Date: Wed, 5 Oct 2011 19:53:30 -0700 (PDT) From: Richard Small Subject: The Afterparty CHapter 17 Copyright Rick Small, 2011 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 17 "Actually, I think it's bedtime already," Tim said. "I'm bushed." He headed out to the porch and a minute later the sound of piss puddling on the ground came through the screen door. He came back looking relieved and headed for one of the bedrooms. "Anybody wants to join me, recovery takes about a half an hour," he said over his shoulder. Joe grinned. "You know what that means, guys," he said. "The bro's still randy. Think I'll take advantage of that." He got up and went out to piss, but came back quickly and followed his brother to bed. The rest of the family stayed where they were for a few minutes. Jake and Chad were yawning and soon drifted off to another one of the bedrooms, muttering their goodnights over their shoulders. Cam and Doug were watching Walt and Max as they began to make out again, and soon joined them, the four combined in a slowly moving sculpture of hard bodies and dripping cocks. The sexual temperature in the cabin hadn't dropped at all, with the sound of a hard fuck clearly coming from Joe and Tim's room. "Got some fine ass in this family," Walt said eventually, disentangling himself to take a break. He slapped Max on the butt and ambled to the icebox for a beer, his heavy dick pointing the way. "Who else is thirsty?" he asked, popping the cap. Max raised his hand, and Walt underhanded a bottle to him. Doug and Cam exchanged a glance, and Cam said, "I'm headed for bed, Uncle Max, Uncle Walt. Great playin' with you, but I've had it for the day." He moved toward a bedroom, and Doug followed, throwing a "G'night, guys" over his shoulder. The bedroom was pitch black, even with the window open, and it wasn't until Doug sat on the edge of the bed that he realized it was already occupied by Chad and Jake. He jumped up, startled, and was ready to bolt out the door, but Chad spoke before he could move more than a couple of steps. "Dude, don't mind us," he said. "I'm just plowing a furrow up Jake's back forty. Plenty of room here for a couple more bodies." Cam grabbed Doug by the shoulder and turned him back to the bed. "Sounds like fun," he said, propelling his brother forward. "Can we help?" "No objection here," Jake said. "Three loads is better than one sometimes. Or you can just fuck alongside. Whatever." Cam sat on the edge of the bed, felt around to make sure he had room, and lay down, pulling Doug with him. "C'mon, bro," he said. "You just laid a load up Dad's chute. Probably about time you got another one planted up yours. Unless you want to trade hummers, that is." "Got a better idea," Jake said. "I've got a hardon here that won't quit. Doug likes to suck, I love a good lip job, we can sixty-nine and if Cam still feels like fucking he can get at Doug's hole that way. Whaddya think?" Doug reached over, felt for Jake's pole, and grasped it. "Shit, you are hard," he said, twisting his palm around the stiff organ and pulling off slowly. "You close?" "Nah. Not so close that you won't get a good ride out of me," Jake said. The bed springs creaked. "Back down a bit, babe," he said. "Let's make some room for these guys. If Doug's gonna wrap his talent around my cock, the least I can do is wrap mine around his. And Cam needs room to fuck." The two inched lower on the bed, Cam sat up and Doug swung a knee over Jake's head. "I can't see for shit in here," Cam muttered. "Where's the lube?" "Reach over to your left," Jake said. "On top of the stand, I think." "Got it." He uncapped it and squeezed out a healthy glob, swiped some around his own pole, and spread the rest in Doug's crack, pressing it into the tight brown eye with a couple of strong fingers. He dropped the tube back on the table, and settled up to Doug's ass, which was now open and exposed as Doug had leaned forward and gobbled Jake's cock like a monkey takes a banana. Chad had slowed his fuck while Jake and Doug adjusted to each other's snacks, and Cam pressed forward slowly, first rubbing his swollen cockhead around Doug's bullseye, then pushing in till the thick crown of his piece popped through. "Son of a bitch," he yelled. "Shit, you're tight, bro! Fuck!" Doug let out a muffled "mmmph" but went right on eating Jake's dick as though he'd been on starvation rations for weeks. Jake was humming on Doug's piece, too, and Chad grinned at how easy the four-way had become. Cam kept pushing in, his cock feeling more and more steely with every thick inch Doug's ass took. Finally, he bottomed out, his pubes mashed against the light coat of fur around Doug's hole and his balls banging slowly against Doug's, just above Jake's nose. Max blew out most of the candles, picked up the last one and motioned to Walt. "C'mon, bud. Let's see what we can do to help Tim and Joe, shall we?" He headed for the noisier of the two bedrooms, where the tempo of the fucking seemed to be getting faster. Walt followed on his heels, his thick, dark cock standing straight out from his pubes, a drop of pre-cum poised at the tip. They found Joe on his back, his brother's rod pistoning into his chute at a fair pace and a look of pure pleasure on his face. Max paused to enjoy the sight, the candle casting a flickering light over the action. Joe turned his head and grinned. "Never have to worry about getting frustrated with Tim around," he joked. He reached behind his thighs and tickled Tim's balls as they swung against his ass cheeks. "And he loves sloppy seconds." "I'd never call your ass sloppy, though," Tim grunted, beginning to grind his hips in a half-twist on each stroke. "I'd call yours an educated ass with an advanced degree. Doesn't matter how much you've been fucked in the last twenty-four hours, or how recently, this hole seals tight." He pounded forward a couple of times and went on. "Of course, it's kind of nice to fuck into a recent load. And Doug sure does spend freely. There's a lot of high-class lube in here. Nice. Very nice." "Looks like we got here a little late," Walt laughed. He moved around the foot of the bed, running an exploratory finger up Tim's ass crack as he passed. "Tell you what," Joe said. "After Tim gets done, why don't you two follow him in? You want to warm it up a little In the meantime, I'm sure he wouldn't mind getting a taste of the coming attraction. You can move into the loge seat when he gives it up." Max set the candle down on the bedside table and picked up the lube. "Sounds just about dirty enough for me. What about you, bud? You want to keep your piece warm while we wait? Tim's ass, or mine?" "Haven't had Tim's ass lately," Walt said, "and you know variety's the spice of life." He reached for the lube and slathered some on his cock, then on Tim's flexing crack, before passing it back to Max. He grabbed Joe's hips, centered himself, and pushed in, the flare of his helmet shiny in the light before it popped through the muscle and lodged. Tim grunted softly. "Don't mind me," Walt said. "I'm just here for the coming attractions." He pushed farther, till he was about three-quarters sheathed, and Tim shifted position slightly so that he could fuck into Joe and onto Walt equally well. "Nice," he said softly. "Really nice." He turned to look at Max. "Uncle Max, you've been holding out on us," he accused jokingly. "What's the deal? We weren't good enough for ya?" He laughed. "Don't answer that," he said. "Been there, know how it feels, not a problem. But it's sure great to get a piece of it now. You're gonna have to slip me some serious dick tomorrow, Uncle Walt," he said, sliding back and forth between the two. "And I do mean on-my-back all-out slam-fucking. Like I'm about to give this brother of mine." "Will you stop talking and just fuck, fer chrissakes," Joe complained. "I got an itch up in there you're supposed to be scratching." Tim reached down and took hold of his brother's cock, running his fist up and down at a pace that matched his fuck. He was taking his time, enjoying teasing his brother, and getting off on his place in the sandwich Walt had built. Joe's ass was hot, tight, slimy with Doug's recent load, and Tim was really getting into it. Walt's long, hard piece hit him deep in the gut, tickling his nut and pushing him closer and closer to exploding. He picked up speed, screwing harder and faster as he got closer, and Walt moved tighter against his ass until there wasn't much separating the two. He wasn't quite fucking Joe through Tim, but it felt close to that. Max was watching from the side, his eyes narrowed in concentration, as Walt's butt cheeks began to clench more quickly. When it looked like Walt might be on the verge of shooting, he reached over and jammed his thumb between Walt's legs, pressed on the taint, and wrapped his hand around the big ballsac. "Whoa!" Walt groaned. "What's that for?" "I want to make sure your load gets into Joe," Max said matter of factly. "Haven't been the fourth entry in an ass like that in a while; I want it as full of spew as we can get it. Just hold off, all right?" "Whatever you say, bud," Walt said, pulling back slightly. As he did, the crown of his cock brushed against Tim's ring. That was the last stroke. Tim slammed forward and began to shoot, jerking spastically as he poured cum up his brother's chute. "Motherfuck!" he yelled. "Jeezussfuckinchristonacrutchsonofabitch! Shit! Fuck!" He fell forward, catching himself on his outstretched arms and breathing hard, his belly pounding against Joe's throbbing cock. At almost the same instant, Chad was letting go in the other bedroom. "Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah! Shit," he yelled, slamming into Jake's ass. Jake began to pour cum into Doug's throat and Doug hunched over his face, throbbing cream across Jake's expert tongue. Cam rammed into him, balls banging against Doug's, and let loose. "Fuck," he muttered. "Jeezuss fuck. Holy shit. Fuck." He fell forward across Doug's back, spent, his balls hanging against Doug's right above Jake's nose. "That good, huh?" Max chuckled. "Fuck, yeah," Tim managed to pant. He was chuckling softly. "Shit. Gaw dam you are one fine piece of ass," he said, straightening up. He pulled back, exiting with a long string of cum connecting his dick to Joe's hole, still chuckling. He reached down and snagged it with a fingertip, brought it up to his lips, and stepped out of the way. Walt saddled up, shoving his rod up Joe's butt before he had a chance to leak out any cum. "Gonna get it now," he crowed. "You got two minutes and then this baby's blowin'." He began to slam into Joe, putting plenty of English into every stroke, and in just a couple of minutes rammed and held, his balls twitching as he shot a half-dozen spoonsful of sugar into Joe's already loaded box. He leaned there for a moment, stroking Joe's piece, and then pulled out, his own cock followed by a thick strand of cum. He gathered it on a couple of fingertips and smeared it around Joe's hole before stepping back. "He's all yours, bud," he said, turning to Max. "Step right up." Max wasn't waiting for an invitation. He had a load of grease on his cock and was inserting before the last word was out of Walt's mouth. As the heft of his cockhead breached Joe's gate and he began to shove in his thick ten inches he and Joe moaned at the same moment. "Fuck, that's slick," Max said. "Jeezusschrist, you're what I've been waiting for," Joe said. He dropped his knees to the side, opening his whole midsection, and reached for his cock, wrapping one greasy fist around it while he cupped his balls with the other. "Gimme that dick," he muttered. "Slam that fucker in. I want ta feel it at the back of my throat. C'mon and fuck me, Uncle Max. Fuckin' fuck me hard." "You got nothin' to worry about, boy," Max said. He powerhoused his hips, slamming dick into Joe at top speed. Since he'd been edging for the past hour he was ready to spew. A dozen strokes later, he was spasming up Joe's chute, depositing another huge load of cream in his nephew's loaded gut. Feeling the wet heat of Max's load was all it took to shove Joe over the edge. He locked his heels behind Max's butt and bucked and twitched, shouted and moaned, and shot cum all over himself, Max, and the bed. When everybody had calmed down a bit and quiet had descended on the cabin, Max pulled out. He slapped Joe on the ass and said "Thanks for the great fuck, kid." "My pleasure," Joe grinned back. "Son of a bitch, that was great." "You boys want to stay here for the night?" Walt asked. "We'll just 'doseydo' along, then. Sleep tight." He stepped out of the room, followed by Max. As they moved back into the living room, Cam and Doug appeared from the other bedroom, sweaty and flushed. "You want that room there, or this one?" Max asked, pointing at the two remaining doors. "Whichever," Cam said. "Long as there's room to lie down and sleep." "We'll take this one, then," Walt said. "And we can 'allemand left' tomorrow. You kids sleep well." "Thanks, Uncle Walt," Cam said. He looked at his brother and grinned. "You too." He took Doug by the elbow and steered him toward the farthest bedroom. "C'mon, bro. Time to hit the sack." -##- Notes and comments may be emailed to me at smaller43@yahoo.com and I will cheerfully answer. Flames will be blithely ignored.