Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2011 13:35:15 -0700 (PDT) From: Richard Small Subject: The Afterparty - Chapter 3 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 you are offended by such stories, please leave. The characters are not based on real persons and the scenes described are 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 3 Returning from the restaurant, the three men decided to relax in front of the television. They could watch the end of the game, and then there would be the usual Saturday night programs. Tim rustled up beers and they settled into the den, sprawling on the man-size furniture. At the second commercial break, Tim eyeballed their bottles and brought in reinforcements. None of them spoke much, feeling lazy and content. When the game finished, Joe stood and stretched. "Gotta piss," he said, heading toward the half-bath. He came back a few minutes later barefoot and bare chested, scratching his furry torso. "Much better," he sighed. "Much, much better." He sat down and draped one arm across the back of his chair, his pit releasing the masculine scent Chad found so intoxicating. "Jeez, Uncle Joe," the young guy protested. "Have a heart. You're gonna get me all horny again." "I don't have a problem with that," Joe said, winking at Tim. "Do you, bro?" "Nope. No problem that I can see." Tim leaned forward and pulled off his tee shirt, exposing his own furry torso and pits before settling back. Chad cleared his throat and pulled his legs up to sit crosslegged, the fabric of his boardies drawn tight against his groin. Tim chuckled and began flicking through the channels, looking for comedy. They settled on "Sabado Sabado", which was comedy enough, even though none of them spoke much Spanish. As the show progressed, Chad absentmindedly rubbed his groin, which showed the beginnings of a hardon. He shifted uncomfortably, his hand still moving idly on the heavy lump between his legs. Tim eventually tired of the noise level and hilarity of the show and began surfing again. While he was flicking the changer, Chad felt a vibration in his pocket and realized it was his cell phone. He extended his leg and dug into the pocket to pull it out. Flipping it open, he quickly buttoned on. "Hey," he said, grinning. "What's up? -- At my uncle's. -- Yeah. -- Just chillin' with the tv. -- Yeah, me too. -- Sure, I'll ask." He held the phone away from his mouth. "Hey, Uncle Tim, would it be cool if my bf came over and hung out?" Tim glanced at Joe, who grinned, so he turned back to Chad and said, "Sure. The more the merrier." "Awesome! Thanks! -- Dude, you heard? C'mon over." He gave the address and listened for a moment. " 'Kay," he said. "See you." He snapped the phone shut. "So," Tim said. "Your bf? As in boyfriend?" "Well, yeah," Chad answered. "We've been seeing each other for a while now. You'll like him. He's a lot of fun." "And your dad?" "Totally flipped when I came out. When I introduced Jake, he was still kind of stunned, I guess. Never said anything after that first shitstorm, anyway. And it's not like he won't have grandchildren – Kyle's gonna take care of that, now that he's graduated college." He shrugged off his older brother with a derisive snort. "Randy like you, is he?" Joe queried. "Oh, yeah. Taught me everything I know about sucking cock, too. Never would go down on me, but he sure liked it when I swallowed his prong." "He take your cherry?" Tim asked. "Nah. Never asked, and I wouldn't have given it to him if he did. Saved it for the boyfriend." Tim and Joe exchanged looks, then turned back to the tv. Twenty minutes or so later, they heard the rumble of an engine from the street. Chad's face lit up. "That's Jake's truck," he said. Tim got up and went to the front door. Before Jake could press the bell, Tim opened the door. "You must be Jake?" he asked. He ran his eyes up the rangy blond's body, noting the heavily furred legs, the flat muscles of his belly, the thick fall of gold fur that spread out the neckline of his tank top, the equally thick furscape of his pits, and the sandy blond buzz cut. He smiled and put out his hand. "Tim Beck. C'mon in. We're in the den." "Uh, how do you do, Mr. Beck," Jake stammered, quickly checking Tim's muscular frame before looking back at his face. "Thanks for having me." "Glad to meet you," Tim answered, pulling the young man inside and closing the door. "It's just me and Chad, and my brother Joe tonight. Make yourself at home. Ditch the tank if you like. Shorts, too, for that matter. Might as well drop the 'Mr.' while you're at it – 'Uncle Tim' will do fine, since you're so tight with Chad. We're not formal." "Not if you're ditching the shorts, I guess," Jake laughed. He followed Tim into the den, was introduced to Joe, and gave Chad a hug and a quick kiss before sitting down next to him. "You want a beer with us?" Tim asked. He headed for the kitchen, returning shortly with refills. "Dude," Chad said, punching Jake's shoulder. "Missed ya." "Yeah, me too," Jake said, leaning into Chad's shoulder for a moment. "The units are out of town this weekend. House got way quiet. So, how'd the wedding go?" "Pretty much like any wedding where the bride's mother's a walking ad for messy divorce and the bride's a dumb snot princess," Chad laughed. " 'Course, Uncle Tim might say something different, but that's what I saw. She dragged an eight-foot train across the lawn and then complained that blades of grass got on it and ruined it. She had murder in her eye when she came back down the aisle. She pitched a screaming fit before the reception about the damn lawn and her gown. And Aunt Claudia backed her up. Egged her on, even. Guy she married just stood there looking like he'd been poleaxed." Tim threw his head back and laughed. "You got it pretty close, guy," he said. "Yeah, got to agree with that," Joe added. "I pity Marcie's new husband. Poor sucker doesn't stand a chance." The four men settled down and watched tv for another hour or so, Jake and Chad together at one end of the couch, Tim at the other end, Joe sprawled in his easy chair. Eventually, hunger began to make itself known, and Tim finally announced he was ordering pizza. "Three large do it?" he asked. "Anybody hate anchovies?" When the eating slowed and Tim had boxed up the few remains of pizza and put them in the fridge, he stuck his head back into the den. "I'm heading for the pool." Joe grinned and stretched. "Damn, that sounds good," he said. "In a half-hour or so. Not right now." "Just about the time the methane production begins to peak?" Tim laughed. "Preserve our precious resources," Joe shot back. "Hydrocrack those pizza fields and extract every bit of natural gas we can get." Jake fell out laughing. "Shit, dude," he finally choked out. "Your uncles are hilarious." "Nah, not tonight. You should've seen them after a couple of glasses of champagne, though. Crazy men." "I'll come out with you anyway, bro," Joe said, standing. "Get some air." As the two older men ambled toward the back of the house, Tim threw a companionable arm over Joe's shoulders. "They seem like nice guys," Jake said after they had disappeared. "Hunky, too. You're built kinda like your uncle Tim – I can see a family resemblance." "You think?" Chad said, rubbing his cheek against Jake's shoulder, stubble against the firm muscle. "Oh, yeah. Definite. And you walk just like him, too – not quite bowlegged but swaggerin'. I'd do him, for sure. You're cuter," he hastened to add, "but I'd do him in a minute." "Good thing you put in that last," Chad laughed. "You could've found yourself cut off and blueballed." "It's true," Jake murmured, ruffling Chad's dark curls. "You are cuter, and you're my guy." "Well, your guy's tired of the screen, too, just like his uncles," Chad said, sitting up. "You want to swim?" "No suit. Didn't even think of it," Jake said regretfully. "Dude. Who said anything about a suit? I'm goin' out to the pool. C'mon." Chad stood and grabbed the furry blond's hand, pulling him off the couch, and led the way down the hall toward the guest room. As soon as they got inside the door, he popped the button on his shorts and let them drop to the floor, stepping out of his go-aheads and the shorts at the same time. Jake sucked in his breath, amazed as always at how his sexy boyfriend could make him spring a bone without even trying. "I thought your uncle was joking when he said I could ditch the shorts," he protested, pulling off his tank top. He laid the shirt across the back of the chair and stepped out of his runners. "Uncle Tim already told you that?" Chad exclaimed. "Well, yeah. He said you guys aren't formal, and I could ditch the shirt, even the shorts if I wanted. I thought he was messin' with me." "Nope. Not messin'. Half the time we're all wearin' our skins. No biggie." "What if I spring a hard?" Jake asked, kicking off his sandals and unzipping his shorts. He popped the snap and let them drop, bending to pick them up and lay them on the chair. Chad reached out and ran his hands slowly up his firm butt, trailing a finger through the dense fur of the cleft and pausing to press lightly on the tight brown whorl in the center. Jake shivered and sucked in his breath, straightening up quickly. "Like they've never seen one before?" Chad said, laughing. "They might want to help you with it." "No lie?" "No lie. You'll see." He gave Jake a smack on the ass and laughed again. "C'mon, babe," he said, and led the way to the garden. The pool area was dark when they stepped through the hedge. They could barely make out the two heads bobbing in the water. Chad paused for a moment as they reached the deep end, then jumped in feet-first. Jake waited for him to come up, then jumped in too, finding the water warm but refreshing, the silky rush on his cock and low hanging balls a surprise. "Whoa," he exclaimed, surfacing and shaking the water out of his ears. "Bitchin'!" Chad swam over and wrapped his arms around his waist, planting a firm kiss. He pulled his body against Jake's and began to slide slowly back and forth, rubbing his cock against his boyfriend's swelling pole, and backing him toward the wall of the pool. "Dude," Jake gasped. "You're gonna get me hard, you keep that up." "That's sorta the point," Chad murmured, leaning forward to nip at Jake's earlobe. He pulled himself tighter against the dense, wet fur of Jake's torso. " 'Cuz you feel so good. Might wanta eat you up." "Shit. Not here?" Jake moaned. "Why not?" "Your uncles . . ." "Fuck. They've seen it all," Chad answered, nibbling at the side of Jake's neck. "Maybe done it all, too." He slid his hands down Jake's side to cup the firm rounds of his ass, pulling their bodies tighter, then lifted slightly to let Jake's cock slide between his legs. "Ohhh, god," Jake moaned. "Don't do that. I can't . . ." "Yeah, you can," Chad answered, running one hand up Jake's torso to brush across a hardening nipple. "You really can." The two heard splashing that seemed to get closer, and Jake opened his eyes to see Joe treading water just behind Chad, grinning in the moonlight. "Everything under control here?" he asked quietly. "Absolutely, Uncle Joe," Chad responded, brushing Jake's nipple again. "Just boning my boy. Nothing to see here. No probs." Joe moved closer, dropping a hand on Chad's shoulder before reaching down to run his fingers up the inside of his nephew's thigh. When he collided with Jake's rod he wrapped his hand around it and gave a gentle tug, bringing another groan from Jake's throat. "Sweet jeez, Uncle Joe," the wiry teenager exhaled. "You're gonna make me mess up the pool in a minute." "Well, then you'd better haul out, don't you think?" Joe said, stroking slowly. "We wouldn't want you to feel embarrassed on your first visit. Let me help." He vaulted onto the pool deck, reaching down and grasping Jake firmly under the arms, and pulling him out of the water effortlessly. As he emerged, the length and hardness of Jake's cock became visible in the dim light. It caught under Chad's chin, then snapped upright and stood proudly throbbing a good eight inches above the thick growth of dark blond pubes surrounding it. Joe grinned wolfishly and clapped the young guy on the back. "Nothing to be ashamed of there, young man," he reassured. "Looks pretty healthy to me. Tasty, too. Chad, you going to chow down on this?" Chad looked up and smiled. "Well, that was the idea, but you go ahead, Uncle Joe. Show him what you can do." He ran his hands up the insides of Jake's thighs till he reached the heavy balls, then cupped them in one palm while running the other hand back down. Jake wavered and fell backward, humping into the warm hand, his hard dick slapping against the tight muscles of his belly. Joe lowered his head and flicked the head of Jake's cock with his tongue at the same time that Jake threw one arm over his eyes. Jake's hips bounced off the pool deck, and his arm slid onto the flagstone behind his head. "Ohhh, shit," he breathed. Joe flicked the swollen cockhead again, then wrapped his lips around it and began to suck it into his mouth, slowly engulfing it, running his tongue around the rim as he took more in, until the cock was firmly lodged at the entrance to his throat. Jake lifted his feet until they rested on the rounded edge of the overflow channel, his knees wide, and began to thrust into Joe's mouth. Chad tightened his grip on the heavily furred balls as Joe placed his hand firmly on Jake's flat abs, holding him down. He stroked the root of the young guy's cock with a fingertip, explored the thick pubes, but kept him firmly in place as he continued to suck slowly on the increasingly swollen dick. Chad was stroking Jake's taint, running a single fingertip up and down between the hinge of his ball sac and the thick band of curly hair surrounding his butt hole, occasionally pressing the finger against the clenching muscle, then stroking the skin of the sac lightly, bringing it up in goose bumps. The sac tightened and Jake's balls began to rise toward his groin, until they were lodged against the root of his cock. Joe put his other hand on Jake's chest and began toying with the heavy fur, stroking and teasing, tweaking small tufts, and finally running his palm across Jake's left nipple. Jake groaned again. "God, so close. So fuckin' close!" Chad looked up at his uncle and grinned. Putting two fingers of his free hand into his mouth, he coated them as thickly as he could with saliva and brought them down between Jake's legs, pressing firmly against his bud. Joe grinned his wolfish grin again, and stroked across Jake's nipple once, twice, and Jake began to writhe and spasm. On cue, Chad began to push his fingers up into Jake's guts, slowly but steadily, until he felt the pleasure nut and pressed firmly. "FUCK!" Jake yelled, trying to hump his hips upward but held down firmly by Joe. "Son of a bitch!" Joe tightened his lips around the raging pole and swallowed it to the pubes, working his throat muscles around the head and his lips around the base. One more shout of "FUCK!" and Jake erupted, a huge bolt of cum shooting out of his cock and down Joe's throat. Joe pulled back just enough to taste the young fellow's load, continuing to work his lips around the bursting cock and his hand on the hard nipple. Jake shot again . . . and again, over and over, before his body went slack. He lay there gasping, while Joe sucked on his slowly deflating tool, cleaning off the leftover cum. As he began to breathe more normally, he brought his hand down on Joe's back, stroking it a couple of times before bringing the hand back to his own chest. His feet slipped off the overflow coping, dropping back into the warm pool. Chad slowly withdrew his fingers from his hole and ran a fingertip one last time down his ball sac before hauling up onto the deck, leaning over, and dropping a kiss on his boyfriend's forehead. "Did I tell you the uncles were cool?" he said, rubbing Jake's head. "Mmmm," Jake crooned, turning his head to look first at Joe and then at Chad. Their faces were dim in the moonlight, but he could just about make out the wink they exchanged. He chuckled softly. "Whoa," he said at last. "You sure do know how to make a guy feel welcome." "We always want guests to have a good time," Joe said. He ran his fingers through the thick pubes one last time and then sat up. "But especially if they're dating our favorite nephew." Jake lay there for a few more minutes, getting himself together, before he pulled himself upright. "But, what about Chad?" he asked. "You didn't get off, babe." "No, but I think I will in a minute," Chad said. "With a little help from my friends." He nudged Joe's shoulder. "You save any of that cream for me, Uncle Joe?" he asked. "Might be a little bit left," Joe said. He sat back on his heels and looked at Chad over Jake's head. "Why? You have an idea about how to use it?" "Well, duh," Chad exclaimed. He leaned back on the flagstone, lifted his heels, and pointed at his ass. "You could lube this up," he pointed out. He ran a finger across the tight hole. "And then you could pound shit out of me till we both shot our loads. How does that sound?" "I'm more than game, if it won't bother Jake." "Bother me? Hell, no," Jake said. He sat all the way up and pulled his legs out of the pool. "That'd be hot, watching you two fuck." "Not a problem?" "Chad's never signed title on his bod over to me," Jake said. "I love him like a brother, and like a lover, but no way have we made some deal that we're exclusive. Just selective." "That right, Chad?" "That's right. And the same back to Jake. I love him like a brother, and like a lover, but we're not ready for exclusive. Maybe never will be. Right now, selective's good." "Then let's get your ass over to that lounge," Joe said, standing and pulling Chad up with him. His rod was full and standing straight out from his groin, a drop of honey already forming at the tip. Chad wasted no time crawling onto the lounge and lying back, his feet braced on the arm rests. He reached down and stroked his cock, eyes gleaming, as he watched Joe get ready. Joe didn't waste any time, either. He knelt up on the end of the lounge and leaned forward to swipe his tongue across Chad's hole, slow flat-tongued lappings that spread spit over the crinkled ring and the dark hair around it until the hairs lay flat and the ring was twitching. He took his own cock in hand, spat on it, and pressed the head against his nephew's butt, letting the precum ooze into the tiny hole and then sliding his dick around to spread the slickness. After a couple of minutes, Chad lifted his head and said, "C'mon, Uncle Joe. Push that fucker in. I've had Uncle Tim's. Now I want yours." "You haven't asked nicely yet," Joe teased. "Boys who want to get fucked have to ask nicely." He looked over at Jake and winked broadly. "Please, Uncle Joe," Chad whined half-seriously, "please would you be so kind as to sweetly fuck your nephew? I want it soooo bad, Uncle Joe. Pleeeease put your beautiful thick pole in me and fill my ass with your hot jizz. Pleeeease, Uncle Joe?" "That's better," Joe said, repressing a chuckle. "That's the kind of polite request I expect from a bad boy like you." He pressed forward and popped the head of his cock into the tight ring. Adjusting his knees, he pressed forward again, driving his cock deep into Chad's gut. As he reached maximum depth, Chad sighed and his eyelids fluttered. "Oh, god, that's good," he said, taking a deep breath. He lifted his feet off the armrests and set his heels on Joe's back, pressing him forward. "More. I want more." "And you're going to get it," Joe assured him. He began to stroke slowly, pulling back until just the head of his cock was trapped inside, then pushing forward again until it was buried to the root, his furry balls swinging against Chad's butt cheeks. Every few strokes, he leaned over and dropped a little more spit onto his rod, then pushed it into Chad's hole, till each stroke squished to match the slap of his thighs against Chad's. Tim came nearer to watch, his cock hard and thick, standing straight up and beginning to leak. He stood for a minute and then looked over at Jake, who was hard again, too. "You want some help with that?" he asked, nudging Jake's shoulder. Without waiting for an answer, he stepped behind the blond, spat into his hand, and wrapped his fingers around Jake's dick, stroking slow and firm. He pressed his hairy chest against the young guy's back, his own cock riding up and down Jake's butt crack, the precum slicking the cleft and collecting around the brown eye at the center. Soon, Joe began to speed his thrusts into Chad, and Tim bent his knees slightly, bringing the head of his dick into position at Jake's entrance. Easing up carefully, Tim slid his cock into Jake's ass hole, letting the heat and moisture build around his organ, and then starting a slow hunching rhythm, pushing up and dropping back, lifting Jake slightly onto the balls of his feet each time the root of his dick hit the muscular butt cheeks, and matching the fuck with his strokes. Jake arched his back to open his ass further, and then groaned again and let his head fall back onto Tim's shoulder. "Feel good, guy?" Tim whispered, pressing up and stroking firmly. "Feel like you might want to cum again?" "Oh, yeah," Jake breathed. "Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. God, yeah." Joe's thrusts began to get faster and harder, and Tim followed, speeding the pace of his fuck until he was pounding into Jake's hole while Joe pounded Chad's. Chad was moaning and whining, a sort of muffled yelp on each stroke, and Joe reached down to start stroking Chad's prod. Milking firmly, he pounded harder into the tight hole under him, watching Chad's balls pull up in their sac. Chad was lifting his ass to meet every stroke, maximizing the force every time Joe fucked into him. Jake was muttering nonsense, his dick harder and thicker than it had been a half-hour earlier when Joe sucked him off. All of a sudden, he went rigid, his whole body straining as Tim pounded into him, and then began to shoot, cum raining across Chad's body, splashing Joe's battering ram, flying in ropes across Chad's face, his ass clamping down. Tim came spectacularly, grunting and urgent, jizz exploding deep into the teen's body, shooting cum around Jake's inner nut and filling his ass till it began to run out again, dripping into Tim's pubes and down his balls. And finally Joe came with a muffled yell, jamming his cock into Chad's butt hole and holding it there while Chad spasmed and shot cum all over himself, from his hair down to his pubes, in heavy ropes and globs that shone silver in the pale light. The four remained still for several minutes, breathing hard and occasionally twitching with reflexive jerks as their bodies came down from the fuck high. After a while, Joe pulled out of Chad's ass, his cock making a soft "plop" as it exited, and sat back on his heels. At the same time, Tim braced against Jake's shoulders and let his hips drop, his dick sliding slowly out of the blond's butt and releasing a trickle of cum that ran down the inside of Jake's leg. Tim reached down and scooped it with the side of his hand, then brought to his mouth and licked it off. He wrapped an arm around Jake's chest and hugged him tightly, bringing his mouth to the kid's ear. "Awesome fuck, man," he whispered. "Thanks." "You, too," Jake grunted in response. He brought his head up, looking over at Chad. "Dude, you're a disaster," he said, stepping over to the lounge. He knelt and studied Chad's sperm-spattered body for a second, and then began licking the cum out of his fur, nibbling at the larger globs and slicking the ropes up with his tongue, until his boyfriend was more or less clean. When he had as much of the cum cleaned off Chad as he could see, he brought his mouth to Chad's and traded spit with him for a minute before standing up. "I am whipped," he said, looking at the two uncles and then down at Chad. "I think I need to get to bed." Chad sat up. "Let's get showered, then, and crawl in." "You mean, as in stay over?" Jake asked. "Yeah. Why not?" Chad answered. "Uh, well, I was thinking we were just gonna hang tonight. I don't have . . ." "There's a spare toothbrush in the guest bath," Chad assured him. "Anything else you can borrow from me – it's not like it'd be the first time." "And tomorrow's Sunday," Tim pointed out. "Or today is. It must be past midnight." "C'mon. Let's go in," Chad said. He stood up and took Jake's hand. "We can fight over the crossword puzzle tomorrow morning, like we always do. Sleep now, Sunday paper later." He led the way into the house, Jake right behind him and his uncles on their heels. After Tim had punched the pool cover control and locked up, he ambled into the master bedroom, to find Joe already stretched out on the bed, with Chad and Jake next to him. He sniffed the air, heavy with the smell of sweat and sex. "No showers? Puppy pile?" he asked, standing for a moment with his hands on his hips and then turning toward the bath. "I'll be back in a minute." They heard the splash of piss, then the faucet came on and teeth were being brushed, and Tim was back. He slid onto the bed, liplocked Joe for a second, and reached for the light. Darkness settled over the room, punctuated by the lighter square of the window across from the bed. -##- Notes and comment may be emailed to me at smaller43@yahoo.com and I will cheerfully answer. Flames will be blithely ignored.