Date: Sun, 1 May 2011 00:11:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Richard Small Subject: The Afterparty - Chapter 8 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 8 That evening, back at Joe's condo, Doug was subdued. Joe decided to leave him alone with his thoughts, and Cam was still recovering his equilibrium as well. He took the boys out to a steak house for a late meal, and suggested they watch a movie on the flat-screen when they got home. The boys agreed on a couple of action films, Joe nuked a couple of bags of popcorn, and all three settled in with beers to watch. After the first movie ended, Doug announced he was turning in and disappeared. Joe watched him head for the guest room and stifled a sigh. "How you doing, son?" he asked Cam, instead. "Everything okay?" "I'm good, Dad, really. This afternoon was amazing. No worries." "Good. Just wanted to check. It was pretty much a turning point for all of us, and I wanted to make sure you were okay with it." "Oh, yeah, like I said – no worries. And, Dad? Thanks." Cam stood and stretched. "Think I'll follow the doof to bed," he said. He gave Joe a thumbs-up and smiled. "See ya in the morning," he said, and trailed down the hall. Joe picked up the popcorn bowls and empty cans and carried them to the kitchen, whisked a few crumbs off the furniture and ran the carpet sweeper around for a couple of minutes before dousing the lights and heading to his own bedroom. The boys were probably right, he thought. Tomorrow there would be more packing and carrying to do – best to get a good night's rest. When Cam entered the bedroom he saw that Doug was already bunked down in the single bed closer to the window. He headed for the bathroom to piss and brush his teeth before sliding under his own blankets and switching off the lamp. He'd been lying there only a couple of minutes when he heard Doug turn over. He felt his brother's eyes on him, and looked across the narrow space between the beds. "Whassup, bro?" he asked softly. "Havin' a hard time with sleep?" "Yeah," Doug responded quietly. "I keep thinkin' about this afternoon. Watchin' you and Dad was, well it was weird. Now I don't know what to think. 'Cept I keep seein' it in my head, like a loop. You and Chad goin' at it, and then all three of you. Like, I enjoyed it but I didn't, but I wanted to watch anyway because I enjoyed it, but I didn't. I mean, does that make me queer or somethin'? Or was it just like live porn? Or what?" "Know what?" Cam said calmly. "You're thinkin' too much." He got out of bed and walked to the window, cranking the casement open a bit for the air. Turning around, he looked at his younger brother lying there in all his confusion, and all he could think was that the kid needed comforting. He moved back to his bed and sat on the edge, his legs braced wide, leaning across the space between them to lay a hand on Doug's shoulder. "Hey," he said. "It's not important to worry if it's queer or not, ya know. We all had fun. That's what counts. Chad did, I did, Dad did, and you did. Shit, you had cum flyin' all over the place." Cam laughed. "It felt good, huh? And nobody got hurt. So what's there to worry about?" "I dunno, I just . . . it's just weird. I . . ." Cam slid back into bed but didn't pull the blankets up just yet. "C'mon, Doof," he said quietly. "Come and share. You know you always sleep good when we share." "Yeah, I guess you're right," Doug admitted slowly. He pushed back the covers and stepped over to Cam's bed. He lay back and slid his feet under the blankets. "You're not gonna try to fuck my ass, are ya?" he asked. "Not unless you ask me to," Cam said. He felt Doug go tense beside him. "And you're not ready even if you asked, so you don't have to be afraid I'll try. Besides, takin' a guy's cherry like that? That's the Dad's responsibility. Now, roll onto your side and snuggle back. I'll keep you safe." Cam waited till Doug had rolled over and moved back to spoon into him, then pulled the blankets over them both and wrapped his arm across Doug's chest. He nuzzled the back of his brother's neck for a moment, then let his head drop back to the pillow and concentrated on going to sleep. * * * * Chad, meanwhile, had hurried back to his dad's place and packed a couple of boxes with books and CDs. He was planning to meet Jake for supper and then some serious lovemaking. He showered quickly and pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top, loaded the boxes into the trunk of his Bug, and headed out for their favorite pizza joint. Pulling into the parking area, he didn't see Jake's truck, but as he set the emergency brake, he looked into the rearview mirror and saw Jake arriving. He jumped out and waved, and Jake found a spot close to his. They hugged briefly and turned toward the restaurant. "Dude," Chad began, "you'll never guess what happened at Uncle Tim's this afternoon." "Well, if it happened there, it must have been about sex," Jake laughed. "So? Tell!" Chad launched into an account of what had happened, his voice pitched low. As he talked he saw that Jake's interest was piqued. He stopped his tale when the waitress came for their order, then picked it up again. "Dude, it was awesome!" he finished, picking up his soda. "You shoulda seen the look on Cam's face when he came. And Doug just painted himself, he shot so much." "I didn't hear anything about you cumming," Jake observed. Their pizza arrived and they began separating slices. "That's because I didn't, man," Chad said, lifting a slice onto his plate. "Just watching the others was plenty for me right then." "I bet you're ready now, though," Jake prompted. "Ohhh, yeah," Chad agreed, reaching for another slice. "Majorly. You better be in the mood for some ass poundin', cuz that's what's on the menu for dessert." He grinned. "And for midnight snack, too." Jake laughed. "We better get outta here pretty quick, then. I'm about ready for dessert." They were at Jake's place ten minutes later, butt naked inside of thirty seconds, and wrestling on the couch three seconds after that. Chad was not in the mood for prolonged foreplay. "You got lube somewhere handy?" he asked, diving onto Jake's cock and taking it to the root in one steady gulp. He set about licking and sucking it into life, his head bobbing and twisting as he urged it erect. His hands were busy with Jake's balls, gently rolling and tickling them in their furry sack, and then moving behind them to stroke toward his brown bud. Jake groaned and spread his legs, lifting one foot to rest it on the back of the couch. "Yeah. Check under the couch there. It should be up at this end." His hips thrust upward, driving his cock deep into Chad's throat, as Chad felt around on the floor under the furniture. He felt the jolt of triumph when Chad's fingers grazed the tube. "Find it?" he asked, bucking again. "Got it." Chad pulled off his dick long enough to answer, then dived back down, nibbling and licking at the thick flesh, running his tongue around the crown before lapping down the swollen tube. Jake heard the snap of the lube top, then felt cool slickness being applied to his butt with slow, firm strokes of Chad's fingers. There was a pause, and Chad pulled off to lube himself. He dropped the bottle onto the floor and knee-walked forward, lifting Jake's outside leg onto his shoulder. He lined his own tool up with Jake's target and pressed, hunching gently to get himself centered before pushing in. Jake's ass resisted for only a moment before opening to the assault, and Chad slid home, his cock feeling like it was sheathed in hot silk. He drew back until just the head was trapped by the ring of muscle, then pressed forward again, impaling the furry blond to the hilt. "Oh, fuck, baby," he moaned, barely moving his hips. "You.Are.So.Tight. So.Hot. So.Sweet." He rocked in and out a couple of times and moaned again. "So.Sweet." He reached down and slid his hand, still slick with lube, along Jake's hard cock, moving the skin just to the ridge of the head and then down again, gradually tightening his grasp as his hips moved faster. Soon he was pounding Jake's butt with all his strength, slamming his pubes into the ridge between Jake's hole and his ball sack as he pistoned in and out. "So close," he moaned. "So.Fucking.Close." He leaned forward, keeping the hard dick in his hand, and pressed his lips to Jake's, groaning into Jake's throat as he lost his rhythm and began jerking erratically, the cum flooding his boyfriend's ass with liquid heat. Jake shouted and began to shoot, blasting bolts of cream between their bodies. It seemed as though minutes went by in a continuous flow of cum and electricity until Chad finally slowed his pounding to an occasional reflexive buck of his hips. After a while, he lifted his head, looking down into Jake's eyes and smiling. "You know you're the one, right?" he asked, pressing his hips gently forward and locking his dick in Jake's tight channel. "I'll share, but I'm not letting you go. 'Kay? Not.Doin'.It." He dropped forward again and laid his head on Jake's shoulder, licking at the sweat on his neck. "Not lettin' you go." He sighed and relaxed as Jake brought his arms up and wrapped them around his back. "You got it, babe," Jake whispered, his mouth barely touching Chad's ear. "You fuckin' got it." * * * * Thursday passed in a whirl of activity at Joe's condo. Drawers were emptied, closets were cleaned, boxes were packed and stacked ready for the movers. By the end of the day, no one had energy to spare, and Joe ordered Chinese delivered while his sons showered and changed into clothing they hadn't been sweating in all day, then showered and put on a robe. He didn't feel like dressing just to eat and go to bed. After they demolished enough food for six normal people, all three were ready to hit the sack. Even Doug slept like a rock without having to share Cam's bed. Friday's date with the movers went like clockwork. The boxes and furniture that were to go to storage went into the truck first. After that part of the load had been roped off, the much smaller remainder went in and was secured. Joe and the boys jumped into their cars and headed for Tim's, with the truck following. When they arrived, the various pieces Joe wanted to live with came out, the boxes followed, and then Joe led the truck to the storage facility. He was back at Tim's by 1:00, in time to make lunch for all four of them and serve it by the pool. "Couple of those moving guys were hunks," Tim observed, finishing his sandwich and reaching for a soda. "I wouldn't have minded a little recreational break." "Mixing business with pleasure?" Joe teased. "You do the pizza boy, too?" "Maybe if the pizza boy were worth doing," Tim shot back. "Mostly, they're zitty sixteen year olds. Not my type." "Bro, you don't have a type. Three legs and breathing – that's your type." "Someone hasn't been paying attention," Tim sighed. They were interrupted by the sound of a car in the driveway. A minute later, Chad appeared through the hedge wearing a sweatband and flipflops. "Hey!" he said, grinning. "Did I miss lunch? Why are you all wearing clothes? How's Cam's butthole?" He came around the side of the pool and stood at the side of the group, hands on hips. "Well? Someone gonna talk, or am I the entertainment for the afternoon?" "Yes. Because we haven't stripped yet. Fine," Joe answered sarcastically. "And why are you wearing a sweatband and nothing else?" "Because it's hot and because Jake's on his way over and I wanta be ready for him when he gets here," Chad said. "He says I'm insatiable. I'm gonna show him how insatiable I am. And you all are gonna help." "Dude," Cam said. "You're not serious." "Yup. And you're first. You got your cherry picked the other day, but you haven't tapped my ass yet. Shuck those boardies and grease it up, Two-Tone, cuz you're about to poke my hole." Chad smacked Cam on the shoulder and went to sit on the end of one of the lounges, grinning. "You heard the man," Joe said, giving the waistband of Cam's shorts a tug. "Slip 'em off and slide it in. I can guarantee you'll enjoy yourself – and him." He reached for the suntan oil they kept handy and twisted the top open, passing it to his son. "Come on, son, get cracking. You don't keep a ready ass waiting in this family." Cam levered himself out of his chair, pulled his tanktop over his head before popping the button on his shorts, and stepped out of them. His thick cock was already stiffening in its dark nest as he walked over to Chad's lounge, oil in hand. Chad licked his lips and leaned forward, kissing the tip of Cam's dick before he began to swallow it inch by inch. When he reached the base, he tightened his lips around it, barely moving his head up and down for a few seconds, and then began to back off, licking along the length of the tube. "You know you've got a great cock for fucking, right?" he asked, looking up at Cam. Cam gave him a half-smile and put a hand under his chin, lifting it away from his own dick. "What's the best way for you?" he asked, pouring oil into his palm and beginning to swirl it around his cock. Chad looked at the hard dick in front of him for a second, considering. "You've got a nice curve there, Cuz," he said, tracing the underside of it with a finger. "I think I'm gonna ride you. Lay yourself down here and hold that fucker up." He took the oil out of Cam's hand, poured some onto his fingers, and began to apply it to his hole, rubbing it around the ring and pressing his middle finger deep into it. Cam settled back on the lounge, his cock standing straight up, and Chad straddled him, facing the rest of the family. He set his feet on either side of Cam's hips, then began to squat onto the rigid organ, centering it and then taking it in a steady slide. When he bottomed out, he shifted his feet slightly and began to post, Cam's hands on his hips, his own cock bouncing as he rose and fell. "Damn, that's good," he muttered as he began to pick up speed. Cam had started to thrust upward, countering his rhythm to Chad's, and the area was soon alive with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. "Fuck, you're tight," he said, thrusting harder. I'm not gonna last much longer 'less you slow down." "We're young," Chad answered, still posting at speed. "You'll recover in time to give me a second plowing, don't worry." Just then, Jake stepped through the hedge, and stopped in surprise. "You started without me," he yelled, coming around the pool toward the group. "What the hell?" "Yeah, I did, but I'm not stopping without you," Chad yelled back. "Drop those shorts and get over here. You're gonna help Two-Tone get his nut." Jake quickly complied, walking out of his shorts and sandals, and pulling off his tee-shirt as he got closer to the lounge. He knelt down and grabbed the bobbing cock in front of him, sucking it deep into his mouth. Chad pushed him away. "Not yet, babe," he said with a sly grin. "You're gonna help Cam, not me. Grease up and slide in with him. Share the wealth." Jake looked at Chad for a second, then stood and reached for the oil. "You really mean it," he said flatly. "Sure. I'm insatiable, remember? Besides, it's something I've never tried before. You two are the perfect introduction. DP, here I come." He lay back against Cam's coppery chest and spread his knees. Jake reached down and began to stroke Cam's balls as he thrust. He could see they were pulling up in their sack, and he knew it wouldn't be long before Cam blew his load. He continued to fondle them, rolling them in his palm and tugging on them gently as he leaned over and let a long string of saliva fall from his lips onto the root of Cam's cock. Cam's pace was picking up and he was beginning to grunt and moan as he fucked into Chad's tight sleeve. Jake wrapped his hand around Cam's balls and pulled down gently, separating them from his cock just enough so he could slip a finger into Chad's hole along the underside of Cam's thick prod. "Oh, fuck," Cam groaned as the finger slid toward the crown of his dick. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, here it comes." He thrust hard once, twice, and then slammed into Chad as he began to spray cum into his cousin's gut. "Shit! Oh, fuck! Yeah!" he yelled, pulling out and slamming back in as hard as he could. "Yeah! Take it!" Chad clamped his ring around Cam's cock and rode the cum, a satisfied smile on his face, his dick bobbing wildly above his abs. Jake slid his finger out and stepped back, grinning. "Yeah, I figured it was too late for me, this round," he said, looking over his shoulder at the three still sitting around the table. "Damn, that boy shoots a load!" Cam was still slamming into Chad's ass, firing shot after shot of cream, his hips jerking. After seven or eight spasms, he began to slow, but there were still three or four more shots before he finally stopped, breathing hard. He brought his hands up to Chad's chest, sliding them open fingered through the thick fur, and then just holding him steady. "Hell of an ass you got there, dude," he said, letting his feet slide to the end of the lounge. "Now I know why Dad . . ." "Fucks me? Yeah," Chad said. "The ride's only as good as the driver. But I'm a good driver." "And he got his learner's permit years ago. He's had plenty of practice," Jake said. He leaned down again, but this time he gave Chad a big kiss. "My favorite chauffeur," he smirked, "and he has a tank full of cream. What the hell am I going to do with him?" Chad grabbed Jake's shoulders and pulled himself upright. "Soon as he gets out of this parking spot," he said as he pulled his feet under him, "you're gonna ride him to the station and add to the tank." He eased off Cam's softening cock and stood up. Turning around, he knelt next to the lounge and began licking the cum still clinging to the thick rod, polishing it clean. When it was glistening clean and he'd taken the last pearl of cum off the tip, he stood up. "That was a damn fine fuck you threw me, Two-Tone," he said. "I owe ya one. Or more." He winked. "Whenever you're ready." He turned back to Jake. "Where can I take you, sir?" he asked, reaching down to fondle Jake's rising cock and heavy balls. -##- Notes and comments may be emailed to me at smaller43@yahoo.com and I will cheerfully answer. Flames will be blithely ignored.