the movie had stopped the car in the woods somewhere, and was standing outside the open back door, feeding his sweet young daughter his very thick cock. She was still on her back pinching her now-hard and stiffly erect little breast buds. Her tiny mouth could barely get around the bulbous head of her father's cock. Her brother had quit licking her snatch and had moved up her tiny body to help her work on dad's dick... brother was sliding his tongue up and down the side of the dad's thick meat. He also bathed his fat ball-sack, now slick and shiny with saliva. At the same time, mom had come into the back seat on the other side of the car. She had her face buried in her son's butt-crack, obviously licking his butthole just as Will was licking mine right now. She was simultaneously milking his impressive dick as it hung down between his legs. He was obviously liking this attention on his ass and cock; his moans indicated that he, too was about to cum. I had to look away to keep from orgasming right then. Pushing Uncle Will's face away from my anus, I said "That feels just awesome, but I don't want to cum again so soon... this isn't fair since you guys haven't even cum once yet. Letting go of my distended cock and balls, Uncle Will rose to his feet and backed away, but stayed facing me. This view of his beautiful naked body and erect cock was straight out of a Playgirl magazine... his sculptured hairless chest, erect nipples, `treasure trail' of hair leading from his navel down to his 8-inch thick cock and speedo tan-line perfectly highlighted his beautiful body—I was completely mesmerized as he handled his own thick dick meat and squeezed his fat balls right in front of me. "I can't wait to see you fuck this sweet morsel after camp, Marty... maybe you'll let me `take a dip' as well... in the meantime, let me suck you for a while and maybe we can get some sweet jizz out of you, too... has Wilson ever sucked you off?" Turning to me, he added, "You know, Wilson, no one puts out the load like Marty here—he's nearly drowned many of our friends. Marty, blushing, answered, "Actually, I don't know... Wilson has sucked me, but I don't think I ever came for him... did I, Wilson? Marty asked. "Not to brag, but I think you'd remember... I do put out quite a bit. "No," I answered, "Brian says the main reason you let us suck you at home was to get you extra wound up to go fuck my mom, and that's probably why I don't ever remember you cumming with us when the three of us jacked together." "Well, Wilson, we don't want to disappoint... here, Marty, let's let Wilson see one of your massive loads... where shall we have you squirt it today?" asked Will, grabbing Marty's erection and squeezing his swollen balls at the same time. "He can put out even more than you shot just a few minutes ago, Wilson, if it's been long enough since his last cum... when did you last lose your load, Marty? "It was just a couple days ago in Bath, so it may not be so massive tonight, but let's give it a try... how about I spew it out onto your dick and balls, Will, and you can use it to lube up your own cock... we'll give Wilson here a `two-fer'... I think he may just like watching the two of us shoot at the same time if we can manage that... what do you say, old man (Marty reverting to his British-isms again)? "I'm game... here, I'll lay back on the couch and you get over me and rub your cock against mine... that's it, now smash your balls against mine... the French call this `frottage', Wilson... we'll need to do this, you and me, before you go back to America—it's pretty awesome if you haven't tried it before... that's it, grind your big dick against mine... as we grind about, Wilson, our pre-cum mixes and makes both of our cocks all slimey... ooh yeah, just there." Will and Marty thrust and grunted their very thick cocks against one another, giving me an alternate peek of one, then the other as they thrust up and down against each other's body, shiny cocks belly to belly. This went on for more minutes than I could have taken it, but they ground on and grunted out their pleasure. As I was about to cum from watching this awesome display, Marty pushed up to his knees, not losing their dick-to-dick contact. This let him gaze down at Will while they ground their beautiful pricks together. It also gave Marty's hand access to their jousting, engorged penises. He grabbed both of their cocks in one big, wet fist, using their pre-cum as lube to jack both giant erections at the same time while the angle of their bodies made their balls squish together at each stroke. "That's just awesome... I hope you're about to shoot because I'm real close," moaned Will, pinching both of his nipples while Marty ground against Will's rampant, slick cock. Without answering, Marty increased his fist's stroking rhythm on both dicks, pinching his own nipple with his free hand. With a loud groan, he started spewing rope after rope of white-hot semen, seemingly aiming it to the right, then the left, then up the middle of Will's torso. It sprayed all over his chest and abdomen, a shot or two even hitting Will's neck. When Marty was on his third or fourth gush, Will roared and began launching shot after shot of his own white goo, arcing up and splashing down, mingling with Marty's all over his own body. I'd never seen so much semen—another first was seeing two grown men cum—on, with and for each other. I couldn't hold it any longer—as Will was finishing his last few shots, I rose, crossed to the couch and, grunting, added my second load to the incredible mess before me. While I was shooting, Will let go of a nipple and reached between my legs, teasing my still-wet asshole while Marty squeezed my balls dry; I shot what felt like another quart of my own onto Will's muscled chest and abs. "That's just awesome, Wilson... that's as much as you put out the first time! I think we've got a first class bater here, Marty... I can't wait `til he comes back after learning all those tricks at camp! I fell back down onto the `fucking chair' and waited for my heartbeat to return to normal. The roaring in my ears subsided after a few minutes and I opened my eyes to see both of them sitting up on the couch toweling off about a gallon of our collective semen and staring across at me. "He's still hard," I heard Will say. "He can't have any more in him, can he?" "You remember when you were his age, don't you?" replied Marty, "there was no such thing as a `hard-on'... they were all `easy-ons.'" Ha-ha. Marty continued, "you can probably imagine how intense this has been for the poor boy... just barely 16 and he's seen his first frottage, probably more spooge than he's ever seen in his life in one place—a good deal of it his; and the first good look at the most handsome naked Brit in England... and look at you—you're still hard as well... it's no wonder he has a perpetual boner... I just had a thought," he added after a slight pause, "when we're done cleaning up here, and if Wilson is up to it, let's just see if he's properly stretched out from all his previous `butt-plugging.' You up for that, Wilson, my boy? "You can't mean you want to fuck him now, do you?" asked Will, incredulously. "Can you even get hard again after all that cum you just gave up? "I probably can, with a little help from my friends, if you know what I mean... but I had more of a `dry run' in mind, using the model we had made last year... do you still have it around here someplace? "You bet," Will replied after remembering Marty's last visit, "Millie and I use it regularly—it's in a drawer right over here." Again, it was like I wasn't even in the room... actually, it was kind of arousing that these two `dads' were treating me like a piece of meat; it was also ok since I was still incredibly aroused from all the sexual activity I'd just been witness to and/or part of. Will rummaged through the drawer of an end table and I glanced at the TV. Our on-screen family had progressed to where the mom was on her back in the back seat—tits still out and jiggling—being vigorously fucked by her son. The Italians didn't seem to care about keeping the `landscape' pristine, I guess, since quite a bit of white froth had formed all around his ample dick while he pistoned in and out of mom's heated cunt—an American film maker just wouldn't have that—and was running down her ass-crack and puddling on the car seat and running down onto the floor. The daughter had crawled up and presented her hairless snatch to mom's mouth for some continuation of the tongue-lashing her brother had performed on her earlier. Mom was noisily slurping that sweet young pussy while the boy had his face buried in the crack of sis's pert little butt. He was tonguing her asshole while mom sucked her cunny just inches away—a close up by the camera showed their tongues were even intertwining intermittently (alliteration or what?). If that wasn't enough action to keep me hard, the dad was pulling the son's young ass cheeks apart and was sliding the belly of his own thick, wet cock up and down the spread butt-crack, obviously preparing to slide it up and in to the young boy's ass as soon as he slowed down a bit from his enthusiastic mom fuck... cinematic excellence indeed! I was transfixed waiting for the invasion of that boy's butt hole that I knew was coming soon. I subconsciously was prodding my own anus in anticipation of the pending penetration on-screen—maybe even wishing it was me about to be plowed by that immense dick. Breaking my trance, Will said, "It looks like Wilson's discovered his own anus. Maybe we should help him along..." Snapping my head around to gaze at Will, I noticed he was carrying a large, black rubber dildo complete with fat rubber balls across to my chair. "Wilson, do you notice something about this phallus that's familiar?" He glanced over at Marty and then back to the dildo, turning it over for my inspection. When I didn't reply right away, he held the dildo in one hand and hefted Marty's ample cock and balls in the other. "We bought a kit last year and used it to make an exact replica of Marty's dick and balls here... it's become my favorite butt toy, I might add... while you're at camp for the next two weeks, we're going to make another copy since Millie's grown fairly fond of it too... although Marty's never fucked her, I think your aunt gets extra excited knowing I'm using an exact replica of her brother's fat dick in her ass and pussy when we fuck around... the problem is we only have one and there have been times when we each want it in one of our holes, but alas, we only have this one. The black version of Marty's penis was indeed impressive and was anatomically correct, right down to the veins and fat, plumb head. The fat balls attached to the base were even identical to those Will was now rubbing while Marty looked down at his own growing erection. "Let's just see if Wilson here has opened his anus up enough to take your cock, old man (again with the cute Brit talk). With that, he once more positioned me with my hands over my head, legs up and over the arms of the fuck chair with my entire crotch, chod and asshole exposed to his sight and touch. Again, the extreme spread of my groin felt marvelous. Crouching down again, he brought his tongue up to bathe my sensitive hole like before. Pulling away, he then wet the head of the phallus with his mouth and pressed the thick, black nose to my tight but twitching sphincter. "Push out like you're pushing out a turd, Wilson—this should slide right in quite easily if you're relaxed enough." It was like I was watching this happen to someone else—sort of an out-of-body experience. Looking down and watching the thick, black rubber cock disappear an inch at a time up and into my butt was almost too much... I had anticipated lots of stretching and pain, but between the butt plug regimen, Brian's and my fingers, and the extra lubrication of Will's tongue just now, the replica cock slid almost all the way in to the balls before I experienced anything but intense pleasure. As he was about an inch from all the way in, I felt pressure deep in my bowels that I guess was my prostate or something. It wasn't exactly pain, but Will could tell it was uncomfortable once it was pushed in that far in. "I think he's done a good job of opening himself up," he observed. "see how far I can get this in before he squirms?" My ass was completely on fire and all I wanted to do was have him pull it out, then shove it back in, then out, then in again... for the next half hour!!! I was hard as a rock, still, and my balls ached for another release. Looking over at Marty, I saw he had regained his full erection and was staring open-mouthed as Will fucked me with this replica of his own cock. It must have been surreal for him, too, watching `himself' fuck me from afar. "Ooh... I think he likes this, Marty... are you sure you don't want me to take this fake one out and have you stick your oh, so real—and oh, so hard—one right up into this tight little hole? "I can wait a couple of weeks, I think—it'll mean more to both of us," Marty replied, half-heartedly. "Well, I'm not sure I can wait that long for a good fuck," said Will. "Here, Wilson, you take over down here and do what you feel most comfortable with while I try and get my dick into your step-dad... whattaya say, Marty? With that, Will rose, roughly pushed Marty down on his back on the couch, and positioned himself with his 8" boner knocking on the door of Marty's ass. With little ceremony and only a little bit of spit, Will slowly pushed all the way into Marty's guts. Marty's eyes rolled back in his head and he stroked his own cock while Uncle Will plowed him vigorously and without mercy. Evidently Will was used to fucking Marty `from the old days' and they both obviously were intent on reliving those sensations both remembered from their earlier encounters. This was a very vigorous fuck but I tried to keep up with Will's thrusts into Marty with the rubber dildo sliding in and out of my own butt. I only lasted about 10-15 deep strokes before delivering my third massive load of the night—and I wasn't even touching myself. With both hands, I shoved Marty's replica cock all the way in and held it there as I convulsed and groaned out my orgasm. As if I hadn't cum at all today, goo arced up out of my cock-head and landed in a puddle on my chest and abs, some splashing onto my face and neck, but most just running down my sides and on to the `fuck chair.' I guess that's why it was covered in leather and not some easily stained fabric. (Was I really worried about the fabric on the chair?) They lasted way longer than I did, but before long, I saw Will plunge all the way in and bury his massive cock all the way to the balls, howling as he spurted his second load deep inside Marty. Simultaneously, Marty pinched both of his own nipples, arched his back and shot rope after rope of cum up onto himself—he, too, not touching himself as he came—talk about having the `cum fucked out of you'!! As we all came down from the clouds, Marty said quietly, "I told you he liked ass." The last word rhymed with `moss.'