Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2011 16:50:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Richard Small <smaller43@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Afterparty - Chapter 2

Copyright 2011 Rick Small

This is a work of fiction.  If you are under 18 or otherwise legally
prohibited from reading this kind of writing, or if you are offended by
explicit sexual situations between consenting males, please leave now.  The
world of this story holds no dangers from disease.  We don't unfortunately
live in such a world in reality.  If you have sex with other people, please
play safely.  Now, read on and enjoy.

******

The Afterparty
Chapter 2

Chad and his uncles slept late Saturday morning.  When Chad felt Joe pull
out of his butt it was nearly time for lunch.  He wasn't enthusiastic about
getting out of their comfortable triple-play, but he really need to take a
leak, so he slid out of bed and followed Joe into the master bath,
scratching and yawning.  It took a couple of minutes to get his cock aimed
but when he let loose the relief brought a groan of satisfaction.  The two
of them pissed in amiable drowsiness before splashing water on their faces
and brushing teeth.

"Tim show any signs of waking up?" Joe finally asked, tapping his brush on
the sink and dropping it into his tumbler.  "Or is he still sawing logs?"

"Looks dead to the world," Chad answered, wringing out the face cloth and
hanging it up.  "But you'd know the symptoms better than I would.  You tell
me."

The two walked back into the bedroom and stood looking down at the
recumbent Tim, assessing the situation.  After a moment, Joe reached down
and pinched one of Tim's nipples, hard.  He had an evil grin on his face as
he did it, and Chad understood why in the split second it took for Tim to
bolt out of bed, cussing and bleary eyed, his feet tangled in the sheet.
"Son of a bitch!" Tim yelled, rolling to a crouch, fists up.

Joe laughed.  "We were afraid you might be dead," he joked, still grinning.
"Had to find out somehow.  Figured this was the best way."

"Fucker!" Tim grumbled, standing and kicking his feet free.  "I was having
the best dream.  Now I'll never find out whether Uncle Max really had ten
inches.  Shit!"

"The man's not dead," Joe said, chuckling.  "Why not ask him?"

"Or have him over for a pool party," Chad added.  He cocked one eyebrow at
his uncle.  "Seems to work pretty well, from what I've observed."

Tim's cock, which had deflated slightly, began to rise again.

"Looks like Tim thinks so, too," Joe said, reaching out and slapping it so
that it bounced against Tim's thigh.  "Hey, bro.  Go get rid of that thing.
I'm hungry.  You got fixings for breakfast here, or do we have to go out?"

"Nah, there's plenty in the kitchen.  Go on.  I'll be there in a couple of
minutes." Tim turned toward the bathroom.

Not bothering to dress, Joe and Chad headed toward the kitchen.  Breakfast
prep included a generous amount of physical contact, and by the time Tim
joined them and they sat down to eat, all three had raging hard-ons.

"I don't know about you guys," Chad said after the first hunger pangs had
been sated, "but I think I'm hornier today than I was yesterday.  I may
have to rub one out just to take some of the pressure off."  He took a bite
of his pancakes and chewed thoughtfully, his eyes crinkled at the corners.

"Shit, look around you," Tim said, pushing his chair back.  His cock waved
stiffly in front of his firm abs, with a drop of clear fluid poised at the
tip.  "You think you're the only one?"

"Yeah, look around you," Joe echoed, pushing back from the table.  His cock
stood proud, throbbing and deep red, over the dark forest of his pubes.
"I'd like to take care of this right now, too," he continued, "but I need
to do some stretching first.  I'm feeling creaky.  As soon as I finish
here, I'm going out to the pool."

"Sounds good," Chad agreed, lifting more bacon off the platter.  "Eat
first, stretch second, fuck third?"

"That could probably be arranged," Tim chuckled, pouring coffee.  "No fight
from me, anyway." He reached into his lap and stroked his dick
thoughtfully, bringing more precum to the tip.  Running his fingertip
across the piss slit, he gathered the liquid and brought it to his tongue.

"Looks like we might want to speed things up, though," Chad laughed,
tipping his mug back.  "Uncle Tim may beat us to the punch if we don't."

"Nope.  Can't.  We cooked, so he cleans up," Joe said.  He dropped his
napkin on the table and stood.  "Soon as I take care of some business, I'm
going out to the pool," he continued.  "Feel free to join me." He headed
for the master bedroom, cock swinging as he walked.

Chad carried his dishes to the sink and rinsed them, stacking things
carefully to one side, until he was interrupted by a hip-check from Tim.

"Go on, get out of here," he said, smacking his nephew on the ass.  "You
did your part, now I'll do mine.  Go enjoy the sun and fresh air.  And
don't worry about getting started before I arrive – there's enough of me
to go around." He made a shooing motion with his hands.  "Go on.  Go.  Go.
Get out.  Shoo."

"All right, all right," Chad laughed.  "I'm going.  We'll see you in a
bit." He headed for the door.

A couple of minutes later, he slipped through the privacy hedge and found
his uncle Joe going through a complicated series of stretches that seemed
at least partly based on yoga.  He watched for several minutes as the poses
became more complex, until Joe finally settled into a posture that made him
look like a grasshopper on the paving – his heels raised to support his
butt, his thighs and torso parallel to the ground, his elbows lowered to
create a second support point, hands on hips, and his head dropped back, he
was flexing his abs, slowly raising and lowering his groin as if fucking
the sky.  Chad stepped closer and then knelt next to the sweat-glazed
figure, watching as the full, thick cock speared upward, and then reaching
out to run a finger up the bottom of the shaft.

"You really want to see what happens next?" Joe asked, continuing to flex
upward.

"Yeah.  This is amazing, Uncle Joe.  I didn't know you were this strong."

"Wait.  Run your finger up my dick again," Joe said, still slowly torquing.
"Just lightly.  Don't try to push it out of the vertical.  Stop when I tell
you."

Chad licked his lips and let his finger tip slide up the rampant cock
again, slowly, being careful not to put too much pressure on the swollen
organ.  Once, twice, three times he traced the underseam of it, before Joe
said, "Okay.  Stop."

Chad leaned back, eyes still fixed on his uncle's midsection.  Joe flexed
once more and then flexed and held as a fountain of cum erupted out of his
cock, sailing two feet into the air and falling with an audible smack onto
his chest.  The first shot was followed by six more, all of them powerful,
raining cum down the length of his torso in ropes and globs.  And then he
was still, breathing deeply, the sun glancing off the silvery white liquid
collected on his body.

"Whoa! Dude! That was awesome!" Chad exclaimed, leaning forward.  He
inspected the accumulation of cum for a few seconds and then bent closer,
nibbling at the first shot, then the rest, carefully cleaning the sweet
slickness off Joe's fur with his lips and tongue.  "Damn!" he said when
he'd finally finished.  "No wonder Uncle Tim was making so much noise last
night."

Joe chuckled and began to lift out of the pose.  "Yeah, your uncle
definitely enjoys the results of my exercises," he said, sitting up and
letting his heels rotate outward Japanese style.  He settled into the easy
sitting posture and stretched his arms over his head.  "I'm about ready for
a swim," he continued.  He reached out and ran a finger along Chad's cheek.
"Hmm.  Looks like you missed some," he said.  He brought the thick white
liquid to his mouth and licked it carefully, grinning.  Then he leaned
forward, came up on the balls of his feet, and was in the water, knifing
under so smoothly he hardly made a ripple on the surface.

Chad was poised to follow him when Tim stepped through the hedge, carrying
a bright beach towel.  Tim's body glistened with oil, the sun glancing off
his fur in sparks and shards of light like tiny diamonds scattered across
his torso.  He grinned at his nephew and tossed the towel on a chaise
before stretching out on the padded lounge, his hands behind his head.

"Freedom!" he exclaimed, settling his heels on the corners of the pad.  His
cock and balls draped themselves loosely between his legs, soft and shiny.
"Sweet freedom! No more Claudia, no more kids, no more guests – just us
guys."

"Sounds like a declaration to me," Joe said, coming up to the edge of the
pool.  "You planning to hang a 'No gurls alowd' sign on the front gate?"

"Maybe I will," Tim answered, yawning.  "Or maybe I'll hang a sign that
says 'Warning – Beyond this point you may encounter nudity'.  That might
do the trick."

"Or it might encourage the wrong people to try to get in," Chad responded.
He dangled his legs into the water and leaned back, his pecs flexing.  "My
dad, for one.  I've always suspected he liked to perve on nude beaches.
Binoculars from the cliff, that sort of thing."

"Hm.  Now that you mention it," Joe said, "that would be totally in
character.  He always used to try to spy on us when we were dating in high
school."

"See?" Chad exclaimed, pulling his feet out of the water.  "I knew there
was something not quite straight there."

"Well, he's always been pretty straight, but in a curved sort of way," Tim
said.  He laid his arms on the rests of the chaise and let his head fall
back, closing his eyes.

"You gonna swim or are you just gonna sit there?" Joe asked Chad, splashing
him.

Chad laughed and rolled into the pool, then swam the length and back, arms
and legs flashing in the bright light.  When he reached Joe again, he
ducked him, leading to a playful water fight, the two of them wrestling and
diving, until Chad came up between Joe's legs, catching his uncle's balls
in his hand.

"Hey," Joe sputtered, laughing.  "Don't pull those too hard – they're
important!"

"Nah.  Just want to pull them hard enough to turn on the juice.  I never
did get that morning fuck you two promised me."  The young man jack knifed
back under the water, and swam away, hauling himself up on the opposite
side of the pool.

"I'll give you your morning fuck, young man," Joe laughed.  He launched
himself across the pool and came up onto the deck effortlessly, water
streaming down his body.  He reached down and fondled Chad's cock, stroking
it as it rose in the young guy's groin, and then knelt to wrap his lips
around it.

Chad groaned and thrust up, into his uncle's mouth, as the warm wetness
engulfed his dick.  Joe swallowed the cock, working his throat muscles
around it like a milker, the sweet precum beginning to flow.  At each slow
stroke downward, his nose buried itself between Chad's balls, the musky
perfume of the teen's groin rising to Joe's brain and running straight to
his own dick.  After a few minutes, he swung one leg over Chad's head and
positioned his tackle over his nephew's face, his own cock now hard and
beginning to leak.

Chad opened his eyes and then his mouth, taking first one ball and then the
other between his lips and licking them in their furry sac.  As Joe's cock
began to throb, the young man angled his head back and began to lick along
his uncle's perineum, running his tongue flat and hard against the cord of
muscles and nerves until he reached the target, then lapping around Joe's
butt bud, savoring the smell and taste of pure male that he found there.

Joe arched his back, bringing his ass squarely over Chad's moving tongue,
and then lowered himself so the young man could spear into him, his ass now
wet and loosening, until he began to flex his hole, opening and closing it
like a camera shutter while his nephew licked and probed.  He could feel
the kid's dick begin to surge in his mouth, and he pulled off, wrapping one
hand around the base and squeezing until the throbbing stopped, then
lowering his head again and beginning to lick around the base of the
swollen tube.

"Jesus!" Chad exclaimed, dropping his head back on the flagstones.  "Fuck,
Uncle Joe.  Don't do that! You got me so close!"

Joe chuckled against Chad's balls, sending warm breath in gusts across the
sensitive skin.  "Yeah, I did, didn't I?" he said.  He lifted his hips and
swiveled away from Chad's face, looking down at his nephew's heaving chest
as the kid tried to catch his breath.  "And I promised you a morning fuck,
too.  You want to go for that?"

"Hell, yes," Chad answered, his eyes sparkling.  He pulled his knees up to
his chest and wrapped his arms around them, exposing his hole.

"Not that way," Joe said, reaching down and stroking one small brown
nipple.  "Come over here." He stood and led the way to one of the loungers,
dropped the head rest, and lay back on it.

"Crawl up and pole in," he said, pulling his own knees up.  "You got me hot
and bothered, you loosened me up, don't waste the opportunity." He winked
at the buff teen and spread his knees wide.  "Oil it up and slide it in,
guy," he said, dropping one hand to his lips and then stroking saliva
across his own hole.

Chad didn't waste time.  He scrambled to his feet, grabbed a bottle of
suntan oil, and dribbled a good amount into his palm, before dropping the
bottle to the pool deck and kneeling up on the lounge.  He wrapped his hand
around his rod and swirled the lubricant around, then reached over and
dragged his greasy fingertips across Joe's winking hole.

Taking an ankle in each hand, he leaned forward, set the tip of his cock
against the furry brown pucker, let it rest there for a second, and began
to push, pressing the head on the center of the hole until it began to
slide in.  As the tight opening began to swallow his rod, he let out an
involuntary moan, the sound almost forced from him by the combination of
heat and slick tightness engulfing him.

Joe groaned at the same time, while the teenager's thick prod slid slowly
into him, stretching and filling his hole with what felt like raw power.
His hips bucked suddenly, surprising them both, and his ass swallowed
another two inches of cock.  Chad kept pressing until he could feel the
heavy heat of Joe's balls on the root of his cock.  "Aw, fuck," he moaned.
"Aw, man.  So much heat.  So tight."  He pulled back, sliding slowly until
the head of his dick caught on the muscular ring, and then slid forward
again until his pubes crinkled against Joe's perineal seam.  He reached
down and tweaked one of Joe's nipples gently, just rolling the tip between
his fingertips for a second and then lightly brushing his thumb across the
erect nubbin.  Joe bucked again, jamming down on Chad's cock and flexing
his ring around the base.  Chad moaned again.  Joe wrapped his legs around
Chad's waist, locking his ankles in the small of his back and pressing into
the dimples at the top of the kid's ass bubbles.

"That's right," Joe murmured, reaching up and stroking across Chad's pecs.
"Keep it slow.  Build it up.  Make it last."  He brushed the back of his
hand across one nipple, then slid it down toward the sculpted abs flexing
above his own belly.  As his hand reached the point where their two bodies
joined, he flattened it and began to stroke his own organ, flushed and
drooling precum in a thin stream.

Chad threw back his head and began to move faster, his balls swinging
against his uncle's ass until they began to pull up toward his cock, the
sac tightening as his moment approached.

Joe continued to stroke slowly on his own cock, running his fingers flat up
the underside and then lifting off and starting at the bottom again.  The
flow of precum thickened and began to take on a pearly sheen, and his
asshole began to tighten further on his nephew's battering ram.

Chad's hips were moving faster now, and he was breathing hard, his dick
jackhammering into Joe's butt, until he let out a gasp, spasmed, and
hunched forward, spewing liquid heat deep into Joe's gut as he spasmed
again and again.  On the third shot, Joe groaned and let loose, cum flying
to hit his chin and then falling in streaks across his chest.  He took a
deep breath and held it while a half-dozen more spews of white boiled up
out of his balls.  Chad was still twitching with aftershocks when Joe let
out his breath with an audible whoosh and relaxed, his knees falling open
wide and his feet sliding down the backs of his nephew's sturdy thighs.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed, putting his hands on Chad's shoulders and pushing him
gently up.  "Hoo, boy.  That's some fuck stick you've got there, guy.  You
ever settle down, you're gonna be making someone really happy with that
thing.  Hoo!"

Chad grinned and looked down at the evidence on Joe's chest.  "Guess I made
you happy, didn't I?" he said.  He leaned down and kissed his uncle on the
lips, locking them together for a moment before sitting back up.  "Mind if
I stay here for a bit?" he asked, bucking his hips slightly.

"No problem," Joe answered, winking.  "Stay there all afternoon if you
like.  I'm not gonna object."

There was a stir beside them, and Tim coughed.  "Great show, fellows," he
said with a grin.  "Better than on-line stuff."

"Gee, thanks, Uncle Tim," Chad laughed.  "Didn't realize we had an
audience.  I thought you were napping."

"I was.  Until you started making so much noise I couldn't sleep through
it."  He rolled off the lounger and stood up.  "Time for the pool," he
continued, strolling toward the edge.  He stood looking at the water for a
second, then jumped in feet first.

Joe watched his brother jump in and then snickered.  "Never could keep that
one out of water," he said, looking up at Chad.  "I'm surprised the pool
isn't twice as big.  Hey.  You hungry?"

"Yeah, now you mention it, I am."

"Let's get cleaned up and go over to Ye Snack Shoppe for burgers.  How does
that sound?"

"Sounds good to me." Chad took a deep breath and began to pull his
softening cock out of his uncle's hole.  About halfway out, he paused.
"We're gonna do this again later, right?" he asked, tipping his head to one
side.

"Why the hell not?" Joe responded, clamping his ass muscles down.  "What
makes you ask?"

"I keep thinking this is just, like, a one-time thing, is all," Chad said,
pulling the rest of the way out.  There was a soft sucking noise and then
Joe's sphincter began to close, whorling tighter until it presented its
original bud-like image.  Chad reached down and ran his middle fingertip
across it.  "But you sure do give great ass," he said, bringing his finger
up, over Joe's balls and then tracing the length of his cock.  "Really
great ass."

"Glad you enjoyed," Joe chuckled.  He swung one leg over Chad's head and
turned to sit up, smacking the kid on the back of the head.  "Better get
cleaned up," he advised.  "Ye Snack Shoppe is casual but it's not the place
to show up wearing FreshlyFucked perfume, if you get my drift." He crossed
the pool deck and dived in, surfacing halfway down the pool and stroking to
the far end where Tim lay basking in the shallows.  "Bro.  Don't take
another nap.  We're going out for food in a little bit.  You want to
shave?"

Chad stepped under the rinse-off shower for a couple of minutes, and the
three strolled back to the house, drying off in the bright sunlight of late
afternoon.

Later, over burgers in the ferny dining room of the bar/restaurant, Joe
looked up at Tim, who'd gone back to complaining about how expensive the
wedding had been.  "You need a roommate, bro," he said, cocking an eyebrow.
"And I think I know just the guy."

"Fuck if I do," Tim protested.  "I don't want some stranger moving in here,
disrupting my life, bringing in dates and shit.  I'll manage without the
help on the mortgage, I guess.  It's just that the bills are sitting there
in a pile, waiting for me to haul out the checkbook."

"Who said anything about a stranger?" Joe asked with a cheeky grin.  "How
about if I move in? Or Chad, here? Or both of us, come to think of it?  We
can pay you rent.  We all get along.  We're not going to be bringing in
skanky dates.  Hell, the way we 'get along', we may not even have to date."
He took a bite of his burger and chewed, watching Tim.

"I like that idea," Chad exclaimed.  "Like it a lot.  Of course, my dad
will have a stroke."

"Fuck him," Joe shrugged.  "Stroke's probably the best thing could happen,
actually.  Not that he'd learn anything from it.  Whaddya say, bro?" he
continued.  "Think about it."

"Hell, I like the sound of it, off hand," Tim said.  He reached for his
beer.  "Huh.  Why didn't I think of that?"

"Because I'm older and smarter than you are, dummy." Joe guffawed.  "Think
about it.  No hurry.  Just let me know by the end of the day.  Offer can't
stay open forever."

"You skinny little shit," Tim laughed.  "Yeah, I'll think about it.  Chad,
you think about it, too.  How'd you like to move into the guest room you're
in this weekend?"

"Damn.  I dunno," Chad answered carefully, reaching for a french fry.
"Guess I'll have to think about that.  Hard."

"You do that," Joe said, chuckling, "and think about whether you want
dessert, too.  I see our waitress coming."

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