Date: Sat, 09 Dec 2006 18:09:28 -0500 (EST) From: Herb Cat Subject: Rip part 8 of 12 Installment 8 Rip Shows Off; Disney World Copyrigh 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. --- "OK, Mom and I are off. You three try to behave and not burn down the house. Bye." "Bye, Mom. Bye, Nana." After he watched the Plymouth drive around the corner, Rip whispered something in his uncle's ear. "Dad, Uncle and me will be back in a minute. We got to get something." "Sure, you two run along. Take your time." Marcus was sure that what they intended to do would take more than a minute, and he settled down on the couch with his new book. He was so absorbed in it, that he didn't look up when Rip said, "We're back." "That didn't take long. What did you get?" "We got naked! Ha ha ha ha." Marcus then looked up and sure enough, there were his son and his brother-in-law standing in all their glory. "Come on, Dad. You get naked too. Come on. Mom and Nana ain't here. I been telling Uncle how you and me sit and jerk off together. We done it lots of times, right, Dad? So it's gonna be fun doing it all three of us, OK? Come on." "No, well, I was just . . ." They weren't about to let Marcus off the hook. Malcolm pulled Marcus off the couch and Rip started opening his father's pants. As he pulled them down, Malcolm started pulling his new sweater up over his head. In a few seconds, they had him stripped and ready for action. "Wait, I gotta get something else." Rip ran out of the room. Now what? Rip came back with three towels and spread them on the couch. "Be prepared. That's the Boy Scout motto, Dad." They sat down, Rip centered between the two greatest men in his life, and went to work on their peckers. "This is fun, ain't it Dad?" "I'm enjoying it, Son. This was a good idea, after all. But I better not see that camera anywhere around!" "You think this is what your wife meant when she said, 'Behave yourself'?" "Probably not." Then Rip piped up, in his best imitation of a grown up, "We're men and this is our house. If we want to sit and jerk like this, who's going to fuckin' stop us." "Marcus, I did not teach him that." "No, Malcolm, I did." "Look, Uncle, you see? I told you Dad's cock was bigger'n yours." "Don't say that, Son. Your Uncle has a fine cock." "It's OK, Rippy. I don't mind. Size isn't everything. Your Dad does have a very fine cock." "And so do you, Son." A few minutes of contented masturbation elapsed with occasional hands venturing over the borders. "Uh, Dad?" "What, Rip?" "You want me to suck your cock?" "You don't have to do that, Son." "I know I don't have to, but I want to. I suck Uncle lots of times but I never suck you, Dad. Please?" "Well, you really want that, Son?" "Yeah!!!" "You won't bite me, will you?" "Don't worry, Marcus, Rippy knows all about teeth. He's real careful. Go on, Rippy, kneel in front of your father. . . . That's it. Just be careful, Rippy. Don't go down the whole way. Your Dad's a lot bigger than me. You don't want to choke. . . . That's it." "Oh, Shit, Son, that feels so fuckin' nice." Marcus closed his eyes and just wallowed in the experience of his own offspring's nine-year-old mouth expertly giving him oral sex. "Uh, Son. I'm going to cum soon. You better let go." His words muffled, the boy asked if he had to let go. "You're going to swallow it?" Nod. "Oh, hell, go for it!" And with that, Marcus emptied his testicles into his son's waiting mouth. Several strong and large shots, which the boy took without losing a drop. "Wow! That was the best fuckin' blow job I've ever had, Son. Better than your m. . . Well, it was really very good. I'm proud of you, Rip." And it was obvious that Rip was proud too, as he licked his lips. "Are you going to suck Uncle Malcolm now?" "I think he wants to put his somewhere else, don't you Uncle?" Rip gave a naughty little wink. "Dad, you want to watch me get fucked?" "No, Son, the wanking was great and the BJ was super, really super. I really love you, Rip. But I don't think I want to see that. Here, give me a kiss." Rip put his lips on his father's and stuck his tongue out so his father could taste his own ejaculate. Then quietly, with head bent slightly, he left the room and headed for the bedroom, holding his uncle's hand. Was that dejection? Marcus thought. The boy is up one minute and down the next. He began picking up his clothes and the towels, and went to put on a pot of coffee, while in his mind he imagined the scene in his son's bedroom, the scene he chose not to witness. Later, he told Andrea the whole story. "You're a real asshole, Marcus." "Again? You think I should have watched them do their dirty work? I'd feel like a real pervert, peeking at them." "You watch Rip play baseball. You watch him skate board. You even watch him sing in the school chorus. Here he asks you to watch him do something he's really proud of, and you refuse. Honestly, Marcus, you can be so thick headed." "Well, I didn't really think of it like that." "No, you didn't." "Maybe I should tell him I'm sorry." "Maybe you should." Now it was the father whose head was hung as he shuffled down the hall to his son's bedroom, and wondered what they were doing in there now. He stood are the door and listened for the sounds of sex. What he heard were giggles, in two voices a couple octaves apart. He knocked. "Come in," said the boy soprano. Marcus opened the door to see his brother-in-law in the strangest contortion, ass pointed at the ceiling, feet and hands positioned in a way that seemed to defy balance. And in between his limbs was pretzeled his son, whose gaze was directed back over his shoulder, past Malcolm's knee, toward the door. "Hi, Dad, we're playing Twister. Did you ever play?" "Not buck naked, Son." The players collapsed in a giggling fit. "So what did you want, Dad?" "Well, Son, I, um. I just wanted to say I was sorry." Rip frowned, "About what?" "About earlier, you know in the living room." "Don't be sorry. I liked it, Dad. I liked sucking you. Didn't you like it?" "Yeah, Rip. I liked that a lot. But I mean after that. You wanted to show me something, and I didn't let you. That's what I'm sorry for." "Oh, you mean the fucking?" Marcus nodded. "Gee, OK, Dad. You want to see it now?" "Well, it doesn't have to be right now, Rip. You were playing a game. Malcolm may not be in the mood right now. But sometime, yeah, I'd like you to show me, if you want to, that is." "I'm in the mood, Marcus." "Somehow, that doesn't surprise me." "How about it, my boy? Want to put a show on for your old man?" "Yeah. Wow. That'll be great. Is Mom and Nana gonna watch too." "No, Son, this is for us men." "OK, Great. What position, Uncle?" "You choose, Rippy. You're the boss." "I like it spreadeagle. Dad, you want to see that one?" "Whatever you say, Son. I'll sit over here. You go ahead." Rip knelt in front of his Uncle and began sucking and massaging him up to a full erection. Marcus looked at his son's naked nine-year-old butt as Rip joyfully went about his duties. It looked so small, so innocent, so darling. Then he stared at the 29-year-old cock swelling from his boy's expert manipulations. Suddenly it didn't look all that small. His fatherly lens seemed to zoom on in the monstrous tool as it grew, watching it expand. He thought of the pictures in his books of the ancient Priapus with his gargantuan appendage, laughing sadistically at all the world. He glanced again at his son's tiny ass, and his mind began to spin: "How can I sit here and let this go on? This madman is about to invade the sanctity of my precious little boy. How can I idly watch my own flesh and blood get savagely ripped open?" Marcus shuddered as he realized the irony of his son's nickname. "I'm not watching some illicit child porn movie. No! This is real. It's time to put an end to ! this idiocy! Time to reclaim my son in the name of all decency and help him escape this torture. He's too young to do it himself. This is the moment to come to his defense." Just then, Rip let go of his Uncle's mantool, turned and gave his father the biggest grin. The delight on his face just bubbled over. Never had Marcus seen him so effervescent, so proud, so deliriously happy. Dad bit his lip and watched as Rip then sat down on the edge of his bed, laid back and lifted his legs up in the air, and held his knees. Malcolm opened the lube and spread a generous amount around and into the boy's little love tunnel. Marcus looked at his son's sweet smiling face and began to rub his crotch. Malcolm took the boy's ankles and rested them on his shoulders and then tenderly but firmly held the boy's tiny waist. Rip held his lover's wrists with his own small hands and pursed kisses up at the uncle he loved so much. Malcolm bent forward. Marcus studied his son's expression as his anus was about to be penetrated. No hint that this was anything other than pure delight for the boy. Malcolm leaned forward and went in as the boy softly whispered, "ohh yeah.! " Marcus' eyes began tearing. His brother-in-law's pace began to accelerate until he was humping energetically, Rip's little white ass bouncing with each thrust. After a while the action froze and then Marcus watched as his son's chute was filled with spunk, or whatever he wanted to call it. Malcolm leaned forward to kiss the lover boy as his flaccid tool fell out. They each whispered a thank you to the other, and Malcolm rolled over on to the bed. Rip stayed in position, grabbing his knees again. "See my hole, Dad? Ain't that cool? It looks real big now, Right? But in a few minutes it's gonna get small again. You can watch it. What you think Dad? You think I did it good? Did you like the show?" Marcus wanted to say a thousand different things, but at the moment, all he could manage were a few sobs. He went over, laid beside his son and kissed him a long time. Finally, he gurgled, "I love you, Rip. I'm glad you're such a happy boy." "Thanks, Dad. . . . Uh, Dad, . . . you know what? . . . You got a tent." "Yeah, I know, Son. I think I'm going back to your mother now. You and Malcolm stay here and rest. .oOo. Rip got to spend a whole week with Uncle in February when his school had recess. Of course, most days Tony was there also, but there were times when Rip had Malcolm all to himself. Tony, for his part, had been spending every weekend at Malcolm's. He missed his brother being there, but was also happy to be alone with the man. He could suck away at that cock without having his brother's face pressed against his own. And in the bed there was no third body competing for attention. (However, Tony developed a habit which Malcolm found annoying after a while. Every time they were in the middle of some serious fucking, Tony would start giggling and imagining that at that moment, Brother Billy might be nailing some girl friend's ass the same way.) Come February, Tony too was ready for some Ménage à Trois. He and Rip were the best of buddies. Malcolm of course was delighted to have two small wiry naked bodies scampering about his house again. Rather than wearing his body out, these nine and ten-year-olds seemed to give new vigor and energy to his now 30-year-old frame. At the Easter break, Rip and Tony had a week and a half off from school, so Uncle took the time off from the Club and they all went up to the lake to open up the cabin. So what if there was mud on the ground and black flies in the air! Nothing could dampen the spirits of three boys intent on enjoying themselves, their slowly changing bodies, and each other's company. When they weren't busy with their usual energetic adrenolin-driven activities, and had time to just talk (while leisurely wanking themselves), the conversation began to turn to the upcoming summer vacation. Billy had already opted out of the NAMBLA trip to Disney World, which was scheduled for the week after school ended. Tony of course was excited to go, and barraged Malcolm with endless questions about what they'd do there. At first, Rip empathized with his enthusiasm, maintaining it sounded almost as exciting as his return to his friends in Greece. But after a while, he couldn't even convince himself with! this courageous rhetoric. Malcolm decided it was time to give the Sloans a phone call, and by the time he hung up, it had all been arranged. Rip would take Billy's place on the NAMBLA trip to Disney World, before getting on a plane and flying to Greece to join his parents. Rip and Billy dragged Malcolm all over the Magic Kingdom, the Animal Kingdom, Epcot, and MGM Studios, and Rip's new camera got plenty of exercise. Occasionally, they'd bump into another man with a boy or two, whom they'd recognize, but discretion was the byword at DW. No uniforms, no name tags, no pennants, nothing to indicate to anyone outside the group that it was NAMBLA week at Disney. Club activities consisted of informal get-togethers between men and boys in their hotel rooms, and two official events held in nearby Orlando, an opening reception and a closing banquet. While dessert was being served, two waiters came out of the kitchen with a cake bedecked in lit sparklers. Every eye in the dining room followed the display as it wound its way over to the table that included Rip, Tony and Malcolm. On the cake was a miniature Magic Kingdom and the words, "Happy Birthday Rippy and Tony." "But our birthdays ain't 'til next week?" "I know, Rippy, but you're going to be in Greece, and I knew Tony wanted to be able to celebrate his with yours. Let's just call it a little preview, OK" "Like foreplay," one of the teenage boys at the table wisecracked, instantly getting a punch from the kid next to him. They were glad though that the cake was large enough to serve the entire table. Within ten days, Rip turned 10 and Tony 11. Both boys spent their real birthdays reminiscing about the wonderful events of the previous year. Rip had lots to tell his young Grecian friends, as well as his coach Alex, his tutor Demetrius, and his father's colleague Jeremy: his uncle's cabin on the lake where he could play and swim naked just like on Naxos and how he saw deer there and other animals, his new friends Billy and Tony, his new camera, and of course the trip to Disney World. There was sad news as well: he had to report that Gramps had died. Rip wanted to record the whole summer on film so he could show Uncle everything when he got back. And Tony too of course. However, he knew enough to refrain from documenting the father-and-son joint jerkoff sessions which were becoming quite frequent, and the less common, but still rewarding son-to-father blow jobs. Toward the end of the summer, the two Doctor Sloans received their assignment schedule for the fall semester at the university back home. They noticed a new name on the anthropology faculty, Pieter Tong. Apparently Dr. Tong was from Papua-New Guinea, and for one year would be a guest lecturer on campus.