Date: Sat, 20 Aug 2011 23:19:37 -0700 (PDT) From: Richard Small Subject: The Afterparty Chapter 13 Copyright 2011 Rick Small This story depicts sexual activities between adult males. If you are not old enough in your jurisdiction to read material of this nature, or if it offends you, please leave. The characters are not based on real persons and the scenes described are solely the product of the author's fevered imagination. In the real world, there are risks involved in sexual encounters; always play safe. This story is copyright to the author; please be courteous and do not copy or re-post. The Afterparty Chapter 13 Tim laughed when he heard Jake's low whistle. "Yeah, he wasn't shittin' you. And don't forget the shrinkage." Max laughed, too. "That's 10% after a vigorous hot wash and cold water rinse. I don't know that I can claim shrinkage after a little swim, though. River's not that cold." "There's sure plenty to go around," Joe said. "You get many complaints?" "Not so far," Max answered. "Of course, I'm not exactly out cruising for 'em, either." Walt chuckled. "No, you keep pretty busy around the house. No time to go out looking for trouble." Max punched him on the shoulder. "No, I don't have to go out looking for it – it comes to me." He grabbed a towel off the rail and started blotting the river water. "Who's hungry? It must be about time to start thinking about food. Last time I was around teenagers, seems to me they were ready to eat six times a day, and eight on Sunday." There was a stir of interest, and Walt ran his eyes around the porch. "Looks like eight hungry males to me, Bud," he said. "I'll get the meat out of the cooler and we can get started." He turned and went into the cabin. The two set to prepping supper and it was clear they'd cooked together before. Neither wasted any motion in the kitchen, they didn't get in each other's way, and the area was nearly as clean when they set the food on the long table as it had been when they started. "You guys are like dancers over there," Joe said admiringly. "You cook together often?" "We're backdoor neighbors," Max answered. "No wives to interfere. We cook together a fair amount, yeah." "Backdoor neighbors?" Cam asked. "Yeah, we back up to each other in town," Walt said, letting his eyes slide toward Max. "Even cut a gate in the fence. So we could trade off. Keeps it interesting." Max chuckled and choked. "Yeah. Interesting," he said, when he'd recovered. He took a long swallow of his beer. Chad got up and took his plate to the sink. "That was an awesome meal, Uncle Max and Walt. Hey, shouldn't I call you 'Uncle' Walt? Seems more respectful, at least." "Uncle Walt is fine with me," Walt answered, twinkling. "Your Uncle Max and I've been backdoor buddies long enough, I just about qualify anyway." It was Joe's turn to choke and recover. "Is that how it is?" he asked after a moment. Max and Walt exchanged glances. "Yeah, that's how it is," Max replied. "Awesome!" Doug exclaimed, at the same time as Joe said "Cool!" "Cards on the table, boys," Max said, leaning back in his chair. "Walt and I've been lovers for years, ever since we were in 'Nam together." "And Joe and I have been lovers since we were about ten years old," Tim said, looking at his brother. "And Jake and I are boyfriends. Have been for a couple of years now," Chad said, reaching for Jake's hand. "The doofer and I play around, but we're not lovers," Cam said. "And we all play together," Joe said, concentrating on laying his knife and fork neatly on his plate. "You'll get no grief from us," Walt said, looking around the table. "More the merrier, we always say." He laughed. "Here I thought I was going to have to put a sock in Max's mouth tonight when I slip him some dick. You're in luck, Bud," he said, turning to Max. Joe looked up, relieved. "You two exclusive?" he asked. Max guffawed. "Hell, no," he said. "Then I want to play with Uncle Walt," Chad said. "Dibs on Uncle Max," Jake echoed. "But don't worry, we'll share," Chad said, seeing the stricken expressions on Doug's and Cam's faces. "Tell you what," Max said. "We've come up with a couple of games over the years that we can all play. But not till the dishes are done. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a dirty kitchen." A half-hour later, dusk had fallen and candles were flickering in their chimneys. Walt explained the rules for "Pin the Donkey". "Very simple, guys," he said. "We're going to draw straws for Donkey. He'll stand perfectly still, bent at the waist with his hands on his knees. Each player is blindfolded and spun around a couple of times, then he gets to try to get his cock up the Donkey's tail, handsfree. He has four minutes to find the Donkey. Once he makes contact, he has ten seconds to find the hole and get into it. If he succeeds, he gets to be the next Donkey. For playing order, we draw cards." "I have the straws," Max said. "Step right up, boys, take your place and take your chance." When Joe drew the short straw, Chad pretended to pout. "Don't worry, champ," Joe assured him as he worked a couple of fingers of lube up Joe's hole. "You'll get your turn, I'm sure." The others drew their cards and prepared to play, working their cocks up to hardons and bantering about the significance of using a red bandanna, the only one available, as blindfold. "Joke about it all you want, guys," Walt reminded them, "but remember this is a hands-off game. Now, turn up your cards. Who drew the seven?" "Oh, man, is this ever going to be a short game," Tim crowed, showing his seven. Walt quickly blindfolded him, and swiped some lube on his cock, then Max spun him around twice to the left and once to the right. "Go!" Max said, dropping his hands and stepping back. Tim stood for a moment in the middle of the room with his cock gleaming in the candle light, getting his bearings, then advanced toward an empty chair. Stubbing his toe on a chair leg, he stepped back and tried again. The rest of the guys were raucous in their advice. "Left, left," Cam yelled, grinning. "Don't listen to him, go right," Jake shouted. "Turn around, you're headed out the door," Chad boomed, suppressing a laugh. Four false starts later, Tim's cock grazed Joe's hip. "Hah!" he crowed, sliding his dick across Joe's butt cheek. He began to maneuver while the guys chanted the countdown. "Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Time!" they yelled. Tim had located Joe's cleft, but hadn't made contact with his hole. He stopped where he was and pulled off the bandanna. "Shee-it," he complained. "You'd think after all these years I could have bulls-eyed it." Joe turned his head and grinned at his brother. "Better luck next time," he teased, wiggling his ass. The last to play was Doug, who had drawn the ace, and who had no better luck than any of the others. "I'm disappointed in you boys," Max said, dropping the bandanna on the table next to the cards. "I thought you'd do better than that. We're going to have to play this some more, give you guys some practice. The fellows in town are usually much more successful than this." Walt laughed. "The boys haven't figured out how to cheat, like our friends in town have," he said. "Give 'em time. They'll get better at it." Jake got a beer and wandered over to the bookcase. Looking over the boxed games, he saw that there were a couple of unmarked boxes, smaller than commercial games packages. "Hey, Uncle Max," he called. "What are these?" He held them up. Max turned to look. "Oh, those are the adult games," he said, straight faced. "You might have to get parental permission to play those." "What – Pin the Donkey wasn't an adult game?" Jake asked, setting one of the boxes back on the shelf. He lifted the top of the other. Inside were slips of card stock with various words and phrases on them: "Doggy", and "Spit roast", "Sword fight", and so forth. His brows went up. "What the fuck?" he mumbled. "Seriously, Uncle Max," he asked, turning with the box in his hand, "what game is this, or is it a game?" Max stepped over and looked into the box. "Oh, that's a game, all right. We call it 'So You Want To Be a Porn Star'. No camera involved, though. Mostly, we play that on rainy nights." "Although it has been played on the back porch on certain holiday weekends," Walt added. "It's a great way to meld new acquaintances and old friends. Gets everyone into the spirit of the place real quick." "I think Pin the Donkey did a good job of getting everyone into the spirit, myself," Tim said, remembering the noise level and hilarity involved. "And then we have our own version of Scrabble, with double or treble scores for words from the gay lexicon. But that's just for four players. I'm thinking we should be in the middle of a poker tournament, myself," Max said. Cards were quickly dealt. Walt and Jake decided to watch, but their attention soon flagged and they wandered out onto the back porch. At a break in the game, Chad looked around and realized they were gone. "What happened to Uncle Walt and Jake?" he asked, turning back to the table. "Out on the porch," Max said, concentrating on his cards. "Probably sixty-nining. Walt tends to warm up new friends that way." Chad looked at him for a moment before smiling and turning to his own cards. "Maybe I'll go out and join them after this deal," he said. "Or bring them in so we can all play." "That sounds better to me," Joe said. "Walt would like that," Max said, pushing chips forward. "One thing he really enjoys is getting fucked while he sixty-nines with someone. Really pushes his buttons." "What are we waiting for, then?" Tim exclaimed. He dropped his cards on the table and stood up, his cock already thickening. He headed for the back door, with Chad at his heels. "You fellows are going to end up with splinters, going at it on that porch," Tim said, thrusting the screen door open. "Why don't you bring it in here and get comfortable on the rug?" "Mmph?" Jake mumbled around a mouthful of thick bronze cock. Walt pulled off Jake's dick long enough to say, "Well, now, that sounds better to me. What do you think, Jake? Soft and comfy or hard and dangerous?" "Well, if you put it that way," Jake said, backing off Walt's crotch. He gave the tackle in front of him a quick caress and stood up, grinning. "Just don't lose track of where we are." Walt stood and reached for Jake's throbbing dick. "Not a chance, big boy," he said, grinning. "Let's go inside." The two brushed past Tim and headed for the center of the large room, dropping to the floor as soon as they were clear of the furniture and resuming their positions, one dark as fresh coffee and the other fair, looking like a classic yin/yang symbol on their sides. They had barely had time to swallow each other's cocks again when Chad dropped to the floor behind Walt, lube clutched in his hand. "Uncle Max says you like to get fucked while you suck cock," he said. "You mind if I slip you some dick?" "Be my guest," Walt said, letting Jake's cock out of his mouth just long enough to form the words. He bent his upper leg at the knee, lifting it and opening his ass for access, and swallowed Jake to the root again. Jake took advantage of the wider opening to run his hand across the older man's taint and tug gently on the heavy balls while he continued to suck on Walt's thick appendage. After a minute or so, Jake followed Walt's lead, cocking one knee up for better backdoor access, and Joe dropped to the floor behind him. Chad quickly finished lubing up and passed the bottle to Joe, who poured a generous amount into his palm and slathered it onto his cock. Chad knelt, then lay down behind Walt and eased his cock toward the waiting ass. As the shiny, drooling tip made contact, Walt grunted, his hole twitching, then eased back slightly to encourage Chad's entry. The teen needed no urging. Taking the root of his shaft in hand, he guided it to the center of Walt's butt and pressed firmly, breaching the dark ring of muscle and sliding slowly in. As the heat and silky tightness wrapped his cock, he couldn't suppress a moan. "Aw, man," he mumbled. "Sweet ass, dude. Sweet ass." He continued to push forward until his pubes were mashed against Walt's small, hard butt, then paused a moment to savor the warmth of the rhythmically clenching muscles. Walt was driving his dick into Jake's throat when Jake felt Joe begin to spread lube around his hole. He held still while Joe prodded his ass ring with greased fingertips, then relaxed when he felt the broad head of Joe's cock pressing into him. Cam and Doug were just stretching out on one of the sofas for a little sixty-nine of their own when Tim looked over at Max with a gleam in his eye. Max's prod was standing tall, the heavy mushroom head taut and dark in the candle light. "You really have ten inches, Uncle Max?" Tim asked, pushing himself out of his chair. "As much as makes no difference," Max answered. "How about nine and seven-eights?" "That's as good as ten in my book," Tim said, moving toward Max's chair. "I'd like to check it for fit. My ass hole, your dick." "Could be a match made in heaven," Max chuckled. "Who's got the grease?" Joe raised his hand. "Over here, bro," he said, sliding the lube along the rug toward Tim. "Knock yourself out." "Nope. I want to be completely conscious when I take this one," Tim said, picking up the lube and smearing two fingers with it. He squatted slightly and ran the slickness up his crack and into his hole before handing it to Max. Max smeared a hefty dab of grease on his shaft and began working it around, swirling his hand up and down the stiff thickness slowly, pausing each time he reached the tip to roll his palm over it, and adding more lube after a few strokes. Tim was spellbound, his eyes fixed on the shining head of Max's cock as it appeared and disappeared, swallowing hard when the first pale drop of pre-cum formed in the piss slit, panting with anticipation. Finally, Max was satisfied that he was greased enough. "How do you want it, kid?" he asked, sliding forward in his chair. "Standing, sitting, doggy, cowboy, froggy, or what?" "Shit, Uncle Max. I want to watch it go in," Tim said. He licked his lips. "I want to feel every inch and see every inch slide home. Gotta be missionary." "Are you sure? That's the hardest," Max said, "especially if you haven't had this piece before. You're gonna feel like I'm rippin' you a new hole." "I'm ready for it, Uncle Max," Tim said. He dropped to the floor and rolled onto his back, knees wide and hole glistening. Max picked up a couple of cushions and dropped them on the floor next to Tim, then knelt and lifted Tim's butt, dragging the cushions into place under his spine. He reached down, took an ankle in each hand, raised them to his shoulders, and leaned forward until the broad head of his cock was poised at the tight pucker of Tim's ass. Max grinned at Tim and bent down farther, pushing Tim's knees almost to his ears. "Good thing you inherited your dad's butt," he said, pressing gently against Tim's hole. "Your mom came from some flat-assed folks. No cushion at all." He leaned farther forward. "And you're gonna need all the cushion you got in about one minute," he continued. He brought his face closer to Tim's before lip-locking him and pushing the head of his cock through the first ring. Tim's groan of surprise was muffled by Max's lips, while Max waited for him to adjust. After another minute or so, Max began pushing in, sliding inch after inch into Tim's gut. Tim let out another muffled yelp of surprise, this time a yelp of pleasure, as the wide head of Max's cock drove past his prostate and continued deeper, rearranging things to fit. Tim's cock began to throb and drool, pulsing between them and oozing precum in a steady stream as Max drove even deeper into him. As the thick prod breached Tim's second sphincter, he pulled back his head and moaned, and the stream of precum thickened. "Fuck, Uncle Max!" he muttered, his head rolling from side to side. "You're re-plumbing my insides?" "Something like that," Max answered, driving his hips steadily toward Tim's muscular ass cheeks. "We'll get there in a minute. Just hold on." He grinned again. "I'm not goin' anywhere," Tim said, looking down his torso at his uncle's cock as it slid into him. "Shove that fucker home. Aw, shit!" He broke off talking as Max pushed the last couple of inches up his chute. "That's it, boy," Max said, grinding his pubic patch against Tim's ass. "You've got the whole thing now. How're you doin'?" "Oh, I'm good," Tim said, taking a deep breath. "Really good." He exhaled. "Better than good. Way better. You're gonna turn me into a size queen." Joe looked up from where he was plowing Jake's ass. "Don't let him fool ya, Uncle Max," he said. "That one's been a size queen all his life. He just wouldn't admit it." "I have not," Tim pouted, flexing his thighs against Max's chest. "Bull," Joe said, laughing. "You haven't been putting out for me all these years because of my charm and good looks. You wanted my cock because it was the biggest you could find, besides your own. And if you could have figured out a way to fuck yourself, you'd have been happy." Max pulled back until he was stopped by the ridge of his dick head, paused for a second, and began to drive back into Tim's butt. He looked down at his nephew's drooling cock and chuckled. "How much bigger than this one are you, Joe?" he asked, turning to look at the foursome on the floor next to him. "There's a hair's breadth difference between us," Joe said, shoving his cock back into Jake. "Depending on the weather and who's on top." "Hm," Max responded. "So you're not a size queen." He began to move his hips faster, plowing deep and hard into Tim's gut as Tim writhed beneath him. "Except when you're a size queen." He chuckled. Tim began to whine quietly, his cock swelling and darkening as the slow stream of precum thickened and began to flow faster. Max plowed hard, slamming into his butt with ferocious concentration, his dick slamming across Tim's prostate on every stroke. Tim's voice began to rise from a whine to a wail as his cock swung back and forth across his belly, a thick stream of precum weaving into the thick fur. Suddenly, Tim chuckled two or three times and then broke out laughing as his cock spewed wad after heavy wad of cum up his torso. Jizz spattered his chest and neck, and a couple of the shots hit his chin, before the volume tamed. Max was pounding hard, jack hammering into Tim's gut with all his strength. As Tim floated on his high, his ass spasming, Max went into turbo and then froze for a second, jamming the first three shots of his own cum into the farthest reaches of Tim's insides before pulling back and slamming forward repeatedly as he fired a half-dozen more shots. Joe was grunting his own cum into Jake, Chad was jamming into Walt, and Walt and Jake were pouring cum down each other's throats, all at the same time. Chad looked up in time to see Doug and Cam hunching into each other's faces, as well, Cam humming around the root of Doug's cock while he held his brother's ass steady overhead. Max spasmed one more time and bent forward, letting Tim's ankles fall as he laid his chest against his nephew's cum-slicked pecs. All the men were breathing heavily, and Tim was still chuckling, his heels resting on the small of Max's back. Doug tumbled sideways onto the cushions of the sofa, Cam's mouth following him still wrapped around his cock, and the two lay there in companionable silence. Chad pumped a few final shots into Walt's ass and began to pull out slowly, sweat trickling down his side, as Joe did the same on the other side of Jake. Walt took a final lick on Jake's cock, swabbed his empty balls a couple of times, and pushed himself into a sitting position while Jake finished sucking the last few drops out of his dick. Finally, Max began pulling back, his heavy rod shiny in the flickering light as it lengthened before the ridge of his cock head popped free. He sat back on his heels. "Well," he said, looking around the room. "That was a nice break. But we have a poker game to finish. Walt, why don't you put a pot of coffee on. We gotta skin these boys while they're in a weakened condition, I think." "Good thought, Bud," Walt said, standing and heading for the kitchen. "Go ahead, shuffle and cut. I'll be there in a shake." -##- Notes and comments may be emailed to me at smaller43@yahoo.com and I will cheerfully answer. Flames will be ignored.