Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2011 23:35:33 -0700 (PDT) From: Richard Small Subject: The Afterparty - Chapter 5 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 5 "So, who's going where?" Joe asked, after the jubilation had subsided a bit. "You've got five bedrooms, three and a half baths, and two roommates to arrange." "Easy," Tim said, smirking. "I'll stay in the master bedroom and bath. You and Chad take the next two bedrooms and the bath between them. We move desks and files into bedroom four and it becomes the home office and den. It shares a bath with bedroom five, which is already the guest room, so no change there. All we need to do is cut a door between the master bedroom and the next room down, and another one between the middle bedroom and the office. Even if Mother came for a visit, god help us, we could move from room to room discreetly." "And unless Mother came for a visit, we might never have to dress at home again," Joe said. He chuckled. "The way the testosterone is surging around here, we might never have the time to dress, between the fucking and the showering." "Well, that's fine with me," Tim said. "I don't mind having acres of frisky man-flesh around. If it bothers you, though . . ." "No, no, no," Joe hastened to answer. "Not at all. Just sayin'." "Well, it's practical, too, Uncle Tim," Chad pointed out. "The less clothes we wear, the less laundry we do. You'll save water and electricity even with more of us living here." "You might want to think about enlarging the coat closet by the front door," Jake said, trying to look serious. "If everybody who comes over strips down, you're gonna need plenty of storage space. You sure don't want people piling their clothes on the beds, do you?" "Guys, you're making my head hurt," Tim said, rising and taking his mug to the sink. "I have to lie down. Don't wake me unless you have a hard-on to share." He rinsed the mug and put it in the dishwasher, then left the room. "That was pretty definite," Chad said, watching his uncle's buns as he walked away. "I could use a nap, myself. Hey, Jake, wanna share a lounge in the shade with me?" He glanced over at his boyfriend. "Sure. I could do that," Jake grinned. "But don't we want to clean up the kitchen first?" "Oh, yeah, but that's a given. Uncle Tim cooked; we clean up." Chad stood and began collecting plates and glasses. The kitchen was soon sparkling, the dishwasher whooshing quietly, and the boys ambled down the hall toward the pool. Joe followed them as far as the office, then turned in and sat down at the desk. A couple of hours later, he'd finished making arrangements with the appraisers, the realtor, the condo association, his next-door neighbors, and the storage facility. Feeling as though he'd accomplished a full day's work, he strolled into the master bedroom, where Tim lay sprawled across the bed, the picture of innocence except for the large erection springing from his groin like a monument. Joe chuckled softly and knelt up on the side of the mattress, leaned over, and began licking Tim's hard dick like a popsicle. In a few minutes, he had it thicker, harder, and drooling silvery strands of precum. He reached over to the bedside table and pulled the lube out of the drawer. While he greased himself up, he continued licking on the sweet treat, gathering as much of the precum as he could without bringing Tim to climax. As soon as he finished with the lube, he set it aside and straddled his brother, grasping Tim's cock gently and aiming it at his own butt hole. He positioned the still drooling head at his softening bud, took a deep breath, and began to sink slowly down the length of the pole, loving the sensation of being filled by the hard, warm organ as he took it inside little by little. Finally, he was completely full, settled onto Tim's pubes, the underside of his balls tickled gently by the forest of crisp dark hair. He paused for a few seconds, then began slowly posting. He'd been fucking himself on Tim's rod for a few minutes before there were signs of consciousness from his brother. As soon as he saw Tim's eyelids begin to flutter open, he grabbed his brother's wrists and leaned down to whisper into his ear, keeping his own face hidden. "Don't panic, but you're screwing somebody," he said quietly. "It could be the burglar. Don't make a sound – no sudden moves. Just move your hips upward if you understand." Tim's eyes widened, and he rolled his head from side to side before lifting his hips hard, slamming his cock into Joe's ass with all the strength he could muster. Joe's cock, sliding through the fur on Tim's torso, began to leak. "Good man," Joe said, still whispering into his ear. "Now that we have that sorted out, maybe you want to let the guy you're fucking know whether you're enjoying it? Buck once for no, twice for yes." There was a momentary pause before Tim slammed his hips upward twice, just as hard as the first time. Joe kept his body angled low, his dick sluicing through its own lube now as the juice began to flow faster. "Very good," Joe whispered. "Next question. Do you want to cum? Remember, once for no, twice for yes." This time there was no pause. Tim tightened his abs and slammed his groin upward twice in quick succession. Joe's cock swelled and began to redden, thick and hard, in its glistening stream of precum. "Excellent," Joe muttered. His breath was beginning to come faster and shallower as he worked his brother over. He leaned closer, lips not quite touching Tim's ear, his breath floating in soft puffs across the warm flesh. He brought his free hand down and stroked through Tim's chest fur, grazing the erect nipples lightly. Then he reached for the lube again and dipped his middle finger into the jar. "One final question," Joe whispered. He moved his hand behind him and began gently scratching at Tim's balls, feeling the hair on them and the way the skin was thickening and pulling upward. He explored further, running his index finger down the center seam of the tightened sac and behind it to the taint, stroking back and forth along that, gradually moving closer to the flexing hole. As he neared the muscular ring, he added a second finger to the exploration, keeping his middle finger out of the way, until he'd circled the dark whorl several times. Joe brought his cheek directly to Tim's ear, the soft bristles brushing against it as he whispered. "Are you close to cumming? Remember, once for no, twice for yes." It felt as though the bud was almost ready to open and swallow his fingers. He brought down his middle finger, raised himself on Tim's throbbing cock, and slid the finger into Tim's core as he sat down. Tim bucked once. Joe felt for the knob and pressed it as Tim bucked again, and then Tim was groaning and pounding his hips upward into Joe's ass, firing blast after blast of liquid dynamite into his brother's guts, thrashing and whining while Joe clamped down on the root of his cock and rode his own orgasm, shooting cum the length of Tim's body. Joe's first shot fell in the hollow of Tim's throat, filling it with creamy liquid. The next half-dozen traced the center line of Tim's torso till they met the head of Joe's cock, still jerking but now dry. Joe fell all the way forward and laid his face along Tim's shoulder, letting their torsos mesh around his sticky load. "Damn, bro," he said quietly. "You are a helluva fuck." Tim chuckled. "Back atcha," he responded, bringing his hands down to stroke Joe's shoulders. He pulled his knees up to angle his hips better, supporting Joe's ass and keeping his cock plugged in. "Times like this, I wonder why either of us bothered to get married. Especially me." He chuckled again, quietly, as if approving a joke of his own. "Yeah," Joe muttered. "Fuck, yeah." He brought his arms around Tim's shoulders and head and lay there, secure, catching his breath while Tim laughed softly. At the pool, Chad had pulled one of the lounges into the shade and dropped the arms before settling onto it and beckoning to Jake. "C'mon, sweet thing," he said with a smile. "Time for a cuddle and a nap." The early afternoon sun was already hot, but a slight breeze and the shade of the hedge made for comfort as the two lay together quietly. Soon they were snoring softly. An hour or so passed as the two guys slept before Jake woke with a piss hard he couldn't ignore. Sighing, he got off the lounge and walked to where two sides of the hedge angled together, leaned slightly forward, and pissed into the soil between a couple of the tall shrubs. Once he'd finished and shaken his cock down, he returned to the lounge and sat on the edge. Chad looked relaxed and innocent, and delicious, with his heavy dick lying across one thigh and his legs slightly spread. Jake didn't even try to resist. He bent down and began to lick and nibble at Chad's cock, intent on waking it. Success came soon. He felt the soft flesh begin to swell, gradually stiffening until it lifted free of Chad's thigh and began to rise, a heartbeat at a time, toward full erection. Jake grinned. He loved waking Chad this way, slowly working him over until he was practically screaming with frustration. When he had Chad's dick standing tall and straight as a tree above the thicket of his pubes, he began to nibble at the tip, first just with his lips, and gradually taking the head into his mouth to run his tongue around the spongy helmet, following the ring at the edge but avoiding the hypersensitive bundle of nerves just below the piss slit. As he worked he began to taste the first few delicious drops of Chad's precum as they swelled and paused in the slit. He kept working, moving by small increments farther and farther down the shaft until he had engulfed the entire organ and his nose was buried in Chad's fragrant pubes, musky and male. He stayed there a moment, sucking gently, before he began to pull back off, sucking just hard enough to move the taut skin toward the head. Chad began to squirm, moaning quietly as he rocked his hips. "Jeez, Jake," he muttered. "Aw, yeah. So fine. More. More." Jake grinned and continued up, then reversed and slowly swallowed the throbbing cock again, pressing his tongue against the rigid tube and grinding it against the roof of his mouth. When he had finished the second trip, he pulled off completely, holding the base of the stiff cock in his hand, and looked up at Chad. He grinned and got a smile back. "You like that, huh?" he asked, gently stroking. He slipped his little finger down to tickle Chad's furry balls. "Like that a lot?" "Shit, yes," Chad hissed, his hips jerking upward. "Good," Jake said, "because I'm just getting started." He moved his finger off Chad's balls and began delicately scratching the insides of his boyfriend's furry thighs, running the edge of his fingernail slowly back and forth between Chad's groin and his knee, while continuing to suck slowly on his cock. The precum was flowing steadily, and he kept swallowing it, enjoying the sweetness on his tongue. He began to speed up, rising and falling on Chad's dick as it stiffened even more in his mouth. He moved his other hand onto Chad's torso, raking through the soft fur on his belly and then up toward his chest, flicking quickly across the erect nipples and back down through the forest of dark hair toward Chad's pubes, continuing to suck and lick around the hard cock, pausing every few trips to pay special attention to the spongy head before swallowing the entire organ again. Chad had begun to thrust upward, his hips rising almost involuntarily to press his cock into Jake's throat in a pounding rhythm that meant he would erupt soon. When he thought Chad couldn't get any harder or any thicker or any hotter, Jake lifted off one final time, quickly wetted the fingers of one hand, and went down again at the same moment as he pressed the saliva-slicked digits against Chad's hole. Chad bucked hard, yelled, "Jesusfuckingchrist," and began to shoot. Jake backed off in time to catch the first shot on his tongue, then took Chad's spewing cock deep into his throat for the next couple of shots before pulling off again and collecting the rest of Chad's load in his mouth. Without swallowing, he continued to suck on Chad's dick as the shots slowed and stopped, until Chad put a hand on the back of his head and begged him to stop. "Too fuckin' sensitive," he moaned, still twitching from the violence of his orgasm. "Back off, Jake. Oh, god. Please. I can't . . . Hooo, boy." Jake stopped moving and just held Chad's cock in his mouth, washing it in the volume of cum he'd collected from it, while slowly stroking through Chad's chest fur. He brought his other hand up and held Chad's hip gently, his thumb resting in the thick pubes just below his nose. Chad's breathing gradually returned to normal, and his legs relaxed onto the chaise, falling slightly open so that his balls came to rest on the thick terry cloth beneath him. Finally, Chad let his hand fall away from the back of Jake's head. He grinned down at his boyfriend. "You are a sneaky motherfucker, you know that?" he said, shaking his head slightly. "But that was one damn fine blowjob," he added, still grinning. "You deserve a reward for that one." "Nah. I got my reward," Jake said, opening his mouth slightly to show Chad he still had the remains of the spectacular orgasm pooled on his tongue. "In spades. Or should I say in quarts?" "Cheeky bastard," Chad giggled. "Don't be greedy. Come up here and share." Jake slid onto the chaise and locked his lips to Chad's, happy to swap the load back and forth a few times before he swallowed it. The two guys lay contentedly, their heads together, Jake still toying with the fur on Chad's chest, until they dropped back to sleep in the warm afternoon shade. -##- Notes and comments may be emailed to me at smaller43@yahoo.com and I will cheerfully answer. Flames will be blithely ignored.