Date: Tue, 8 Nov 2011 21:37:49 -0800 (PST) From: Richard Small Subject: The Afterparty - Chapter 20 Copyright 2011 Rick Small This story depicts sexual activities between adult males. If you're not old enough or if it's offensive to you, please leave. The characters are not based on real persons and the scenes described are solely the product of the author's imagination. In the real world, there is risk in every sexual encounter; always play safe. This story is copyright to the author; please be courteous and do not copy or re-post. The Afterparty Chapter 20 When Doug had the tarp clean and spread in the sun, Joe handed him his sandals and told him he could go wash himself. He disappeared down the trail to the river. When he came back, he was looking slightly better, if not entirely cheerful. The sun reflected off his smooth-shaved skin and he'd shaken some order into his hair when he emerged from the river. Joe took in the sight, glanced at Max, and stepped off the porch. "Time for a talk," he said flatly. "Uncle Max, you want to come along?" Max nodded and joined them, and the three walked off toward the trees. Walt busied himself with re-washing and tenderly drying Johnny Dong, and putting the big dildo away. The others were occupied with beer and sex. Cam and Tim were sixty-nining on one of the sofas. Jake was plowing Chad's butt at a leisurely pace in the middle of the rug. When Walt finished with the dildo, he took a stance next to Chad's head and looked at Jake. "You wanna suck on this, or should I give it to Chad?" Jake grinned. "I'd love to suck on that stick, Uncle Walt," he said, "but I bet Chad would feel left out if you didn't teabag him while I was doing it. Think we can manage that?" "Not a problem for me," Walt grunted, straddling Chad's head and kneeling. He dragged his low-hangers across Chad's forehead and down the arch of his nose, letting them come to rest on the young man's lips. Chad extended his tongue and began to lick. Walt looked at Jake and smiled. "All yours, boy," he said. He leaned back slight and angled his cock up at Jake. "Can you reach it?" "Can I ever," Jake said, bending forward. He wrapped his lips around the thick, rosy head and began to suck, slowly engulfing the rigid cock as he picked up the pace on Chad's asshole. Soon, he was sucking and fucking at a fast clip, his hips piling into Chad's tight hole as he tried to suction the cum out of Walt's balls. Walt was oozing a steady stream of pre-cum, and Jake occasionally pulled back long enough to roll a tongue-load around in his mouth before sliding back down the caramel-colored treat. Tim began to chuckle, and then he was shooting his load down Cam's throat, humping into his nephew's face while sucking on the young guy's dick like it was the last popsicle of the year. To Cam, the chuckling was like Tim swallowing the head of his cock over and over again, and he quickly followed his uncle, pouring cum down his throat. The two sucked on each other for a few minutes, working to drain the last drops out of each other's balls, before they separated, laying their heads down on their thighs. Walt was enjoying the tongue-bath Chad was giving him, as well as the throat massage he was getting from Jake, when Jake speeded up to a near-frantic pace, pounding his cock into Chad's butt and deep-throating Walt. He reached his tipping point and slammed over the cliff, squirting heat into his lover a dozen times but staying locked on Walt's dick. He reached down as he began to cum and wrapped his hand around Chad's throbbing piece, rapidly stroked it to the explosion point, and then got his reward from both, as Walt began to spew down his throat and Chad geysered across his own stomach so hard that the cum hit underneath Jake's chin and stuck there, gradually sliding down to trail across Walt's balls and back into Chad's mouth. When everyone was licked clean and had caught their breath, Walt got up and headed for the cooler. "I need a beer after that," he said. "Damn, you boys know how to drain a man's balls!" Tim was still chuckling. "Nothing like enthusiasm, huh, Uncle Walt?" he said, shifting on the sofa. He sat up and looked around. "Hey, bring me a beer too, wouldja?" "I think we all need one," Chad said, getting up slowly. "Jake? Cam?" He walked over to the cooler and took four, dropped one into Jake's hand and delivered the others to Tim and Cam on the sofa. "And I think I want to go down to the river pretty soon," he said, looking around. "Who wants to swim?" There was general agreement on that, and they all pulled themselves together and headed out the back door. As they started down the path, Walt saw Joe and Max emerge from the woods with Doug between them. He cupped a hand around his mouth and yelled "Goin' in swimming!" and pointed toward the river. Max looked up and nodded, smiling. Joe, Max and Doug followed the rest of the group down to the river. They spent a couple of wet hours splashing in the shallows before returning to the cabin for naps and an early supper. By the time they reached the house again, everyone had made peace, and the rowdiness quotient was buzzing along at normal speed. When they all woke from naps in various parts of the house, Max and Walt whipped up a hearty supper and the rest of the guys fell on the food as though they hadn't eaten in a week. Walt watched them eating for a while and then shook his head. "I swear if I didn't know better, I'd think you all had been starvin' in the wilderness," he said, clearing the pots from the stove. "I can eat, but not like you boys." He shook his head again. "Just don't forget, you got rotation for K.P. Max and I like to cook, but for a crowd like this we don't like to clean up." After the meal had been devoured and the dishes were clean, a game of gin started at the table. Joe and Jake were trading blow jobs while Chad ate out Jake's ass. Pretty soon, Chad was slipping Jake some dick from behind while Joe blew him, paying special attention to tickling his balls while he licked and sucked at Jake's long, slightly curved cock. Doug glanced over from time to time, and when it looked like Jake was starting to tense up, he slipped out of his seat and ambled over to where the three guys were working each other. "Mind if I join you?" he asked carefully. His dad looked up, took his mouth off Jake's cock for a second to say, "Come on ahead, son," and went back to working the stiff pole. Doug dropped to his knees, then leaned forward and began to chow down on his dad's dick, paying particular attention to the ridge around the helmet as he slid lips and tongue onto the rod. Joe spread his knees wider to give Doug better access, and continued his sword swallowing act on Jake, while Chad slowed his pace, dropping to a leisurely sawing in and out of his lover's hard butt. He had a finger on each of Jake's nipples and was teasing them gently. Every third or fourth stroke into his ass, he would pause for a second to put a little twist into it before pulling back. Jake was tightening up, his breath getting ragged, and Joe began to hum on his cock. That took care of it. In a spectacular display of cream and fireworks, Jake began to shoot, jamming his hips forward and banging his pubes against Joe's nose. Joe reacted by locking down on Jake's dick and beginning to blow, himself. With Jake's ass spasming around the root of his cock, Chad started pouring his own white heat into his boyfriend. Doug groaned and began fisting his own cock, but only got about four strokes in when he started to cum, the sticky cream spilling over his fingers and dripping onto the smooth-shaved root of his cock and down onto his bag while he continued to drain his dad's overheated balls. "I'm out," Max declared, throwing his cards onto the table. "And I want a smoke." He went to the humidor on the mantel and pulled out a cigar, lit it with a fireplace match, and lazed out the back door, exhaling and scratching. Walt followed a couple of seconds later, and Tim and Cam were left to count cards and argue briefly over who won and by how much, since the scoring had been casual, to put it gently. They soon tired of that and followed Max and Walt outside, leaving the four fireworks experts to clean themselves up. When they finally had the last drop of cum licked up and swallowed and went outside to watch evening fall, they found Tim looking blissed out, sitting on Max's lap riding his dick as he rocked slowly at one end of the porch, and Walt throwing Cam a slow fuck over the arm of the settee next to Max's chair. -##- Notes and comments may be emailed to me at smaller43@yahoo.com and I will cheerfully answer. Flames will be blithely ignored.