Date: Sun, 22 Jun 2014 21:13:31 -0700 From: Db Byron Subject: Jacobs Playhouse Part Eleven M/b Incest DISCLAIMER: The following story contains descriptions of sexual activity between men and minors, especially boys. If you are under 18 years of age, READ NO FURTHER. If you are morally opposed to sexually explicit fiction involving minors, READ NO FURTHER. The following story is fantasy only and was written for the author's private enjoyment. Others have convinced me to share... This fiction is not intended to contribute in any way to illegal actions by the reader, nor is it intended to contribute in any way to harmful acts toward children. All events portrayed are fictional, if you like what you've read, write me at db.byron@yahoo.com. Additional parts to this story depend on feedback, so, be sure to write if you liked it! The Nifty Archive has welcomed thousands of open-minded men to indulge in their hottest and darkest fantasies. Anything is possible in a story. But making those stories available is only possible with help from you. So curl up with an erotic tale. Let it take you to the edge of ecstasy and back again. Then take a moment and donate. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html - Chapter Eleven: "Labor Day Weekend Fuck Fest Part Three" It was mid afternoon on Saturday, when we all decided we'd have pizza for dinner. We all got dressed and hopped in my Dad's truck. Damien and Jacob climbed in the back, along with Mark and I. While Alex and Olivier rode in the cab with my Dad. As my Dad drove us around the side of the house, I could hear the telephone ringing in the kitchen, through the open window of the house. I had a feeling it was probably Kevin calling and I even though I really wanted to check to make sure. I knew there was no way my Dad was going to stop to let me. He felt Kevin needed to sweat things out and realize just what he was missing. Even though I didn't completely agree, I was willing to let things play themselves out. We pulled out of the driveway and headed down the road to our favorite pizza place. After about 20mins or so we arrived at Little J's Pizza and Subs. It was a small local business and set next door to a convenience store. It was never very busy and they knew us pretty well. Since we ordered pizza from them at least once a week. We pulled into the parking lot and we all got out. The boys were very excited as they hopped down from the tailgate and rushed inside the restaurant. Mark held the door for us and we each walked inside. While Jacob showed Damien and Alex the small game room in the back of the place, we picked out a table and sat down. It wasn't long before Jacob came back and asked for some quarters for the arcade machines. I handed him some dollar bills and told him to get some change from the lady at the cash register. However, Jacob was shy and didn't want to ask her. Luckily, Damien came wandering back over and offered to ask the lady for him. If there was one thing about little Damien, the boy was certainly not shy. I'd noticed that pretty early on and thought it was a good thing. I hoped it might get Jacob to open up more around people outside of the house. I watched as the two boys walked over and got the change they asked for. Then they rejoined Alex in the game room. As the boys played, the waitress came over and took our order. She seemed to have her eyes on Olivier as he sat there quietly listening as my Dad and I told her what we wanted. Olivier had to borrow some of my clothes, since he didn't bring any with him and they didn't fit him quite right. They were a bit too tight and showed off his hairy muscular chest more than he realized. Not that any of us minded. He looked good and there was no shame in that but it was definitely drawing the waitresses attention. She was a pretty blonde girl, in her late teens or early 20's. I didn't recognize her and assumed she must be new. She had to ask us twice what kind of toppings we wanted on the three large pizzas we wanted as she stared excessively at Olivier. We eventually got the order placed and as she walked away, I leaned over and nudged Olivier with my shoulder. "Does she look like she has some French in her?" I asked. "No, I do not think so." Olivier replied. "Well, it looks like she wants some." I said with a wink. I knew it was a lame joke but it sounded pretty good in my head at the time. "Oh my..." Olivier said and started blushing. "Haha. Yeah she does. She wants that 8.5" Saucisson sausage you got down there." Mark said laughing. We couldn't help but make fun of the poor out-of-towner. He was clearly out of place and embarrassed. We all knew he was gay and had no desire for women at all. All he could do was sit there blushing as we waiting for the waitress to return with our drinks. After a few minutes she returned with the drinks and a small dish of cheese bread. Which I thought was odd, since we didn't order the bread and they had never given us free food before. "They've never given us cheese bread with our order before. Is it something new you're doing?" I asked. "No, this if for him." The waitress said as she smiled at Olivier. "Thank you. You are most kind." Olivier said politely. The girl shivered in excitement at the sound of his French accent and if I didn't know any better, I'd say she nearly wet herself. I shook my head and tried my hardest not to laugh. "You are so very welcome, Sir." She said smiling and blushing. She was giddy like a school girl as she walked away. We all watched and smiled as we tried not to laugh. "You may all have some if you wish." Olivier said, offering us some cheese bread. Mark and I eagerly grabbed some and started eating. "So, have you boys decided what we're doing later?" My Dad asked as he sipped his drink. "We're camping out right? I mean, once I find my tent. I thought I put it in the tool shed out front of the house but I looked before we left and I couldn't find it." Mark replied. "Oh sorry, I moved it. It's in the storage closet under that stairs in the game room." I said as I suddenly remembered. "Well, nice of you to tell me." Mark said. "I was gonna tell you sooner but I forgot." I said as I finished my piece of cheese bread, "So, you're gonna setup your tent and I guess Dad's claimed the truck, so that means me, Jacob and Olivier have the Playhouse?" "Yeah, I'm guessing so. I might need to barrow an extra sleeping bag though." Mark said as he picked up his drink and sipped on it. My Dad looked at him and asked, "For what? It's not like you're gonna be doing much sleep'n. Besides you're gonna share the one bag ain'tcha?" I knew what my Dad was thinking and I was thinking pretty much the same thing. Sharing a sleeping bag would be a great opportunity for Mark and Damien to finally take things a step further sexually. However, I also knew Mark had been stalling for time and ignoring the boy's advances for some reason. "Oh that's right. You'll have little Damien to keep you company." I said, "Won't be much sleep happening. Unless, well, you're still waiting..." "Waiting for what?" My Dad asked. Mark gave me an evil stare as our Dad called him out in front of everyone. I felt bad for even saying it but it needed to be addressed. If anyone knew how to ask Mark it was my Dad. Of course, he was usually way too blunt with such matters. Which often resulted in Mark retreating in shame. "You haven't taken the boy to brown town yet?" My Dad asked. Hearing that, I nearly blushed as I looked around the room. I was so glad the restaurant was empty of customers besides us. My Dad and I both knew Mark was too kindhearted to force himself on anyone, much less Damien. However, we'd seen the way the boy had been flirting and doing his best to make it obvious to Mark that he wanted more than to just give him head. I'd hoped by now they had done something more together but they'd obviously hadn't. Mark picked up his drink, sipped it and replied, "No... He's not ready yet." Olivier and my Dad looked at Mark and before I had a chance to respond, my Dad beat me to it. "He's not ready or you're not ready?" My Dad asked. With that, the conversation fell silent as Mark refused to answer the question. We all knew the truth. He was holding back from fucking the boy. What we didn't know was why and I think that made us more curious than anything. About that time, the waitress came over and delivered the first pizza to our table. "Come on boys, pizzas ready." My Dad said, calling to the boys in the back game room. They stopped what they were doing and came rushing over to the table and had a seat as the waitress brought over the second pizza. Then she left and returned again with the third pizza. After she set it down on the table, she walked over to Olivier and politely asked if there was anything else she could get him. He smiled and politely replied, "No, but thank you." To which she nodded and smiled as she walked back to the kitchen. Olivier looked at us and tried not to blush as he picked up a slice of pizza and took a bite. With that, the rest of us started eating and soon we'd eaten nearly every bit of pizza. Only a handful of slices remained and we decided we'd take them home with us. We just needed to ask for a box to put the leftovers in. I looked at Olivier and said, "Hey, ask her for a box." "Must I?" Olivier asked. "Yeah, she likes you. She'll give you whatever you want." I replied. Olivier took a deep breath and waited a moment, until he saw a chance to get her attention. He raised his hand and waved to her. "Ma'am." He said. The waitress hurried over to our table and asked, "Yes, sweetie?" "May we have, how you say..." Olivier asked. "A to-go box." I said completing the sentence for him. "Yes, a to-go box." Olivier said. "Oh, of course. I'll be right back." She said as he went back to the kitchen. A minute or two later she returned and handed Olivier an empty pizza box. She smiled as he accepted the box and then she quickly walked away again. He looked down at the box and his eyes grew wide. I looked over and noticed she had written her phone number on the top of the box with a marker. "Ha! She gave you her number. You go boy. Rawr!" I said jokingly. We all had a good laugh but Olivier seemed even more embarrassed now than before. I almost felt sorry for him but it was funny. A few minutes later, the waitress returned one last time, with the check in her hand and asked, "Will that be all?" Apparently Olivier had, had enough of her subtle attempts to flirt with him and he leaned over and kissed me right on the lips. We all sat there in shock as he and I locked lips. The poor girl stood there in disbelief as she held the check in her hand. We finished kissing and Olivier looked at her and said, "Yes, that will be all Ma'am. Thank you." The poor girl set the check down on the table and quickly dashed back to the kitchen. I knew she was probably very embarrassed but there was nothing we could do or say about it. The point had been made and all she could do was realize her mistake and move on. "I can't believe you just did that. Haha." Mark said laughing, "You've got balls my friend." "I am sorry but I do not much care for fish. Much disgust." Olivier said. I leaned over and kissed Olivier on the cheek and said, "That makes two of us baby." He smiled and we all laughed together. Then we each got up to leave and I walked over to the cash register to pay the check. As everyone left the restaurant, I waited for someone to come to the register. After a few minutes, the waitress and her boss came walking over and rang me up. "I am, so, so sorry. I didn't mean to hit on your boyfriend like that. Oh my God, I can't believe I did that." The waitress said apologizing. I smiled as I received my change and I handed her a $10 bill. "He's actually not my boyfriend but he is gay. There's no need to apologize. There was no harm done. We come here all the time but you just helped make this visit more memorable than any of the others." I said. She blushed and thanked me for the tip. Then I walked back outside to the join the others. I arrived outside and caught just the end of a conversation they were having. "I would say we can take the boys fishing down by the lake but Olivier might not approve, since it involves fish." Mark said with a grin. I walked up, giving Olivier a hug and smiled as I said, "I don't think he'd mind that kind of fish. As long as they don't try to nibble on his worm. Haha!" "Oh my..." Olivier said softly as I stepped us closer to the back of the truck. "Actually Mark, I think that's a good idea. I'm gonna step next door and grab some beers and some bait, if you wanna go with." My Dad said. "Sure." Mark replied as he walked over to my Dad. "We'll be right back." My Dad said as the two of them walked over to the store next door. Oliver and I climbed up into the back of the truck and laid down on the mattress, side by side, with our backs against the large metal toolbox. Jacob, Alex and Damien climbed into the back of the truck with us, while we waited. "I hope we didn't embarrass you too much. We're only kidding around with you." I said. "I understand. I take no offense." Olivier said. "Cool. You're a really great guy, you know that?" I said as I put my hand on his leg, while we relaxed together. He reached his hand over and placed it on mine and smiled. "You are a great guy as well. You and your family are very kind to me." He said, "How you say, great southern hospitality." It was nice to hear him say 'southern hospitality', as I had mentioned to him the day before. It made me feel good to think he was mixing in with us and learning from us as well. "Now you're getting it." I said with a smile, "That's what us country folk are known for. Well, that and the sex." We all waited around in the back of the truck, until Mark and my Dad came out of the store. They walked over to the truck and they leaned over the side as they set four cases of beer in the back with us and two big bags of ice. Then Mark tossed Jacob a bag with a square container in it. "Here you go, Jacob. Daddy bought you a box of cocklets. Ha!" Mark said laughing. Jacob looked inside the bag and stuck his nose up at the container of worms inside. "Eww! Haha!" Jacob said laughing. Then Mark and my Dad got in the cab of the truck and backed us out of the parking lot. Soon we were heading down the road, on our way back home. Jacob and Alex cuddled up to Olivier as the cool wind blew over them and Damien cuddled up next to me. I put my arm around the boy and as the wind blew over us, we discussed him and my Brother. It was difficult to hear every word but Damien seemed to be feeling a little left out. He had seen the way Alex and Jacob got all the attention of the men at our house and he really wanted that. I knew he had been trying his best to get Mark to allow him to do more than just suck him off. However, I also knew how Mark was. He wouldn't force himself on anyone but I had to admit, I found it strange that he wasn't even trying to make a move on the boy. Despite how obvious Damien had been making it that he wanted more. As we pulled onto the road that lead to our house, I leaned down to Damien's ear and said, "I promise, before the weekend's over. You'll get the love you want. Even if you have to get it from someone other than Mark." He looked up at me and smiled the biggest smile ever. I winked and reached behind him, squeezing his tiny butt. I could see how badly he really wanted to get fucked by a man. I was more than willing to do it myself but I wanted to first make sure Mark wasn't going to try it on his own. The last thing I wanted to do, was upset Mark. I knew he had feelings for Damien and even though he was taking his time. He probably really wanted to be the boys first. Something that I fully supported and wanted for the two of them. Soon we pulled into the driveway of our house and as we drove around the side of the house, I looked over to see Coach Roberts' Jeep parked out front. My Dad parked the truck in the backyard, between the house and Playhouse again. "Hey! I was wondering where you all were at!" Coach Roberts yelled down, from the porch of the Playhouse. I looked up and saw him standing in the Playhouse looking down at us. He was dressed in his usual black shorts and green team shirt. "Hi, Coach!" Jacob yelled back to him as he stood up in the back of the truck. Olivier and I got up as Jacob and Alex made their way to the tailgate of the truck. They hopped out and Damien patted me on the side. "Who's he?" Damien asked. "Yes, who is he?" Olivier asked as well. I smiled and replied, "That's Coach Roberts. He's Jacob's Youth Soccer Coach." "Oh cool! I love Soccer." Damien said. "Hey Jacob, how about you grab your Soccer ball and you boys can kick it around for awhile." I said as I patted Damien on the head. "Ok!" Jacob said and he ran toward the backdoor of the house. Mark and my Dad got out of the truck and Coach Roberts came down from the Playhouse, with a canvas bag in his hands. We all gathered around the truck as we waited for Jacob to return with his Soccer ball. "I hope you haven't been waiting too long. We went out for pizza and didn't think anyone would be showing up while we were gone." Mark said. "Oh it's alright. I only just got here. I'd only made it up to the Playhouse, when I heard you guys pulling up. I was worried I was going to miss all the fun." Coach Roberts said. "The fun hasn't even started yet." My Dad said. "Really?" Coach Roberts asked. "Yup, we did a bit of stretching yesterday, you know, just a warm up. But the real fun is yet to begin I think." I replied with a grin. Mark and my Dad both looked at me and grinned. They both knew I was referring to the fisting the night before. Something that the Coach had no knowledge of, at least not yet. "Cool, cool." Coach Roberts said. "What'cha got there?" My Dad asked. "Oh this..." Coach Roberts replied, "It's my camera. James asked me to bring it so I could take some family photos for you all." "Excellent." My Dad said, "I'll finally have some photos to hang on the walls of the game room." "Um, are you sure you wanna hangup 'those' kinda photos?" Mark asked. "Oh shit, that's right. Haha! Well, I could always put them in an album and hide them under Mark's bed for safe keeping. There's stuff under his bed, that's been there 20yrs." My Dad said. Mark rolled his eyes and smirked. Then Coach Roberts handed the canvas bag to me and I held it as he unzipped it. I looked inside and saw he had a few small photo albums along with a very expensive looking camera. He pulled one of the albums out and handed it to my Dad. "You'll need something like this, I think." He said as my Dad took hold of the album. My Dad opened it, to find there were already some pictures inside. His eyes grew wide and he looked at Coach Roberts. "You nasty motherfucker. These are fuck'n sweet boys, I mean pics, I mean Goddamn!" My Dad said as he showed Mark the album. The two of them gawked at the pictures in the album as Coach Roberts pulled his camera out and turned it on. "Wow! How much did that thing run you? It looks expensive." I asked. "It was over $500. Luckily, the parents of my players paid for it. I mostly use it for taking pics during team events." He replied, "Of course, if they knew some of the other things I did with it. Well, you know..." I smiled and replied, "Oh I can imagine." After about a minutes his camera powered up and he asked me and Olivier to pose for him, while he took a test shot. I set the bag on the tailgate as we stood next to each other and I reached my hand down in front of Olivier, grabbing his cock through the material of his tight sweatpants. "Ohhm!" Olivier gasped. With a flash the Coach took our picture and then showed us how it looked, on the small display screen on the back of the camera. "Oh wow, I like it." I said as I viewed the picture but then I noticed a face in the background, "Oh wait, someone photo-bombed us. Haha!" I turned around and saw Jacob standing there holding his Soccer ball, smiling. "Hehe." Jacob giggled as he walked over. He joined us and tossed his Soccer ball to Damien. The boy caught it and as he held it in his hands, Coach Roberts snapped a picture of him. Then the Coach looked at the image on the back of the camera and said, "You're a natural. I bet you love playing with balls." "You have no idea." Mark said with a grin as he looked up from the photo album. I smiled and asked, "How many images does does that thing hold?" "On this card and at this quality, probably around 200 or so." He replied. "Wow! That's awesome! I guess we'll have to see if we can fill that bad boy up." I said as I gave Olivier's cock another gentle squeeze. "Mmmm!" Olivier moaned. My Dad looked over at us and said, "Don't get him all excited so soon. First you two need to help us put this beer away." Then Olivier and I walked over and helped lift the cases of beer out of the truck. We carried them over to the cooler by the backdoor if the house and Mark tore open the bags of ice. He poured the ice in the cooler and then we started opening the cases. While we did that, the boys and Coach Roberts headed further into the backyard and my Dad headed inside the house. The boys played for a good long while and as they worked up a sweat, they slowly started pulling off their clothes. After awhile, there was sweatpants and shirts laying all around in the grass. "That's something I don't see everyday." Mark said. "What's that?" I asked. "Naked Soccer players in our backyard" He replied with a grin. I smiled and popped open a can of beer. As I sipped it, I handed one to Olivier and he opened it and started sipping on it. As we stood there drinking our beers, my Dad came back outside. It was then, that I had remembered that the phone had rang before we left. "Hey Daddy, who called earlier? Did they leave a message?" I asked as I sipped my beer. "Who do you think?" My Dad replied. "Oh..." I replied softly. "Did he leave a bunch of messages?" Mark asked. "Only about seven. You see, I knew that bastard would call. He wants to know what he's missing, I guarantee it." My Dad said as he walked over and picked up a can of beer and opened it. I didn't know what to say. I felt bad for Kevin but I knew I had to let things run their course. So, I stood there quietly and sipped my beer as Coach Roberts came walking over to us. "Hey, I wanna get a group shot of you sexy fuckers." Coach Roberts said as he stepped closer and knelt down with his camera. The four of us smiled, even though at that moment I was definitely faking it and we held up our cans of beer for the camera. With a flash our picture was taken and the Coach walked over to show us. We each looked at the image on the back of the camera and we knew right then, that camera was going to be taking a lot of naughty pictures soon. The group of us walked over to the truck and had a seat on the tailgate as Coach Roberts continued to take pictures of the boys playing. I could tell he was having a good time taking pictures of the boys. He was surely getting lots of good naked butt pics for his collection. After about a half hour or so, the boys picked up their clothes and came wandering back over to us. They were sweaty and completely naked as they stood there looking at us. "You boys look tired out." Mark said. "Eh, not yet." Jacob said. "How you boys feel about doing some more posing for the camera?" My Dad asked. "Sure, sounds fun." Damien replied. "Then how about we all go down to the game room and they can pose for some 'special' pictures." My Dad said. Just the thought of the boys posing naked together, was enough to make my cock twitch in my sweatpants. The group of us headed inside and my Dad lead the way as we entered the house and headed down the hallway to the door of the game room. He opened the door and flipped on the light as we all walked down the stairs. Once in the game room, the boy's lined up next to the Billiards table and Coach Roberts took a few pics as they posed together. As they had their pictures taken, Olivier, Mark, my Dad and I walked over to the couch in the corner and stripped down naked. The boys took notice but didn't say anything. They were focused on doing as Coach Roberts was telling them as he instructed them on how to pose and where to look. It was hot to see the boys naked and posing as a group. After a few shots had been taken of them, in various positions, Coach Roberts asked them to turn around and put their hands on the Billiards table as they bent over. The Coach took a few shots as a group and then began taking single shots. He started with Alex, then moved to Damien and then ended with Jacob, who took the initiative and reached back spreading his tiny cheeks. It was then, that his Coach got an up close and personal view of the boy's larger pucker. "Oh my goodness. Someone's been doing some stretching! Mmmmm!" Coach Roberts said, "That's a good boy. Show it to me, Pucker. Fuck yeah boy. Mmmm!" Jacob eagerly spread his cheeks and wiggled his little butt for his Coach. The more he did it, the more I could see Damien watching him and becoming jealous of the attention he was receiving. I leaned over to Mark and whispered, "Damien looks a little jealous." Mark took notice and walked over to the boys. He stood behind Damien and reached down, spreading the boy's cheeks. "Mmmmm!" Damien moaned. "There you go. Show him that virgin hole." Mark said softly. Coach Roberts heard that and turned his attention back to Damien. Luckily, Jacob wasn't bothered by the way the two men were focusing on Damien. He wasn't the kind of boy to get jealous. He just smiled and watched and I think little Alex was glad not to have the attention. "Oh yes. Mmmmmm! A virgin pucker. So sexy. Mmmmm." Coach Roberts said as he snapped more closeup pictures of the boy's hole. Damien was loving the way both men were admiring him but soon he wanted more. He turned around, knelt down and started licking Mark's cock. "Oh damn! Mmmmm! Yeah, give me those special kisses." Mark said. My Dad, Olivier and I watched and we could see the way little Alex and Jacob had suddenly become left out. My Dad whispered a few words to Olivier and I watched as Olivier walked over to the boys and took Alex by the hand. He lead him away and brought him back to where we were. My Dad had a seat on the couch and spread his legs as Olivier brought the boy to him. Then Alex stood in front of my Dad and Olivier got down on his knees behind the boy. "Suck your Grandpa." Olivier said softly to Alex. The boy stepped closer, got on his knees and started sucking my Dad's cock. As Alex sucked my Dad, Coach Roberts turned around and noticed. He came over to us and started taking pictures of the action. Leaving Jacob standing there by the Billiards table without a partner. I motioned to Jacob and he came over to me. As he stood in front of me I put my hand on his head and rustled his hair. "Give me a suck, kiddo." I said softly. Jacob knelt down and started licking my cock. As he did, Coach Roberts focused his attention to us and started taking pictures. "Mmmmm! Yeah, that feels good." I said as Jacob eagerly sucked me. It didn't take long for him to have me fully hard and my 8" cut cock was being held in both his hands as he licked and sucked on it. I knew the Coach was getting some really good pictures of it and they were turning him on, by the way his cock was starting to make a tent in his shorts. I looked over and watched Alex as he sucked my Dad's thick 6.5" cut cock as Olivier gently massaged the boy's back. The three of them had been together before earlier in the day but this was the first time I'd seen it. I was eager and curious to see how Olivier fucked a boy. As I watched the three of them, I heard a soft conversation across the room that caught my attention. I looked over at Mark and Damien. The boy had brought Mark to full arousal and his 7" cut cock was sticking out in front of him, hard as a rock. While him and Mark talked about something. I could see it appeared to be a somewhat serious conversation, by the look on Damien's face. Then Mark gave the boy a hug and they both came walking over to us. Mark stopped and walked over to the closet under the stairs. He pulled open the doors and picked up the bag that had his tent in it. As he checked it to make sure it was all there, Damien walked over to me. I knelt down to him and Jacob moved aside. Which worked out well, because it was about that time, that Coach Roberts pulled his shorts down. Revealing his 6" uncut cock for Jacob to eagerly begin sucking on. As Jacob began sucking his Coach, Damien leaned close and whispered, "He wants to fuck me." I felt my heart race hearing him say that and I turned to him. His little face was so bright and full of excitement. I hugged him, kissed his cheek and whispered, "I so excited for you. It's gonna feel incredible, both good and bad. Just remember to be sure you cry when he does it. He'll appreciate that." Damien smiled real big and nodded his head. Then he turned around and walked back over to Mark. "We're gonna get a little more private if you guys don't mind." Mark said as he closed the closet doors. Damien waved and smiled to us as they both walked away and started climbing the stairs. He looked so happy and excited. I really hoped Mark wasn't going to let him down. - To read more stories featuring my Nephew Jacob and his Family & Friends. Please visit http://www.jacobsplayhouse.com/