Date: Thu, 10 Mar 2016 16:32:02 +0000 (UTC) From: nmKinkGuy Subject: The Family Weekend Chapter 7 CHAPTER 7 This is a fantasy incest story, depicting graphic sex between men and boys. It is not true, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The men in this story do not practice safe sex; they don't need to because this is a fucking fantasy! In the real world, make sure your cock, or the one using you, is rubbered up before you play! Cast of Characters: Dad: Don Uncle: Dave Granddad: Jake Me: Scott (the storyteller) Older Brother: Tom Little Brother: Brian Houseboy: Andre And various other characters. I woke up, glanced at the clock and realized it was a little after noon. My cock was still lodged up my Brother's hole, and Uncle Dave was snuggled up to my back. I realized my dick was hard, and I could feel Dave's boner resting along the crack of my ass, leaking pre-cum down the cheek. The next thing I noticed was how badly I needed to pee. But, I didn't want to pull out of Tom's comfortable butt hole. I thought about just letting go and filling him with my morning piss, but that just seems rude to do to a sleeping man. Slowly I pulled my boner out of Tom, he groaned at the loss, but didn't wake up. I climbed over him and padded to the bathroom, with my erection leading the way. I quickly realized my usual morning challenge of not being able to bend my hard dick down enough to piss in the toilet hadn't changed just because I got off about a dozen times yesterday and early this morning. As usual, I solved the problem as Daddy taught me and stepped over to the big open walk-in shower space, and let the golden water fly. The shower is about eight feet across, and my stream was hitting the back wall. Suddenly I felt a presence as Tom and his big erect penis walked up beside me, threw his arm across my shoulder and let loose with a hands-free piss, even more powerful than mine. His stream hit the wall even higher than mine did! As the piss flowed, Tom asked, "Why did you pull out of my ass while ago? I was enjoying the feeling and thought it was a dream until you left. You could have just pissed in my ass. You know I like that after a good fucking." "It just didn't seem right when you didn't know it was happening" I replied. Tom smiled, I smiled back and we gave each other a kiss before moving toward the sinks to brush our teeth. As we walked back into the bedroom, we saw that Uncle Dave had rolled onto his back, thrown one arm over his eyes and his fat 10" incest cock standing straight up, with the dick ring glistening in the light. Tom and I exchanged grins, nodded and attacked! We leapt on the bed, grabbed onto Dave, and started tickling him. I worked an armpit while Tom worked his sides. Tom was laughing, thrashing about and trying to pry our hands off his ticklish body. I moved down, took a foot in one hand and started tickling the bottom of it with the other. Tom followed suit and Dave started screaming and laughing, but managed to shout out, "I'm gonna' piss, stop or I won't be able toÉ." And then the piss stream started shooting out of his hard cock, straight up in the air. It was soaking Dave and the bed, so being the piss pig he is, Tom quickly sucked Uncle Dave's flowing penis into his mouth and started drinking. It went on a long time and I could see Tom's throat pumping to get it all down. As the flow stopped, Tom eased up and began to pull off, when Uncle Dave grabbed his head, shoved his tool all the way down his throat and rolled over, trapping Tom under his pelvis with his arms caught behind Dave's legs. He immediately started skull-fucking Tom. He was driving his big, fat cock, ring and all, relentlessly in and out of Tom's throat. Tom was clawing at and hitting Dave's thighs and ass, trying to get free and stop the throat rape. Every time Dave bottomed out, Tom groaned and gagged, which seemed to only pleasure Dave more, and spur him to fuck Tom's face harder and faster. Thankfully for Tom, the face fuck only lasted a few minutes and Dave came, and came hard, holding his cock all the way down Tom's throat as he shuddered, shook and ground his penis into Tom, working to empty his ball juice straight into Tom's stomach. He yanked his dick out of Tom's face hole and flopped down on his back. Tom struggled to regain his breath and when he did, he shouted at Uncle Dave, "What the fuck! You almost killed me, asshole!" Dave grinned, grabbed Tom and began tonguing his mouth as he passionately kissed his nephew. He broke the kiss and said, "Don't start something you can't finish, boy. You know how watersports turn me on, so don't act all surprised!" Tom chuckled, snuggled up to his uncle and began gently sucking on a man-nip. "Guys, don't start another fuck and suck. I'm hungry, let's go downstairs and see if Andre is alive and can fix us breakfast, or lunch or whatever it should be. Now come on!" I demanded. They jumped out of the bed, which looked like the scene of a crime. The bottom sheet was ripped, there was cum and piss and man-sweat saturating the tangled mess. It served as a symbol of what three, hot, hung, horny incestuous men can do to a bed! We headed down stairs, turned and went in the kitchen. There was Andre, standing at the counter sipping coffee as he looked out over the enormous patio and swimming pool. Then I saw what was so captivating. Our pool boy, gardener, maintenance guy and all around hottie, was skimming the pool, and like all of us, naked. He is gorgeous; I'll give you that. His name is Spirit because his Mom and Dads were hippies and lived in a big incestuous, poly commune in New Mexico, where Spirit grew up. He isn't sure which of the three men who loved his mother, and one another is his Father. Knowing whose sperm created him really doesn't matter much he says, since they all loved him. So, with a background like that, he fit in just fine around here. Spirit is about 6'1", trim and formed like a swimmer. His body is bronzed from working out doors nude most of the time and his hair is sun bleached almost platinum. There is a light coating of blond hair on his chest and legs, trimmed pubes, with nice bushy pits and the hardest, roundest fuzzy ass you have ever wanted to fuck. He was nothing spectacular in the cock department, but he had a big, shaved ball bag that hung well below his fat usually erect cock, that was about six by six. I could watch all day how that low hanging set of man-balls swung and smacked against his thighs as he moved. Watching Spirit gave us all a hard on. We asked Andre for food, and he pulled one of his potato, egg and cheese casseroles out of the warming oven and served us each a huge plate full, with fresh fruit and coffee. As we were chowing down, Dad and Granddad walked into the breakfast room arm in arm. I looked up and was shocked to see the condition my Father was in. His lips were red and swollen as were his nipples. Looking the worst, were his genitals. Dad's scrotum was swollen to about twice its normal size and his cock looked misshapen and appeared as if the head, which was purple, had puncture wounds. His chest was covered in red marks and developing bruises. He walked over to the sink to get a glass of water and we saw his backside. He had obviously been severely whipped or beaten and the skin was broken and had been bleeding some. A huge area of his upper back also looked as if many of the lacerations had been bleeding. His entire back was turning purple. His ass and thighs were in no better shape. When he slowly and gingerly sat down at the table, he winced and groaned, trying to lean to one side to take the pressure off his tormented ass. I was stunned into silence and more than a little frightened by the way my Father looked. Uncle Dave reached across the table, and gently took his Brothers hand and lovingly said; "He gave it to you good this time, Brother. Was it what you needed, a good session with your Daddy? Your body looks spectacular, by the way." My Dad tried to smile and just nodded his head up and down. Grandfather told Andre to bring his son a straw to drink and to mash his food up so he wouldn't have to open his mouth very wide or chew too much. Dad picked up a fork of food and tried to raise it to his mouth, but his hands were shaking and he dropped the food. Grandfather moved over next to my Dad, and started gently and slowly feeding his son. I looked at Uncle Bill, and there were tears in his eyes. Tom didn't look at me; he was intently watching the tender scene in front of us. I was confused, frightened and didn't know what to think. I have never viewed my Father as anything but strong and powerful. I know he sometimes gets rough when he was using someone, but seeing my Dad hurt like this upset me and on top of watching his violent first fuck video, which I didn't understand, I was about to cry. Tom finally looked my way, and seeing my condition scooted over next to me and embraced me. I buried my face in his chest and began to softly cry. He just held me, stroked me and tried to comfort me. Just being able to inhale his musk, helped calm me and I began to gently nurse on his man-nipple. We just sat and watched as Granddad slowly and tenderly fed his son. Between bites, he would very softly touch Daddy's face, stroke his hair and lean in to give him soft kisses on his cheeks and neck. Every time he did, Daddy sighed and whimpered. When Dad finished eating, Grandfather said, "Scotty, Tom, give me a few minutes to get your Daddy to bed and I will meet you both in the pit. We need to talk. Dave, I would like you there as well." Granddad had to help Dad stand and did his best to support him without hurting him. He motioned for Andre to come help, and together they helped my Daddy out of the room and up the stairs. I could hear Dad let out little gasps and groans of pain as he struggled slowly up the steps. The three of us stood and silently made our way to the pit. The big room was clean and showed no signs of the messy orgy that had occurred just last night. I don't know how Andre does it, but there are other houseboy's under his direction. We moved and sat on the sofa, and waited. Uncle Dave tried to reassure us by saying, "Listen to me, your Grandfather will make this all clear and help you understand. Your Dad coming down to breakfast in that shape was deliberate, so you two would see. There is nothing to be afraid of and when Pops is finished, I think your love for your Daddy, and appreciation for his strength and power, will be even greater." We sat and waited, in silence. After about twenty minutes, our Grandfather walked into the room, crossed over and sat in one of the big leather chairs facing us. He appeared to be gathering his thoughts and said, "Boys, you need to understand your Father. What he experienced last night, what I did for him, and will do again, is exactly what your Dad wants. Or more accurately, needs. My son is one of the strongest most powerful men I have ever known. For him, periodically experiencing these extreme masochistic sessions, feeds his soul. The need to be tested, challenged and to submit, is a huge part of what makes him the man you love and admire. For him to deny these desires would negatively impact his entire life, his being and his overall happiness. Were I to refuse to provide him the experience, would deprive him of his greatest erotic masculine pleasure and the amazing out of body journey that embracing the pain provides for him." Granddad paused and relaxed back into the soft leather of the chair as Andre quietly entered the room with a tray of coffee, water and juice. Without speaking, he sat the refreshments down on the big coffee table, bowed to my Grandfather and left the room. Pops seemed deep in thought as he sat and sipped coffee, his legs spread wide and his beautiful, enormous genitals resting on the chair cushion. Looking at him was giving me an erection! For the first time I remember, having a boner embarrassed me. This was not the time to get excited, I thought. Granddad noticed me trying to hide my hard on with my hands and smiled at me, saying nothing. Granddad continued, "Now boys, make no mistake. I do get off on being a Sadist, especially for your Father. Some men are just wired this way, some inclined to be masochistic, others Sadistic. My Son, however, while drawn primarily to his masochistic side when his need surfaces, has a strong Sadistic streak in him as well. The desire to inflict pain, or accept pain is critical to the survival of the soul for men who embrace their S/m being. It nourishes their masculine existence, and not fulfilling these powerful desires will cause them to wither. For your Dad, it is much like a fire walk, which challenges ones physical and mental being. These masochistic, extremely painful experiences for a man such as he are actually healing and enriching. Granted, most men, even you boys, enjoy a degree of pain, such as that initial pain of taking a big penis in your ass, which on some level is actually pleasurable. But your Dad's need for extreme levels of pain is ultimately very rewarding and enriching and is a big part of what makes him the man he is. He is not to be judged, he is to be honored and respected for his strength as a man who knows how to feed his inner beast. It was the same for his first fuck. He knew, even at that age, what he needed to do, to become a complete man. Dave as his Brother, do you have anything to add?" Dave sat quietly for a bit, then turned sideways on the sofa to face Ted and I. He started to speak, "Thanks Dad. You explained my big Brother and the need to feed his masochistic side, which by the way, I am truly amazed by. Don has the self-awareness to recognize this desire, this inner force and is intelligent enough to deal with it in a positive manner. I can't imagine what would happen if he denied himself the journey and challenge of enduring extreme and painful physical experiences such as these. He certainly wouldn't be the Brother I love and have worshiped all my life. I too struggled with what he undergoes, seeing his body after a session used to frighten me too, especially when I was young, before my first fuck, but we talked and he educated me about what being hurt, and coming out on the other side stronger and more centered meant for him. It took a while, but I came to understand and appreciate this core element of who my Brother was, and is." Ted inquired, "May I ask a question?" "Of course, that is why we are here" Granddad said. So Ted spoke out, "Uncle Dave, you said you have been aware of Dad's masochism and the physical results since you were young. Why has Dad hidden this important, maybe critical part of his life from his sons?" Dave replied, "Your Grandfather refused to allow your Father to hide his masochism from the family. He was enormously proud of his son and how strong he was, both physically and mentally. Dad wanted us to have a very clear understanding of Sadism and masochism, and how it impacted our Brother, always in a positive way I might add. However, it was your Dad's idea to shield you from it, hide an important part of his true inner self from his sons. The rest of the men in the family disagreed, but we respected his decision. Don finally decided you were mature enough to know, and he deliberately came to breakfast for you guys to see his body after a good session. His greatest fear is that he will lose the respect of his Sons when they learn of this side of him. Boys, we have to ask, has he?"