Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2006 07:45:55 -0500 (EST) From: Herb Cat Subject: Rip part 5 of 12 Installment 5 Father and Son Bond; Thanksgiving Copyright 2006 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission. Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between a male adult and male minors. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further. The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you. --- "I'm proud of you, Marcus." "What? Why did you say that?" "I know how hard it was for you to listen to all that. I saw you clenching your teeth more than once. But you worked hard not to show your feelings to Rip. He was so excited about being with his Uncle this weekend and you didn't do anything to destroy that excitement. That's why I'm proud of you." "Yeah, well, it's going to take some getting used to. But the kid does seem to be well-adjusted. I'm just glad he wasn't traumatized by what he saw." "So, it's fine with you for Rip to visit his Uncle every so often." "Yeah, well, he likes playing with those Johnson brothers." "No, I mean to visit Mal by himself. You heard him, Marcus. He was jealous of those boys." "He was? He never said . . ." "You have to read between the lines, you idiot. Mal is his only Uncle and he had to share him with two other little boys. I want him to spend some quality time with Malcolm alone." "Well, yeah, but, well, I guess he did stick to the contract." "Yes, that's another thing. I think we can ease up on all the rules. I trust my brother. And I trust Rip. If the kid wants to do some of the other things he saw, hell, so what." "But." "No buts." "But what if he tears the kid's hole? Rip's just a little boy." "Honey, not every man is as well endowed as you, Big Boy." "Rip did say he was only 5 inches." "And skinny too." "Rip didn't say that." "No, I said it. My brother's penis is like a pencil.' "You've seen it?" "Yes, Honey, I've seen it. And I'm quite sure Rip can handle it if he wants." "Well, Shit." "Excrement, dear." "But, it's incest for God's sake." "Oh, Mark, it's not like they're going to create any two-headed babies. Come on. Let me go up and tuck our little boy in and then why don't you show me what you can do with your manhood, Big Boy." "You sure know how to win an argument." .oOo. A few days later, Rip went down in the basement. "Hi, Mom, whatcha doing?" "I think it's pretty obvious, Rip. I'm washing clothes." "Oh, yeah. Do you know where that tennis racket is?" "That old thing? It's probably down here somewhere. Look around." "Yeah, I will. I wish we lived nearer to Uncle Malcolm. Then he could give me tennis lessons." "That's right. I understand he's an excellent teacher." "Oh well, I'll find it another time. Bye, Mom." Rip headed out and passed his father's study. "Hi, Dad." "Come in here, Son. I want to ask you something." "Sure, Dad. What is it?" "You feel like jerking with me?" "Huh?" "Well, you like to jerk with your Uncle and with Billy and Tony. I wondered if you wanted to jerk with me." "Really?" "Yeah." "That'll be so cool. Sure." Rip took off his pants and underpants and Marcus stood up from his desk and went to the couch. He opened his fly and pulled out his cock. "No, Dad, that's no good. Here. Let me take your pants off." Before Marcus could argue, his son was pulling his pants down his legs and then removing his boxers. "There. OK. Let's sit down now." Side by side, father and son went to town on their penises. Rip was grinning from ear to ear that he was finally getting to do this with his Dad. For his part, Marcus felt a wave of pride come over him, both pride in his wonderful son and also pride in himself for having made such personal progress since Rip came home from the lake. "You got stiff real fast, Son." "Yeah, sometimes it just pops right up. I don't know why." "Get used to it, Son. In a few years, it's going to be doing that a lot." "Really?" "You know you've got quite a nice little nail there." "Thanks Dad. You can touch it if you want. I don't mind." "Well, thank you, Son. Don't mind if I do. Yes sir, that's a fine dick if I ever saw one." "He he. Yours is getting big now too, Dad." "Thanks, Son. You can touch it if you want. I don't mind." Rip abandoned his own erect penis and began to explore his father's huge manhood with both hands. "It sure is big, Dad." "I know. You want to measure it?" Rip jumped up and got the ruler out of the desk. "This is how Uncle showed me to do it. OK, let's see. Seven, no, more, Seven and a half, Seven and 5/8 inches. Wow! Yours is way bigger than Uncle's." "I thought so." "And fatter too." "Yeah?" Rip strained to get his little fingers all the way around his Father's penis, but couldn't. "Yeah. I don't think you could get yours into Tony's little asshole." "That's OK. I really wasn't planning on it." "Hi, Mom. Me and Dad is jerking each other." "It's Masturbating, Rip. And that's very nice. You two men enjoy yourselves. I have to start work on dinner. See you later, Boys." "Bye, Mom." "Bye, Honey. . . . Son, let's just sit here quietly and jerk each other, OK?" "Sure, Dad. . . . This is fun. . . . Can we do this lots? . . . Uh, Dad? . . . Dad?" "What is it, my boy?" "Your cock is oozing that stuff. It's making my fingers all sticky." "Precum, Rip." "Does that mean you're going to make spunk, Dad?" "I sure am, Son." "Cool. . . . When?" "Now." "Wow!!! . . . Dad, that's awesome! . . . You finished yet?" "Not yet, here's some more." "Oh, Wow!!! You make tons of spunk, Dad. It's all over your stomach and in all your cock hair and there's a pool in your belly button. He he. You're a mess, Dad!" Rip ran his finger over the softening shaft and licked it. "So that's what it tastes like. I was wondering." Marcus's eyes were now closed so he didn't notice his son leaning over, tongue poised to lap up the navel pool." "Whoa, that tickles!!" Marcus instinctively reached and pushed his son's face down onto his cum-laden abs. "Oops, sorry, Son." Rip looked up at his father and they both laughed. "Now, who's a mess?" "I must look like Tony now, he he." "Come on, let's go take a shower." "Together?" "Of course, Son." "Cool." Rip grabbed his undies off the floor. "Forget the pants, young man. We're men and this is our house. If we want to parade through it just like this, who's going to fuckin' stop us." "Yeah!" Rip took his father's hand and they marched up the stairs, one with glistening pubes, the other with glistening face. "Hi, Mom. Me and Dad are gonna take a shower before supper." "Yep, you need it." "OK, Mom, see you later." "See you later, my two handsome horny hunks." .oOo. One day after school, Rip looked up from his homework. "Hey, Mom, are we still going to Nana's for Thanksgiving?" "Of course, Rip. We go every year." "I know, but it won't be the same without Gramps." "You're right. We'll all miss him. But everyone else will be there. Nana, and Nana's sister and her family, and Grandfather's two brothers and all their kids' families." "And Uncle Malcolm." "Of course, Uncle Malcolm will be there. And Aunt Sylvia, Aunt Heather and Aunt Flo." "Who are they? I mean I know who they are but how am I related to them?" "Sylvia and Heather are your father's two sisters. We're the only family they have, so Nana always welcomed them at her house." "Why don't they don't have any kids?" "Sylvia was married a long time ago, but they were divorced and she's been single ever since. And Heather is a lesbian." "What does that mean?" "She never wanted to marry a man. She lives with a girl friend instead." "No she don't. She lives with Aunt Flo." "That's right. Aunt Heather and Aunt Flo are lovers. They've been together longer than your Dad and I. Aunt Flo isn't your biological aunt, but we like to call her Aunt anyway." "They don't like me." "What? Of course, they like you. You're their nephew. All three of them like you. But I think I know what you mean. It's hard for them to show it. They never had any children. They aren't used to having little boys around. They don't know how to talk to you. But they still love you." "OK. . . . Uncle Malcolm never had kids either but he knows how to talk to boys." "Yes, your Uncle is wonderful with boys." "Will Billy and Tony be there?" "Where? Oh, at Nana's? No, sweetie. They have their own family. Maybe they go to their grandmother's house. I don't know." "If they go away, Uncle will be lonely." "Yes he will. . . . Just a minute. I think I know what you're hinting at." "What?" "You'd like to go home with Malcolm after Thanksgiving dinner is over." "Wow, Mom, could I?" "Well, that's not up to us, Rip. Malcolm hasn't invited you. He might have other plans." "Could you ask him, please? Could you?" .oOo. "Wow, that was a delicious turkey dinner. I am stuffed!" Malcolm told his nephew as they pulled out of Nana's driveway. "Me too, Uncle. My pants are tight now." "Well, then, take them off, Rippy. You know you don't need to wear pants in my car. . . . There, doesn't that feel better?" "Yeah, Man. That's great. It's not very far to your house. Billy showed us where you live. After Gramps' funeral." They went on to evaluate all the different dishes at the dinner, giving each one their personal ratings. "We're almost there." "I better put my pants back on then. It's too cold to walk bare-assed to your door." "No need, Rippy. Watch this," Malcolm said, as he drove up his driveway. "Open Sesame." "Wow. The door opened up. That's neat. He he. But I saw you push that button up there." "You are way too smart for me. I can't pull anything over on you, Rippy." Inside the garage, Malcolm pressed the button again and the door closed. "Close, Sesame. He he." "Come on, fat boy, let's go inside. I'll show you around." "Neat." Malcolm gave Rip the Cook's Tour. Laundry room. Kitchen. Spare bedroom. Extra bath. Dining room. Living room, with TV. Master bedroom. Master Bath. "I don't gotta sleep in the spare bedroom do I?" "You want to sleep with me?" "You bet." "OK, Rippy. You're the boss." "I'm the boss?" "Yep. What's your assignment, Boss?" "Take off your pants." "You're right. They are way too tight after all of Nana's cooking. Come on, let's take all our clothes off. I'll put up the heat. . . . You hungry?" "No way!" "'Cause Nana gave me two big bags filled with leftovers. Guess we'll just save them for tomorrow." "Yeah. . . . Where are your towels, Uncle?" "Why, in the linen closet over there. Oh, I remember. At the cabin." "Yep. That's my job. Keep putting towels down wherever you and me sit." "OK, Rippy. Go get one towel." "Just one?" "Yes, just one for now. . . . Put it on that big chair over there. . . . Good." "Hey, you sat on it. Now I got nowhere to sit." "Hmm, you're right. There's no towels on any of the other chairs. Hmm. Well, I guess you're just going to have to sit here on my lap, Rippy." "You tricked me, Uncle." "You don't want to sit on my lap?" "Yeah, I do. Really. I want to do lots of stuff with you, Uncle." "That's good, 'cause I sure want to do lots of stuff with you, Rippy." "And you know what Dad said?" "What?" "He said not to worry about doing anything wrong. That whatever we do, as long as we both want to do it, it's ok with him. Ain't that cool?" Rip put his arms around Malcolm's neck, gave him a long lingering kiss on the mouth, and felt a hardening underneath his naked ass. "That's super cool, Rippy."