Date: Fri, 19 Jun 2009 07:11:55 +0100
From: Nick <nakednick2@btinternet.com>
Subject: KEEPING IN THE FAMILY - Part 8

WARNING:  The following true story - only the names have been changed -
contains descriptions of gay and bisexual/incestuous activity between adult
relatives and others, activities which may be illegal in some jurisdictions
or cause offence against some religious beliefs.  Please do not read further
if you are likely to be offended by its content or if it might be illegal in
your country!

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Chapter 8

We eventually got up, showered, dressed and breakfasted.  Sarah scooted
round doing some housework while I phoned my parents and Hannah, being
careful not to break our news just yet, pending official confirmation.
Sarah called her mother and invited them round for afternoon tea on Sunday,
again being careful not to let the cat from the bag.  I noticed George
coming and going but there was no sign of Tim.

We went shopping, mostly for basic foodstuffs for an hour or so, to the
local supermarket then generally relaxed with the papers until about
four-thirty when I decided to go for a walk.  No prizes for guessing where!
I walked directly through the woods to the lay-by where there were several
vehicles parked, all empty, and then back on the longer path with its twists
and turns concealing the small clearings where I had seen the action.  The
first was empty, the second had a man with his trousers down and a woman
touching her toes with her skirt over her head.  He was going at it hammer
and tongs, pausing for a moment now and then to move his prick from one hole
to the other.  A couple of men were watching from the bushes, one with his
dick out and wanking, the other fumbling in his trouser pockets.

I moved on, in the next clearing there were three or four men in various
states of undress playing with each others' genitalia and a similar number
looking on.  One of the onlookers was Tim; I coughed discreetly and he
looked around, not recognising me for an instant in my tee-shirt, cargo
shorts and sandals.  I noticed the bulge in his pants but said nothing as he
turned to join me on the path, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Hi, Nick", he said, "on your way home?"

"Hello, Tim.  Yes, I was just taking some air!"  I am not sure that he fully
believed me but he let it ride.

We walked on a few yards before I said "Did you know that my upstairs study
overlooks your dad's garden?  I saw you out there last night."

He looked at me and said "Good grief, I never realised that.  So are you
saying you saw me naked in the garden last night?"

"Well it was a warm evening.  You certainly looked like you were enjoying
the open air and the moonlight."

"I was," he admitted "I toss myself off nearly every day.  I don't like
having wet dreams and soiling the sheets - that's my excuse anyway."

"Good thinking," I said, "were you looking for some action down here,
then?"##

"Maybe", he said, "you offering?"

We had reached the next of the clearings and I turned into it, my prick
beginning to stir.  Tim clearly still had his bulge.  I opened my zipper;
being without my CKs, I put my hand into my shorts and deftly scooped out my
prick and balls in front of him, "How do you like the look of that?"

"Wow, that's nice bit of kit, I can't imagine Dad doing that."  Well, I
could but I said nothing.  He thought for a moment, unzipped his own shorts
and his prick jumped to attention as pulled his full kit out.  He, too, was
going commando; it must have been the hot weather!

"Not quite up to your standards.  I used to see the other boys at school
wanking each other in the showers sometimes, most of them were bigger than
me," he said, "and Dad told you about Majorca, but I am pretty inexperienced
really.  Short of real sex with a woman, I've always fancied having my dick
sucked, though, how about you?"

"I'm game for just about anything that doesn't involve assholes, especially
out of doors" I said as I took hold of his prick and began to gently massage
it.  He wasn't cut and his foreskin was a bit tight but I was careful not to
hurt him as I eased it back over his knob.  He briefly took a firm hold on
my tool but pulled away as he stooped to put my knob into his mouth.  After
only a few seconds he let it out; I bent down and took his into my mouth.
To my surprise I was able to take in most of his six inches before sucking
it hard.  After a few minutes, he pushed me away and we reversed our roles.
After a little practice, he took in the whole of my seven inches until my
pubic hair was tickling his nose.  He sucked hard and massaged my balls at
the same time.  I soon had to push him away; I wasn't ready to dump my load
just yet!

His dick was a bit on the thin side but now rock-hard with prominent veins.
I took all six inches into my mouth and massaged his balls.  It wasn't long
before they began to tighten and his prick began to pulse.  Before I could
pull away, he dumped his spunk right into my throat causing me to gag for a
moment.  I sucked the last drops, milking his softening dick with my lips as
he slowly withdrew.  He looked down at his own prick and then stared at mine
which was still firmly erect, close to my belly.

"Go for it, lad, or I will!" a familiar voice said.  We both looked up.
George was there with his prick out and the two other onlookers had distinct
bulges in their pants.

Tim was surprised for a moment but pulled George towards us, pushing his
head onto my still erect tool.  He took his father's cock into his mouth and
began milking it, holding a set of balls in each hand.  I took hold of Tim's
prick and balls but he was spent, at least for now but I noticed his knob
was still exposed, with the foreskin rippled back along the length of his
flaccid cock.

Suddenly there was a commotion somewhere towards the road.  We immediately
realised there might be trouble and quickly composed ourselves.  The two
bystanders made off towards the houses.  Tim, George and I went the other
way as if on an afternoon stroll and were met by three police officers, one
a woman.  They paid us scant attention but turned into the now empty
clearing we had just left.  A little further on, our path was blocked by
another policeman with a dog and we could see a number of handcuffed men a
bit further down the path, several without their trousers, who had obviously
been caught in the raid.

"Nice afternoon, sir," the dog handler said and I fancied he might have been
looking at the remaining bulge in my shorts.  George was trying to disguise
his bulge and I noticed a damp patch on Tim's crotch.  "You'll have to go
round the other way, gents.  I'd avoid this path in future if I were you."
We agreed with him, then turned and at least now had our backs to him as we
walked away.

We had walked a hundred yards or more before anyone spoke "Close thing!
Tim's had his oats, but you and me still have unfinished business" George
said, turning to me.

I could still taste the saltiness of Tim's spunk.  "Gladys is out this
evening isn't she?"  I asked, "Tim will take care of you, George.  Sarah
will look after me if I ask her nicely!"

Tim looked both surprised and puzzled.  George looked a bit disappointed and
sceptical, but said nothing.
"Why not, Dad, I have a bit of a problem I want to show you anyway?"

"Well, I suppose we could kill two birds with one stone.  I expect you want
to talk about tight foreskins, you know I lost mine but apparently they can
stretch 'em these days."  Tim looked a bit puzzled but I was sure he would
learn about it later.

"I'll leave it up to you two then.  We can compare notes some other time!"
We were getting close to home now and chatted generally for the last couple
of hundred yards.  Sarah and Gladys were talking on our front drive.  More
or less simultaneously, they said "What have you three been up to then?"

"Just a little walk in the sunshine, there and back", George said.

Sarah and I went indoors, had our customary kiss and cuddle then busied
ourselves around the house for a while before supper.  The Saturday night
television was nothing special but we watched the news and flicked through
the channels before turning in about ten o'clock.  I was naked as usual and
Sarah decided it was too hot for her nightie so we cuddled skin-to-skin for
several minutes, gently exploring each other's bodies.

"Willie would like something special tonight", I said, using our nick name
for my tool.

"Really, it's not much over twelve hours since you shagged me last."

"Darling, something I have never asked you to do, will you suck my prick?"
Of course, she had kissed it and licked it clean many times and sometimes
taken the knob into her mouth for a moment or two, but I had never had a
full scale blow job.

"I thought you would never ask, it is something I have always wanted to try
but was too shy to mention.  It's called a blow job isn't it?"

"Yes", I said but by this time her head was under the single sheet that was
covering us and her hand feeling for my still soft cock.

"I didn't think it was ever soft in bed" she said, jokingly as she put her
lips round it.

"Not for long" I said but by this time she was teasing the knob and pushing
my ample foreskin back with her tongue.  "I'll try to warn you before I
come, but no promises."  Her mouth was full but there was a nod of the head
in reply as she continued her ministrations.  As my dick slowly grew Sarah
took more and more of it into her mouth and even when it reached its full
seven inches I could feel my pubic hair brushing her lips.

It was an exquisite feeling as she sucked and tongued my member as it
nestled in her mouth, extending into her throat.  I was enjoying this new
experience so much that I scarcely noticed my balls tightening up and the
base of my cock beginning to pulse.  At the last minute I pulled back so
that only my knob was in Sarah's mouth when my spunk spurted out in four or
five rapid bursts.  She kept hold of my knob with her lips.  I could feel
her swirling my juice around in her mouth as I said "Don't swallow, I want
that!"

It took a second for the message to register before she squeezed my knob
from her lips, brought them to mine and transferred the spunk to my mouth.
But she was a step ahead of me.  She turned on to her back, legs
outstretched, pulled my head to her dripping pussy burying my face deeply
into her engorged lips for me to expel the juice into her.  As we got into a
sixty-nine position, she began to lick the last drips from my cock as I
buried my tongue deep inside her and savoured the mingling of my spunk with
her love juice.

This was post-coital relaxation like no other.  We didn't even do our usual
clean up.  We clung to each other's naked body, not even covered by the
sheet and in the balmy summer warmth drifted off to sleep. It was only when
we were woken by the daylight about four next morning that I realised we had
not closed the bedroom curtains.  Thank goodness we were not overlooked, I
thought still tasting the sweet-salt juices of our earlier encounter.

I closed the curtains, got back into bed and we went off to sleep again.  It
was when we awoke again about nine and still cuddled together that I
realised our bodies were caked with our dried juices and the bed was well
stained with our comings.  Nevertheless, I was quickly despatched to make
tea whilst Sarah changed the sheets!

Standing naked at the kitchen window, I saw that George was already out
cleaning his car, dressed much as yesterday in a white tee-shirt and khaki
shorts, the latter having some distinctly wobbly bits in their crotch.  He
obviously hadn't got his CKs yet!

Back upstairs, I joined Sarah who was already in the shower and we
comprehensively washed each other down, lingering a while on some of the
more interesting bits.  We got dried and dressed, I would shave later, and
went down for a rather late breakfast.  I popped my head out of the door and
called across to George who said "I'll speak to you later, Nick" in a
mischievous tone of voice.  Something to look forward to!

We idled round the house, tidying up various things.  Sarah prepared for
Frank and Doreen's visit later on.  I had a few bills to deal with, the
usual sort of lazy Sunday, really!  It was a lovely warm day again and after
another coffee we went into the garden.  Sarah sat reading the papers while
I tidied up one or two things and mowed the lawn.  George was doing much the
same with Tim helping and we exchanged various comments over the fence.  He
again said he would catch me later meaning, I surmised, when Sarah wasn't
around.  I suspect that all three of us were going commando in our cargo
shorts and tee-shirts!

After a while, Sarah decided she had had enough sun and went indoors.  Now
was the chance, George and Tim were still in their garden so I went over to
talk to them.  George opened the conversation saying that he had had a
'man-to-man' with Tim in more ways than one while Gladys was out the
previous night.  Tim had started it by showing George his dick.  His
foreskin was still back and his exposed knob was by then painful and
swollen.  George had wanted to go to A&E but Tim wouldn't hear of it.
Anyway, George and he had managed to release it with the copious application
of liquid soap.  Tim had gone on to say that it was always like that.  He
had to be careful when he wanked to avoid pulling it back too far.  That was
the main reason he had never shagged a girl, he was afraid his knob would
get stuck out.  It wasn't for want of opportunity, he said.  I could
understand that, he was a good looking lad, dark hair, about 5 feet 10,
around 170 lbs and quite muscular.

To my surprise, Tim took up the story, "When my dick was fixed, I asked Dad
if he had ever been sucked off like you sucked me.  He said he hadn't, Mum
wouldn't do it.  So I asked him if he wanted me to do it seeing as he had
missed out earlier.  His shorts were down in a flash!  He said it was best
kept in the family but I said there seemed to be plenty on the doorstep."
Neither George or I commented.

They went on to recount how they had enjoyed it; it was a first for both of
them but I suspect it wouldn't be their last.  "Did you do Sarah, then?"
George asked.

"Well, I asked her to suck me off.  She admitted it was something she had
been too shy to suggest but so far as I am concerned she made damned good
job of it!  It was a first for me too."

"Good for you" George said.  "So we all three got sucked for the first time
yesterday but I didn't get to suck anybody."
"That's about right," I said, "probably not the last time, though.  Tim will
put that right you sometime soon, I'm sure."
George and Tim exchanged glances but said nothing.

"I am going to take him to the clinic tomorrow, we'll see if he can get his
dick sorted out.  I want some grandchildren before too long!"

Tim smiled and said "When I'm ready, Dad.  I don't really want to be cut
like you though.  I wouldn't be able toss myself off for a month!"

"We'll have to see about that, where there's a will, there's a way, m'lad."

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Note: Sex between two consenting males over 16 years old in private is not
illegal in Britain.  Performing any such act (or indecently exposing male
genitals) in public is a criminal offence.  Oddly, a sex act performed by
consenting women over 16 in public is not a specific offence!

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To be continued