Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2011 14:14:56 -0400 (EDT)
From: dastardlyd3@aol.com
Subject: "The Family-Chapter 3-The Crush

TO THE READER:

THIS IS A FABLE ABOUT MALE TO MALE SEX IN RELATIONSHIPS.  IF YOU ARE UNDER
AGE, OR LIVE WHERE SUCH LITERATURE IS NOT ALLOWED, STOP READING NOW.

The Family
Chapter 3, The Crush

    The morning dawned clear, sunny, no sign of rain, no strong wind.  The
grape crush-pot luck had fine weather to enjoy the autumn ritual of
crushing the grapes.  Jean's uncle-turned-adopted-father, Jean, Sr., had a
grape crush each Fall, inviting friends to trample the grapes, and to bring
dishes for the potluck which followed the grape crush.  There was always
some of last year's wine, or maybe the year before's vintage.  It was
prized by those lucky to sample it.

    Jean started the morning off with a big pot of coffee, then he asked
his room mates what they wanted for breakfast.  Ralph, his partner, just
wanted something light.  Bob and Hal, his other room mates wanted something
substantial, for there was a lot of heavy moving to be done before the
guests arrived.  Jean compromised with omelets, toast and fruit.  Nobody
went hungry in Jean's kitchen.

    Ralph, Bob and Hal all moved outside, preparing the patio for the day's
events.  A big vat which had been left upside down at the entrance to the
vineyard was brought to the patio for the crush.  Small pans for the
washing of feet were put beside the vat, along with towels and soap.  It
was important that the feet of the crushers be clean before they entered
the vat.  The sink next to the house would provide the warm water, and the
place to dispose of all the soapy water.

    Next, they assembled the tables and chairs which the guests would use.
The big natural gas fired barbecue was brought from the garage and hooked
up to the gas supply of the house

    Jean went over the house again, making sure there were clean sheets on
the guest room bed, lots of towels, condoms and lube.  The sliding glass
door was unlocked and left open, though the screen was closed to keep out
any flying creatures.  The guest bath was supplied with lots of hand
towels, toilet paper, and soap for the sexually active guests, and the
other guests.

    Jean brought out several packages of better quality paper plates and
napkins, and disposable stemware and silverware.  Though declared to be a
grape crush of wine grapes leading to a fine vintage, guests might wish to
have sodas, so there was a refrigerator stocked with many brands.  The big
coffee urn was loaded to be turned on to brew and serve at the potluck.
Jean laid the brightly colored table cloths with the dishes, but did not
unfold them and lay them on the tables in case the wind should come up
before the potluck began.

    The four men had begun the day nude and nude they remained as they
readied the potluck.  Occasionally, Bob's beautiful uncut cock would touch
Hal's bare bottom, and Hal would jump, his delight expressed in his smile
and "Ohs."  Hal's cut cock could be seen to begin to swell.  He would hug
or kiss, or hug and kiss Hal, then return to his task at hand.

    If Ralph had the opportunity, he would encircle Jean with his long
arms, pulling his lover into a hug and a kiss.  His cock would begin to
rise a bit.  Jean would rub his back against Ralph's furry chest, push his
ass against Ralph's nice, big cock, smile and say, "Let's hold that off
till everything is ready, Love."  But, you could tell how happy Jean was to
be Ralph's partner.  Unfortunately, Jean's cock did not swell or raise up.
His prostate was gone, and he could no longer get an erection.

    The time passed rapidly, the preparations just finished before Albert
and Clarence arrived.  Jean greeted them warmly, then suggested they
disrobe in the guest room.

    After Albert and Clarence went into the guest room, Carlos and Harold
arrived, were greeted by Jean, and retired to the guest room to disrobe.

    Carlos smiled at Albert, gave him a big hug and a kiss, and said, "I'm
glad you tossed Victor out.  That man was a drag, at best, and certainly so
self-centered you wondered if he knew if the sun or moon was shining."

    "You're right.  He wasn't so self-focused when we met.  Maybe he was
just looking for a Daddy, though I'm hardly a Sugar Daddy, nor did he
really need one.  He had a good job with the county.  I'm sorry it ended
the way it did, but yes, I'm glad it's over.  It got to be too draining,"
Albert replied.

    While Albert, Clarence, Carlos and Harold were in the guest room,
George and John, his partner, arrived, were greeted by Ralph, then directed
to the guest room.  There, all the guests met and greeted one another with
hugs, and rubbed their nude bodies together...just a bit.

    Outside, Bob and Hal stationed themselves by the soft drink coolers,
and checked to be sure the foot washing set up was ready.  Jean inspected
the vat, noting that it was still clean from yesterday's scrubbing.  He
pulled a cart of grapes up to the vat, then began loading some grapes into
the vat.

    George led his partner, John, to meet Jean.  Jean hugged Henry, then
told George, "Thanks for brining such a handsome man to the crush."  John
blushed and smiled.  Jean waited for the rest of the guests to appear, then
announced, "I've put some grapes into the vat, and Ralph and I will give a
demonstration for those who've never been to a crush before.  Remember, we
want these clean grapes to be crushed, or stomped, if you prefer, by clean
feet.  Don't let any cum, or other bodily fluid or solid contaminate the
crushed grapes."

    Jean and Ralph carefully washed their feet and dried them, thanking Bob
and Hal for having the warm water and soap in position.  Then they climbed
into the vat.  Ralph climbed into the vat first, the reached out to help
Jean into the vat.  Ralph had a good position, but Jean's entry was a
little shaky, and his body rubbed against Ralph's sizable cock.  Ralph's
cock immediately began to grow.  Jean stood in front of him, hugged him,
stood on tip toe, pulling Ralph's head down, and kissed him.  Applause was
heard from the assembled crowd.

    Jean began the crush by walking around the outer ring of the vat.
Ralph followed closely behind him, his cock getting harder and harder, till
it rubbed against Jean`s ass.  Ralph reached for Jean, pulled him back, and
let his hard cock rub against Jean.  Jean turned around, smiled at Ralph,
and bent down to lick Ralph's cock, then take just a little taste.  "Let's
save that for later, Ralph."

    The procession of Jean and Ralph through the grapes soon ended, and
Jean asked, "Who's next?"  Clarence raised his hand and asked to be next
with his partner Albert.  Clarence turned to Albert and said,

    "I hope you don't mind being dragged into the vat so soon, but I
haven't walked on grapes in years.  I want to do it now."  Albert smiled
and followed Clarence into the vat.  Clarence took his stand in the center
of the vat, held out his arms, and Albert walked into them, bringing his
body against Clarence.  They turned a bit, and each was seen to have a
growing cock, which he rubbed against his partner.  They didn't walk so
much as just turned, all the time rubbing their bodies together.  The
viewers could see that both men had taken good care of their bodies,
probably exercising at a gym.  Neither man had much hair on his body,
though each had good public hair surrounding his cock.  As they turned,
their cocks were seen to have gotten hard, turned upright, and Albert's
cock looked to be producing precum.  Clarence dropped to his knees and
licked Albert's cock, then sucked the head into his mouth.

    "Don't suck too much, Clarence, I'm getting close."  Albert raised
Clarence up to stand before him, then Albert dropped to his knees and began
to suck Clarence's cock.  Clarence's cock was hard, but not producing
precum.  Clarence said to Albert,

    "Easy there, man.  I'm not ready to cum yet.  I want to do a lot more.
Let's finish our turn, then we can play."  Then took a few more minutes to
walk in the center of the vat, then moved out a bit, carefully trying to
crush all the grapes underfoot in their area.  Albert moved to the outside
of the vat, turned to Clarence, and offered his hand to help Clarence climb
out of the vat.  Albert soon followed.  They sat and washed their feet
while the next couple prepared to enter the vat.

    Sean and Juan finished their foot washing, washing each other's feet,
then entered the vat.  Sean's cock was seen to be very hard before they
entered the vat.  After climbing in, Jean's cock began to rise.  They chose
to walk side by side around the vat, concentrating not on the center or the
outside, but in a middle distance.  Each was observed to hold his partner's
balls and one of his hands.  The hand holding was like one of the old
European folk dances, but the caressing of the balls was their own idea.

    Soon they were both hard, producing precum in large amounts.  They
stopped, and each stood on his left foot and leaned to his left, placing
each man's cock in front of his partner's mouth.  Maybe some would call it
a sexual ballet, gracefully holding his partner's body while sucking his
cock.  Though Sean had the reputation of cock hound, Juan seemed to bring
Sean to the edge rapidly, then backed off.  Sean followed his lead.  Three,
maybe four times each needed to pause.  At last, Juan returned to sucking
Sean's hard cock, moving up and down the shaft faster and fast.  Sean was
heard to say, "Here I cum!"  Juan said nothing as Sean finished him off
They stood upright, kissed, hugged, and Sean said, "You're wonderful.  Now,
let's wash our feet and find the guest room.  I want that cock inside me."
Juan smiled as he led Sean out of the vat, each pausing long enough to wash
their feet, then move rapidly to the guest room.

    George had been to grape crushes before, John had not.  He held back a
bit, but George led him to the foot washing area, washed his feet, then
presented his own feet to John, who reciprocated.  George's hair covered
body, front and back would get lots of splashed grape juice front and back
as the crush had produced lots of juice.  John's almost hairless body would
clean easily, surely when he and George showered together.  George led the
clean-footed John into the vat, hugged and kissed him deeply, then took his
hand and walked beside him in the vat.  They didn't look at the grapes, or
the crowd.  Their eyes were only for each other.  The bystanders were all
feeling the warmth of their feelings.  No one said a thing as they stopped
to hug and rub their bodies together, nor when they cut short their tour of
the grapes, washed their feet and headed to the guest room.

    Henry led Red into the vat.  Henry knew how to walk to crush the
grapes, and took advantage of the closeness of their nude bodies to rub
against Red as they walked.  Soon, Red's cock was at full load.  Henry
wasn't far behind.  They did their walk, then cleaned up and retreated to a
quiet bench inside the vineyard.  No one saw them no one missed them.  They
hugged and kissed, enjoying being together, and looking forward to making
love in their own bed at the house of Red or Henry.

    Finally, Bob led Hal into the vat.  Neither had ever been to a grape
crush before.  They had observed those who had gone before them, and, being
the careful workers they were, they searched for grapes which needed to be
crushed.  They held hands, but didn't need to rub one another, their cocks
were hard because they were together.  When they were assured all the
grapes had been crushed, they helped each other climb out of the vat.
Bob's hand was seen to rub against Hal's fine cock, and it bounced a bit,
but remained erect.  They also headed to the guest room and bath.

    While everyone else had gone inside, Jean inspected the vat and was
pleased to find that all the grapes appeared to have been crushed.  Ralph
brought up the oaken cask which Jean had prepared to receive the grapes`
juice.  Jean pulled plug from the bung hole while Ralph held the funnel and
tube device that emptied the juice into the cask.  As the juice raced out
of the vat, Ralph raised it so that not a drop would be lost.  At last,
Jean declared that all the juice had been drained into the cask.  Jean put
a spigot to the bung hole of the cask, and fixed it firmly in place.  Ralph
picked up the cask while Jean opened the concealed wine cellar so Ralph
could put it out of sight.  There was no one to see their actions.  The new
crush could age undisturbed.

    In the guest bedroom, Clarence and Albert had claimed a part of the
bed.  Clarence lay on his back, Albert on top of him, weight carefully
balanced on his arms, as he kissed Clarence.  "You know, Clarence, I don't
think you and I have ever been together, though we've known one another for
many years."  He rubbed his chest on Clarence's chest, cock on cock.  He
lowered his head to kiss Clarence's nipples, then licked his way down to
his cock, but moving rapidly to his balls, perineum, and licking around his
ass hole.  A few licks in a circle, and his tongue passed over the hole.
Yes, the pink skin did look like a rosebud.  Albert paused to admire it,
then push his tongue in, breaking through the sphincter, and caused
Clarence to jump and say,

    "My heavens, Albert, that's first time I've been rimmed in at least
eleven years.  It felt so good, but give me that beautiful cock.  I need to
feel it inside me."  Albert took a tube of lube from the bedside table and
began to lube Clarence's ass.  First, a single finger, then two, then
three, each time going in an ever-widening circle, till Clarence ass was
ready for some heavy-duty fucking.  While leaving two fingers in the ass,
Albert tore open a condom package, rolled it on his lubed cock, and brought
it to the hole.

    Albert's cock replaced the fingers and entered the hole gently, but
Clarence knew how to use the sphincter well, and Albert's cock was sucked
in quickly to the bottom of Clarence's hole.  "You sure know how to work
that hole, Clarence.  I though I might have to hold on to the bedpost to
keep my whole body from being sucked in.  I guess I'd better prove I know
how to use my cock to give you pleasure."

    Beside Albert and Clarence on the bed were Sean and Juan.  Sean had his
legs in the air while Juan pushed his cock in and out of Sean's ass.
Though they fucked daily, each could never get enough of his partner.  Sean
loved Juan's cock in his ass, while Juan loved Sean's ready ass.  Sean
liked power strokes, hard fucks and rapid.  Juan liked to fuck hard and
fast.  So, they were happy just setting speed and depth records, Sean
wiggling his ass around so Juan could move into various areas of Sean's
ass; Juan enjoying his game of fucking a moving target.  For all their
speed and power, Juan could hole off cumming a long time, bringing Sean to
the brink at least three times before the last hard drive, ending with both
cumming together.

    George and John were still new enough in their relationship that they
could enjoy their shower in the guest bathroom, playing together, kissing,
hugging, rubbing, seizing each other's cocks and bringing it to orgasm, but
they preferred privacy for their love making.

    Hal and Bob had gone to their bedroom, closed the door, and lay down
upon the bed, kissing, arms wrapped around each other.  Though each had
become hard while crushing the grapes, they only wanted to look in each
other's eyes, to kiss, and to whisper words of love.  Lack of sleep caught
up with them, and they fell asleep, still cuddled together.

    While the others had gone inside, Jean started the barbecue.  He had
prepared chicken halves, enough to feed any hungry crusher.  Ralph put the
casseroles some guest had brought into the oven.  The salads in the outside
refrigerator would stay cool until they needed to be brought out.

    Ralph spread the table cloths and napkins on the two dining tables,
leaving the plates beside the barbecue.  When Jean told Ralph that the
chicken would be ready in five minutes, he asked him to go call the lovers
from the guest room.  The guests were not unhappy to have their love making
interrupted, for they all had developed an appetite, and everything smelled
good.

    Jean dished up the chicken to each diner, while Ralph served bread, and
the diners chose the casseroles and salads they would like.  As all the
guests were served, Jean noticed that two diners were missing.  He couldn't
see Hal and Bob, so he asked Ralph to call them from their room.  Ralph
awakened the sleepers, then headed back to the diners and Jean to announce
that he found Hal and Bob sleeping in their room.  Blushing, Bob and Hal
joined the diners while someone asked if the old men had gotten too tired
to fuck.

    Everyone settled down at the table, Jean raised his wine glass for a
toast: "To all who share this day with us, a wish: may be share each year
the joy of our friendship, and remember with thanks the kind, generous man
who gave us our tradition.  To my uncle and father, Jean."

    All agreed, and the wine was sipped, then the serious eating began.
Many came back for seconds.  Jean was generous in sharing the wine from the
previous years' crushes.  No one got drunk.  They could enjoy themselves
and the company of their friends.

    Albert and Clarence apologized for their wish to leave early, but "Us
old men have to get our beauty rest," Clarence said, and Albert agreed.
They put their trash in the big barrel, collected their now-empty salad
bowl, hugged their hosts and all the other diners, they left holding hands.

    George and Henry stood up and declared, "We have to work tomorrow.  I
know, "work" is a four-letter word, but somebody's got to do it."  They
hugged the others, collected their casserole, thanked their hosts, and
headed to the guest room, to dress.  Albert and Clarence were just leaving.

    Sean and Juan had left their home beyond the vineyard wearing no
clothes, so they collected their casserole, thanked their hosts, hugged the
remaining diners, and disappeared into the vineyard.

    Carlos and Harold hugged their hosts and thanked them for a fine party.
Jean and Ralph were effusive in their praise of the fine remodel they had
done, and how it made the house much more livable then before the fire.

    The last guests, Red and Henry, came up to Ralph and Jean.  They
thanked them for the party, then paused for Henry to ask Jean if he could
work around the vineyard so he could learn about grapes.  He was a farmer,
but he had never raised grapes.  Jean said, "Sure.  You can come when you
want, and we'll be happy to put you to work with Juan and Sean.  We need to
finish the harvest, a little later we'll prune the vines, then let them sit
dormant.  There's always the problem of invading weeds to be removed.
We'll do some spraying to protect the vines, prune back the excess grapes,
then finally prepare for the harvest.

    "It's a year `round job, but you do get some time to attend to your
other crops.  And, you get to keep the wine you make from the grapes you
crushed."

    "Thank you," Henry said, "I'd like to learn.  I'd like to have a
vineyard.  Oh, nothing as big as yours.  I'd just like the fun to trying
something new."

    "No problem.  Just give us a call," Jean said.

    Henry and Red left, and the hosts began the clean up.  There really
wasn't much to do, just fill the trash barrel with used plates, glasses and
silver, fold up the table cloths and napkins and put them in the barrel
also.  The barbecue had been turned on high to burn off the chicken
residue. then brushed with a steal brush to assure all the residue was off.
The oven was clean.  The barbecue would remain outside overnight, then
cooled off, returned to storage.  The tables and chairs all stayed outside.

    There was nothing more to be done.  The hosts retired to their rooms,
showering again, then going to bed, happy in the arms of the man they
loved.

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