Date: Tue, 11 May 2010 23:58:56 +0100 From: Harry Miller Subject: Tactile Sam, Part 5 EXPLICIT CONTENT FOR ADULTS ONLY. This story is a work of fiction: the characters aren't real, the plot isn't true, the places don't exist. The story contains scenes of a sexual nature between a pre-teen boy, his father and his uncle. If you are a minor, or it is illegal for you to read this story, then stop reading now. Commercial use of this work is prohibited without the author's express permission. I was so frustrated at the lack of stories on Nifty that involved frottage, I decided to write my own. It's a shame there aren't more frot stories - why don't you write one and submit it? This is the fifth story in the Tactile Sam series; please let me know what you think. Tactile Sam, Pt 5 "Look, why don't you come back to mine so we can talk about it." "You might be my brother, but that doesn't mean you have all the answers. She's a bitch, our marriage is over, and that's that. I knew she was up to something. Whore!" "Stop being such a prat, Greg, let's talk. I'd stay, but Sam's asleep in the back of the car, and I need to get him home. Come with us and we can sort things out." "Oh fuck off. What's there to sort out? My life's a mess and it's all her fault." "I'm not letting you stay here in this state. Once I've got Sam to bed, we can sit and talk properly, OK? Here's your jacket; come on." He throws the suit jacket at me, turns his back and starts to walk out of the door. Fine, if he wants to hear all about it, then so be it. I slip on the jacket and get in the car. Sam's still fast asleep, ignorant to what's going on. Poor sod, I hope he never grows up to suffer the fate of an evil cow like my wife. "Yeah, and another thing that cu..." "Sshhh! Stop shouting, I don't want you to wake him up, I don't want him to be exposed to all this, and I certainly don't want him to hear that sort of language." He's right; he's my big brother and he's always right. We travel in silence, but I can feel the blood boiling up inside me. I get out of the car and slam the door; my brother has a disappointed look on his face as he lifts Sam from the back. As we enter the house, he takes Sam upstairs, and I head straight for the fridge. Excellent, old habits die hard; I knew he'd have plenty of beer in, and good stuff too (I need something quite powerful right now). By the time he comes back downstairs, I'm on my third can (or is it my fourth?). The desired effect is starting to take hold and I throw myself onto the sofa. "And do you know what else that bitch said? That I'm a lousy lay, that she's never enjoyed sex with me, and that I'd be better off fucking a stuffed toy!" We both erupt in laughter. My brother laughs uncontrollably, and I have tears streaming down my face. I'm still angry - very angry - but being with my big brother just seems to crack the tension. "You're right, she's a bitch. I'll go and get one of Sam's teddy's if you like and you can relieve yourself with that. You'll feel much better afterwards. Any preference?" "Oh very funny." I jump up and push him to the floor. He might be my older brother, but I'm much fitter, much stronger, much broader. A salesman I might be, all suited up in Armani, wearing one of my favourite Lewins' shirts and tie and my handmade shoes, but he'll have to work hard to get one over on me. We struggle for a while on the floor and he almost gets the better of me a couple of times, but in the end he's always on his back and I'm always on top, knees either side of his waist with his hands pinned above his head; it's no different to when we were young. The tension in the room is broken; instead of a distraught husband and his sympathetic brother, it's now just two siblings messing about, having a bit of fun. We're both breathless; I can feel his body rising and falling beneath me as he takes in deep breaths. I can also feel his dick beneath me, pressing into my arse as he breathes in and out. I reach round and grab his crotch to make sure. His face contorts as with one hand I give his package an almighty squeeze; he doesn't speak, but his eyes tell me that it bloody hurt. "Trying to hump me are you, you fucking perv?" I spit in his face. "How come you're all hard - do you want to fuck me or something?" My brother says nothing; the mood has quickly changed again. Neither of us is moving as we stare each other in the eye. He raises his hips and grinds his dick against my arse, against the underside of my balls. He does it again. "Oi, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Still he says nothing, but cracks a slight smile. That does it. In one quick move I have him flipped onto his stomach, and I'm sat on the backs of his thighs to keep him pinned down, my body weight pushing down through my arms to keep his hands pressed against the floor above his head. I lean in to his ear "There you go, big brother, that'll stop you perving on me. What's got into you anyway?" "Greg, look, let me up will you. Joke's over and I need a drink. Come on, off you get, eh?" he says. "Maybe you can be my stuffed toy!" Jokingly, I start grinding my crotch against him; my suited cock against his suited arse. To my amazement it feels good and I can feel myself hardening. I lie flat against his back and grind some more. I shift my legs and force them between my brother's thighs to achieve closer contact and grind harder. This is real good. I slide my cock up and down his arse crack, I can feel it rubbing against my briefs, against my suit, against his suit. The combination of the booze and the sensation makes me feel quite light-headed, when suddenly my brother makes his move, and in one smooth action throws me off and escapes my hold. We both stand, staring at each other, ready to wrestle again. The booze really must be affecting me, as before I know it he spins me round and has my arms in a lock. I don't really have the energy now, and decide to concede. We stand there momentarily, not speaking, not moving. He stands behind me, holds both my wrists with one of his hands, and wraps the other around my waist to pull me in. I could easily escape from this feeble hold, but decide not to bother. He has his arm around my belt and pulls me tighter and I can surely feel his hard cock pressing up against my muscular buttock. He twists his hips from side to side, clearly rubbing his cock against me; it feels rock hard and very big, much bigger than mine. He moves his free hand to my belt buckle and fumbles with it, trying to undo it. "Come on, get your act together," I tell him. He realises that I'm not fighting against him and releases my arms which I relax to my sides. With both hands free, he quickly has my belt undone, and then unclips the top of my suit trousers. "If you're going to fuck me, then fuck me, brother," I taunt. Still he says nothing, but slowly slides my trouser zip down. He reaches in, and pressing his palm against my raging erection, grips my balls through my briefs. He lets out a moan, almost as though he's the one receiving the pleasure. He rolls my balls around in his fingers and moans again, leaning in to my neck and resting his lips upon it. He's teasing me, but getting his own pleasure from this; squeezing my balls through my soft cotton briefs whilst at the same time rubbing his own length against my backside. From the noises he's making, I think he could do this all night, but then he slips in his other hand, moves them both to my hips (inside the trousers), and slides his palms down the outside of my solid, hairy thighs such that my trousers gently fall down around my ankles. He returns one hand to kneading my balls, whilst the other reaches round and caresses the inside of my thigh. I understand this is my brother, but this is so hot; my eyes close and I relax into the pleasure of the moment. Without my suit in the way, I can now feel his cock more pronounced against me. Suddenly he pulls his hands back, and I can hear he's frantically undoing his own trousers. I feel them behind me drop to the floor, and hear him yank down his underwear. He's grasping my hips and thrusts forward, shoving his hardness between my thighs, sliding roughly along the underside of my cock and stabbing into my balls, protected only by my briefs. He thrusts again; nothing gentle about his movements as his whole body bangs against me. Over and over he's slamming into me, groaning each time, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. It's too much. "Fuck me, fuck me now" I shout, grasping the waistband of my briefs and pulling them quickly to my ankles. Again he slams against me and I can feel the wetness of his cock lubricating his motion. Without the cotton separating us, I can almost feel each vein as his cock slides in and out of my thighs, scraping along the underside of my dripping cock. He breathes more heavily, putting every ounce of energy into his stabbing. His pace quickens and his thrusting becomes more erratic as he starts to lose control. His moaning sounds like he's in pain as he nears his climax. I squeeze my thighs together and try to match his rhythm, pushing myself back against his dick. His pace instantly doubles, his movements shorten, and I can feel him cumming, his thick, hot spunk coating my balls and the inside of my thighs. I can feel it spreading along my skin and start to dribble down my thighs as he begins to collapse against my back, slight moans still escaping his lips. My brother starts to go limp and his grip on me completely relaxes. Too turned on to let the moment go, I shuffle around, trying not to fall over with my ankles held captive by my trousers. I bend my knees slightly so that I can align my cock with base of his. I look him straight in the eye, reach round with both arms to take a firm hold of his arse cheeks, and yank his body against me whilst straightening my legs at the same time. My God, I instantly realise the pleasure he experienced. The friction of his hairy thighs against my cock as it penetrates sends a sharp wave of pleasure through my knob, down my length, instantly spreading through my balls, my thighs, my stomach. It's my turn now and I start thrusting into him. He's spent and just stands there taking it; his limp dick dripping his remaining drops of cum over my cock, helping to lubricate the action. Harder I grasp his arse as I ram myself between his thighs. My moans get louder and more desperate as I feel my orgasm quickly approaching. "Shit!" With every ounce of energy remaining, my brother pushes me away. "Selfish bastard!" I think to myself, a look of incredulity on my face. The look of horror on his face, however, tells me that something's wrong, and I turn to see his little Sam standing in the doorway behind me, wearing nothing but his Dr Who briefs. "I heard a noise, I can't sleep," Sam whines, rubbing his little eyes with his tiny fists. "Fuck!" whispers my brother under his breath. He yanks up his pants and trousers and walks over to Sam. "It's OK, Sam, everything's just fine. You must be very sleepy, it's getting quite late now." We stare at each other, not quite knowing what to do, neither of us feeling comfortable talking about what we'd just been doing, what Sam might have seen. I too pull up my pants and trousers. I take the lead. "Look, it is getting late and I'm exhausted, let's just go to bed and sort things out in the morning." "Daddy, I'm scared, can I sleep with you tonight? It helps me sleep, you make me feel better." says Sam. Not wanting any fuss but a quick resolution, my brother agrees. "Can Uncle Greg stay with us too? It's not fair if he has to sleep on his own when we don't," Sam asks his Dad. "Er, but... well, you see Sam, that's not really... er" stutters his father. He stares at me, looking for support. I'm still hard as a rock, and a wank doesn't seem that enticing after the evening we've had so far. "Sam, that's a great idea," I tell him, "come on, let's get into bed and we can have a nice cuddle." My brother gives me a strange look; almost a dirty look like he hates me, yet at the same time a confused, pensive look. He scoops up Sam and lays him on one side of the bed, but Sam immediately scoots over to be in the centre. "Can I sleep in the middle, Daddy, then I've got both of you to look after me?" he questions. "Super idea!" I quickly agree. In no time at all, I'm down to my white cotton briefs and jump into bed alongside Sam. My brother, resigned to the situation, does the same, getting in the other side of the bed, so Sam is in the middle as he requested. He turns the lights off. "Good night, Daddy. Good night, Uncle Greg." It's been a long day, and despite my aching balls and my solid erection, I feel myself drifting away and quickly dozing. But then I'm awake. My dick is still rock hard, and it's feeling rather good. I realise this is because I've shifted somewhat in my sleep, and I'm up against Sam's back. It's very hot in the bed; all three of us are now very close to each other, with Sam and his Dad facing each other, and me lying on my right side, spooning Sam from behind. My arm is casually draped over Sam's stomach. I apply slight pressure with my hand: to pull Sam a little closer; to help me press up against him; to ensure he isn't disturbed. All I want is a little comfort. Again I start to drift. My hardness, through my soft cotton briefs, is pressing lightly against Sam's backside through his briefs. I hug him a little more, increasing the pressure between my cock and balls and Sam's arse; I feel my knob slip into the crack of his cheeks and I move my hips so as to slide it very gently up and down, up and down. My relatively large left hand starts to drift around Sam's tummy, round and round gently caressing his soft skin. The circle of exploration grows, and my hand slides up Sam's arm to his shoulder, across the base of his neck and down his chest, back to his velvety stomach. My nephew, what a lovely boy. Unintentionally, my hand grazes the waistband of my nephew's pants and I rub my finger along it, from one of his hips to the other. My hand freezes as his little body shifts slightly. To my surprise he presses back against me: his shoulders against my chest; his back against my stomach; more importantly, his bum against my crotch. I let out a quiet sigh, and my open hand naturally lowers to spread over the top of his thigh, and as far down his leg as I can reach. As my hand travels back up his leg, my fingers slide over his briefs, and detect his little hardon, poking up inside his cotton pants. My thumb and two fingers tweak his little knob, and Sam shifts again, but this time to push his hips forward slightly and press his dick against my fingers. I smile, push my cock against his bum, and squeeze my fingers a little tighter. I move my hand back up to his waistband and carefully slip the tips of my fingers inside his briefs. As my hand enters, I let it rest against his hip for a second. This feels so comfortable; I kiss Sam's head. I slide my hand back to caress his buttock (how soft it is). I stroke it, my hand still inside his pants, and my fingers slip up the crack between his buttocks, and my hand exits. I reach inside my own briefs and squeeze my cock hard, letting out a deep moan. Now I need some release: I fumble with my briefs and pull them down at the front to release my cock, trying to slip the waistband underneath my heavy balls. My hand moves round to pull the back of my briefs down, to release the pressure on my balls, allowing my legs to move apart slightly. Quite naturally, my cock slips into Sam's crack and the movement of my hips slides it up and down, until the lubrication from my knob enables it to slip between the top of his thighs. I reach round to press against the tops of his thighs, and pull him back so the whole of my cock can push between his legs. Sam lets out a moan, and it's at this point I realise that he's properly awake and enjoying this experience. I move my hand back up to his stomach and gently rub small circles again. I pull my hips back to release my cock and move my hand to the back of his pants to pull them down enough such that I can push my cock inside, and back between his thighs. The pressure of his waistband against the underside of my cock helps to press my cock even tighter against his smooth skin, and I make gentle thrusts in and out; I can feel my knob sliding underneath his little balls as I do so. My motions, and those of my nephew are not going unnoticed. As my hand moves back around and up Sam's thighs I feel the back of my hand graze against the fabric of my brother's underwear. He's not hard, not yet, but is clearly becoming aroused. I find my palm stroking Sam's dick whilst the back presses against my brother's; he presses against my hand and I feel his cock hardening. Before it becomes too difficult, I reach inside the front of his boxers, pull out his cock, and use my whole hand to give it a gentle, yet complete squeeze. I slide my hand down his length and my fingers reach inside his pants to grasp his enormous balls. His moan is long and deep-felt. His cock is still swelling and I pull it down to aim it at Sam's thighs. I push forward, my brother pushes forward and in an instant we are one; my cock still inside Sam's pants pushing between his thighs from behind; my brother's cock pushing through from the front, sliding along the underside of mine and increasing the pressure I have against the boy who is sandwiched between us, with the material of my nephew's pants adding extra friction in the process. As my hand explores our bodies, I notice that Sam's dick is now sliding up and down his father's stomach. I reach round to try and grasp my brother's buttock, to pull him in, and he follows my lead and pulls my hip towards him. I can feel the full hardness now of my brother's cock, and as we hump back and forth, his knob stabs slightly at my balls. It's all too much, and the supposed subtlety of the situation goes out of the window as the animal lust wins out. My humping becomes more frantic, more forceful, and my brother reciprocates. All three of us start moaning (albeit Sam's at a much higher pitch) and the movements become almost chaotic. Nevertheless, flesh is pressed against flesh against flesh; hardness slides against hardness against hardness. Humping, sliding, pressing, stabbing, moaning, sweating, squeezing, pulling. My brother screams out and his whole body stiffens as I feel his cum shooting repeatedly, completely soaking my balls and starting to dribble down my inner thigh. I move my hand back inside the front of Sam's little pants and press my palm against his dick and balls, pulling him tightly against me whilst at the same time pleasuring his tiny package. I thrust myself against him over and over, banging my hips against his backside, my dick tenting his briefs as it pokes out the front of his thighs. I start to shoot and let out an animal cry as I begin to fill his pants with my load; some of it soaking into his pants, some of it pooling back down against my length. As my body starts to relax I realise that Sam is squirming against my hand and pushing his bum back against me. Sam's Dad is in tune with the situation, now that he's beginning to recover, and he reaches inside the front of Sam's pants with his fingertips to tickle underneath his boy's balls. Sam's moans sound almost like crying as he gets close to his own orgasm; as his body fits between two large men. Suddenly, his head shoots back against my chest as his ecstasy begins to overcome him. His limbs stiffen, and I smile again as we have all achieved our much needed release. As our three bodies sink back into the bed and begin to naturally drift apart, I can still feel the huge amounts of cum oozing between my thighs, around my knob, along my cock, and amongst my balls. We're all sticky, sweaty and breathless, yet there is a warmth and energy in the bed that I've never experienced before. We sleep.