Date: Sat, 17 Jun 2017 20:42:44 +0000 From: Bobby Joe None Subject: The Father-in-Law Bromance: Big Daddy Frank & The In-Laws This is a totally new story from a new writer, here. The story and the title belong to the author, who has also written under the same pen-name in the past for "Handjobs" magazine, unfortunately no longer published. It deals mostly with adult male relatives, however, does mention the fact that the author believes we ought to be teaching our male offspring, early on, the joys of being male, and pride in our bodies. I, the author, do not advocate physical sexual contact with youngsters under age 12, nor for giving education and instructions regarding enjoyment thereof, beyond answering any basic questions they may have, and at their level of understanding, not ours. We - as adult males - need only to give them all the privacy we can, supply them with tissues, lube and whatever we can to allow them to discover their own sexual nature, at their own paces, knowledge that it's OK to pleasure oneself as well as other CONSENTING peers, and never embarrass them with references to such activities in settings with others, who may not have the capacity of understanding, nor the beliefs we do. I understand the terms of publication on Nifty.org, and agree to those listed; that there is no compensation for the story in any form, that it may appear on other websites as a part of the USENET network [et al]. If you wish to contact the author, please do so at CAfurrball5@outlook.com. Due to the potential volume of mail, responses are not guaranteed, although I may read them, regardless of the nature of the comments, positive or negative. "Flaming" or "fire-laced" letters will be ignored, and disposed of, so if you are incapable of staying away from the "poison-pen" aspect of writing to the authors, and keeping it within a "civil" tone, don't bother sending comments. Along those same lines, the pen-name I use is a pseudonym, as I prefer to remain anonymous, for those very same reasons. This is now my second story I've offered to nifty.org, the first being "Big Daddy Frank," posted 6/11/17. I am looking forward to writing more stories with some of the same characters, however, on an irregular basis, when the inspiration stirs within. That stated, however, this is another "stand-alone" story, and – realistically – not an installment of a continuing story, per se: each story can stand alone. I usually name my stories something different, and would say something like "....the next summer," or something in that venacular, to let the reader(s) know it involves some of the same subject matter, and/or same people, from some of my other stories. Perhaps needless to say, however, the guidelines for submission ask us to be clear about that, so there you go. And, please remember, the nifty.org website would appreciate any and all contributions, to keep the website running. Please consider donating, as your personal finances allow. Remember, the website is a labor of love for many of us, and is paid for by those of us who care about its continuing existence. If you look at it, please consider supporting it. It's not free to keep it up on the web, by any means!!! ============================================================================== The Father-in-Law Bromance: Big Daddy Frank and the In-Laws ---Bobby Joe "Looks like bad weather comin' in, Mike. We'd better head for the shelter." "Yep, and soon!" My then nearly-new father-in-law and I had hit the links early, but with the sky looking so angry, we figured the sooner we were indoors, the safer we were. The little golf cart took us back to the clubhouse and we made it indoors, mere seconds before the rain started. At that hour, the clubhouse was quiet. I guess most stayed home that particular morning, when the weatherman predicted storms. Oh well. Time to take it easy and get to know each other better. "Better get these sweaty clothes off, bud, otherwise we'll stink. Shower?" Knowing Big Daddy Frank loved seeing my bod, as much as he possibly could, and as often, I didn't mind it. As a matter of fact, seeing Frank in the buff was as much a treat for me as seeing me was for him. We stripped, and in the privacy of the locker room, we caught each other checking out the other guy's junk. He turned when he was totally naked, letting his junk swing in the open. I saw the twinkle in his eye and knew he wanted me to see it. "Enjoying the morning's activity, son?" "Oh, you betcha there, Big Guy!" "Figured you would. Same here, though. You and I always were compatible that way. C'mon and let's go get those big ol' walnuts of yours clean. Bet you swing a mean bat when you're fully loaded, huh, Mike?" "You know that. Balls want to come out and play, too, that way. Never have refused my father-in-law seeing me in the buff, and never will, Frank. You up for a show, Big Boy?" "Oh yeah, Mike! Show me what you've got to offer!" "You bet, Big Daddy. Let's hit the shower, first, though, and get cleaned up." The "Big" references to my father-in-law were hardly said in jest. His neck was so thick he looked like his head was attached directly to his shoulders. The man's overall appearance exuded strength, and I loved him for it. I simply couldn't take my eyes off the man. His big frame, the thick, furry torso – hell, all of it – puts me in orbit, and has since I was twelve. I don't know if my ex-wife ever figured out that I was much more "in love" with her Dad than I ever was to her. It started early, and continues to this day. Stepping into the shower, Frank and I both soaped up and got the ol' bats and balls ready for some fun. Coach Thompson, one of Frank's sons, stepped into the shower behind us. I always liked David. He was the strong, silent type, yet was always ready to play with the guys. "What've we got to play with, men? Just bats and balls, this morning?" "Yep, but that's enough. Playing some mouth music on your pipe, and Frank's, is satisfying enough. You want to help me get Frank primed, so we can get some joy-juice out of those bull-balls of his?" It was so hot in the locker room, that all three of us were hanging low, Frank's nuts the lowest, yet as he always wanted to point out, mine were always the largest, by far. He often compared me to a stallion, as mine hung so heavy the skin made noise just touching the skin on either leg. Before I could get Frank's nuts into my mouth, David was on his cockhead like a vacuum cleaner. Frank had told me, several times since I married his daughter, that – just like my brother Mark and Uncle Mike – the men in our two families were all "the best" at sucking cock. David had Frank moaning in mere moments, and his nuts eventually loosened in my mouth and felt like big eggs. I took each orb and washed it in my mouth, and when I did, Frank's reaction was nearly volcanic. "Mike. Please stop!!!" I let go of the testicle and took my sweet time, gently washing the other one. His moaning got progressively louder. "Better let me have those Mike, or he'll be blowing his load already, and we want to make him wait. C'mon up here and let's get those thick ol' nips of his!" David's mouth and mine began by slowly licking the pencil-eraser sized nips of Frank's. Both stood at rapt attention, hard as little rocks, and had poor Frank in torture, judging from the tears flowing down his face. "Guys! Guys!!! Please stop!" We gave Frank a breather then. "Listen, men. It's stopped raining. I'll bet if we head out to my place, we can make it before it starts up again. What say we head over there and shower and stuff? We have all day to play..." "You don't mind, David?" "Hell, no, bro! Haven't got anything else to do. It's Friday, so I have the day off, and there isn't anyone else I would rather spend my Friday afternoon and evening with." Frank and I followed in his truck, and were soon in David's very private back yard. "Strip, guys. There's hooks just inside the back door. Let's sit out here for a while, though, while we can. We'll have to be inside most of the rest of the day, the way the sky looks." Sure enough, the rain started back up again after about 45 minutes of sitting outside and drinking beer and wine and anything else we found in David's fridge. Sitting there naked, though, lit my fire again, and my cock was hard most of that time. David set my mind at ease, right away, saying "don't worry `bout your bone, guy. We're all men here, so we know how it is, and how things are with us. Let it hang. It'll go down in a while." Losing and regaining tumescence multiple times, our cocks were hard more than soft, but that didn't matter to the three of us. "Fuck. Aaron's missing out. Want me to call him, bro?" Aaron was David's brother, and definitely another man who liked to play. "Sure thing. Tell him to bring some more beer and wine on his way over, though. We're getting low again." Aaron arrived less than thirty minutes later, with beer, wine and ice in a cooler, naked as a jaybird. I could tell these three were related. Their dicks and balls looked damn near alike. Noticing that I noticed that, Frank piped in then. "Yep, damn close to identical. More fun than hell watching these two randy boys growing up. Once they hit the age where their balls started spewin' spunk, it only took them a couple of months to figure out what we could do with that stuff. Made for some wonderful weekends!" "Yep, cock-sucking, cum-swallowing young men. Dad taught us, and his Dad, long before us. Been at it since we were eleven, all of us." "You guys were shootin' spunk at eleven? I was twelve." "Yep, we've been gettin' each other off, ever since. Never needed any dames for either Aaron, or I. Mom died when we were four, and Dad never dated women after that, so we all got into each other. Oddly, same thing happened to Frank. Mom died of breast cancer when they had only been married about ten years. Been alone ever since. Both Dad and Papa Bear Frank took the bull by the horns though. Big Papa said he had always been into guys, and – of course – we knew Frank was, as well, as he taught us how to do it to each other. It's been a REAL blast!!!" All the bawdy talk was obviously making Big Frank randy as a billy-goat. He reached out to me, before Aaron or David could make a move on me, David for the second time that afternoon, although that would come later. "C'mere, Mike, let me take a load of those beautiful baby-makers out of those balls. I'm getting thirsty for some man-juice." Frank's attention to my man-tool normally had me howling instantaneously, however, his slow ministrations had me fucking his face, slowly but deliberately. He wrapped his hand around my tush and held me tight to his face. Obviously, he wanted my cum delivered in person. His usual cock-sucking method was licking up and down, along with a round-and-round motion on my mushroom shaped cockhead, yet today his sucking included a capping off the head with a strong sucking motion, driving me up the wall, when he suddenly changed methods and started the circular motion on the corona, the edge of the mushroom head and the perineum, that is, where the seam on the back side of the penis meets the head and the vein that takes the cum out of the shaft juts out. "Dammit, Frank, stop! Gonna cum!" "That's what I want, dim wit!!! I want your cum! I need...your cum" he sang, to the tune of an old disco song. I had to laugh, which broke the spell, and I temporarily began going soft. He quickly brought me back up to full hardness, though, and I began to rather strenuously began to fuck Frank's face: Face-fucking wasn't quite the accurate phrase to use just then. Face-slamming may have been more like it. He was seated in a chaise lounge chair at the moment, so I straddled the chair and pushed into his face with all my might when I climaxed, holding the back of the chair up so I could ram my cock into his face and not snap the man's neck. "Damn, boy! How much cum you got in those things? You cum like we do." After a short period of allowing my breathing to return to somewhat "normal," I was able to answer. "Probably more. Me, my brother and Uncle Mike have all been known to break condoms, as we have such large ejaculates. Uncle Mike used to always wear two condoms when he boinked his girlfriends in college. That was before he decided to give up women, but he still shoots at least four tablespoons worth, usually more, as he digs guys much more than he ever was into women, according to him. You should see Mark and I when Uncle Mike finishes for the night. We look like donut, complete with the frosting!!!" "Our Uncle Tony is the same, Mike! Shoots so much he has literally flooded all of our mouths. We finally convinced him to shoot on our chests or our faces, instead. Damn near choked Dad to death one time when he forgot to let go of Dad's neck in an unbelievably strong one. Thank God, Dad's strong, and was able to pull Tony's hands off his neck, before he drowned in the man's cum load!" "Wow, man. That's eight of us now that I've heard of, just between our two families. Well, nine actually. Our best bud growin' up, Lee, came like a garden hose. He had all of us beat all to hell in the cum department. I swear, he could have made a cup of coffee white, just from all his cum!" David came up behind me, then, and put his hands across my nips and all across my pelt. Fingertips on my nips, they became hard as rocks in microseconds. My balls stirred and my cock began spitting cock-snot, as soon as he touched my nips. "Are you up for some serious butt-fucking, Daddy Bear? I want to watch you fuck my Dad." "How `bout I fuck you, first, son?" "How you want me?" "Face down, boy, on the mattress. Get ready, boy, `cuz here it cums!" No time for preliminaries, I had my cock up inside him in one thrust. "So you want a real man up your ass, boy? Is this what you...want, huh, boy?" My cock was making my brain hit pause, as my thrusts became more pointed as I went along. Hard thrusting, my cock was determined to hit bottom. I must have, as David went into a military stance, as soon as his ass was mine. Finely tuned, his ass would move up to meet my cock on the downstroke. The man knew how to take cock like a champ, yeah, however, he was one who obviously loved getting skewered. Later on, I wound find out, the four Thompson men had been doing it together since the boys had known what they wanted, and that was cock, cock and more cock. My cock was sliding in and out, hitting the man's prostate, every time. "Sir, yes, sir! Fuck me, sir! Fuck me hard, sir!!!" "Oh, you can bet I am, boy, `cuz your ass is mine, now!!!! Landing on top of David, I ravaged his ass with my cock, thrusting with all my might up into his poop chute, and hitting bottom each time. "You know you `ve got a man's penis up inside you, boy?!? You like cock fucking your boy-cunt, boy?" "Sir, yes, sir!!! Lay on top of me sir. I can take your weight! I want to feel your fur against my back." Pouring on the attitude, I reached under him and – with the added torque – fucked him even more brutally than before. "You like taking a man's cock up your ass, boy? You want my load inside you, boy?" Sensing the inevitable was near, one more solid thrust was all it took, and his guts were full of Frazier family baby-batter, leaving a trail of it on his ass and lower back, when I pulled out. "Creampie!!! Anyone want any of my man-cream?" I called out, rather loudly, and somewhat sarcastically. As I expected, Big Frank and Aaron dove into David's crevice, hungry as boys who hadn't eaten in days. I took a couple of minutes then, to recoup. Eventually, though, my little soldier was standing at rapt attention, waiting for another ass to ravage. "OK, Frank, you ready for it, cuz here it comes, Big Boy!!!!" Landing on Frank's back, cock in hand and ready for the assault, my cock went right into Frank's rosebud, apparently pre-lubed, in anticipation of some real ass-fucking. "Yeah, Big Man!!! I want that man-cream of yours!!!" Nice thing about fucking a big guy, we have more padding, and with that, more chance for some butt-brutality. I poured it on, and leaned into Big Frank, nipples hard as rocks, which he reached around and grabbed. "Ow, man! FUUUCCCCK!!!!!" The extra, added stimulation pushed me harder, and I took the hint, landing on Big Frank with all my weight. "Do that again Frank, and you'll be getting my baby-batter sooner than we want!" "Nah, Big Boy! Give it to me all day and all night if ya want. I want ALL your man-cream!!!" Feeling my cock sliding in and out of his hole, the stimulation gave me a boost then, and I began sliding up and down his smooth back with all my fur, a stimulation that got me off. Apparently, it triggered his cum, too, and he began to howl. I rarely came twice in rapid succession like that, but I could feel my orgasm building to a second crescendo, in fairly short-order. "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH yeah Big Boy!!! Ram that cock up inside me!!! Here comes mine too, boy!!! YEAEEE-HAH!!!!!" Sure enough, his cum went EVERYWHERE!!!! Mine began then, too, and - once again – I landed on top of Frank with all my weight. I was pounding his ass with thrusts so deep I was hitting bottom with every stroke. "AAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!! Here it comes, fuck-breath!!!! You're getting my load up your ass, Big Man!!! How does THAT feel? You like having another man spewing his cum inside you? Can you feel that cum-flow? I'm breeding you, man!!! You said you wanted to be bred, well, here it is! Can you feel my penis pulsating, boy, spraying your insides with white hot cum? How do you like having this big, hairy man climbing on top of you?" By then, I was shouting. On the final downstroke, I had buried my cock deep in his ass, and kept my hairy belly and pubes tight against his ass as I whitewashed his guts with my man-cream. Aaron and David were under Frank, lapping up his cum, and mine, like two pups after their mother's milk. We all laid there for quite a while, afterward, breathless, after our mutual cum. Looking at Aaron and David, their faces and bodies covered with cum, realizing our cum had triggered both these ever-virile young men to cum, themselves, as well. "Mmmmmmm, yeah, Big Mike! I want you to do it to me, again, and again, and again. For the rest of our lives, actually. So do my boys. They were actually jealous of their sister. They want your pretty penis up inside them, not Marcie, right guys?" "Damn right, Pop! And when Mike is able to put that beautiful man-tool up a willing ass, we want it to be inside one of us. All of us, a family of men who have a heart for each other, and certainly a hard-on for each other. Please man, we want you!!! Always have, right from the first time we met you. We all have admired you from afar in the past, and recently, up close, as our brother-in-law, and a "real" brother to us, now. "A son-in-law who is also a brother, Mike, but also...a man I've grown to love." "I kinda knew that, men...instinctively, even before I married into this family, yet also, I knew I wanted you guys in my life, too. My brother Mark and my Dad kinda picked up on that, too. It helps that my Dad and Big Frank have been into each other, for years, now. But when I saw Big Frank, all six-feet-five of him and knew he must have tipped the scales at three hundred or more, I knew I had to make him mine, somehow. That I am the man who makes the Big Guy's heart go pitty-patter tells me I wasn't wrong looking at the guy that way, the very first time." The smile on the Big Man's face was incredible, as his eyes lit up his entire countenance. "It wasn't too hard, Mike. You're the one I want to look at, in bed and out...forever. Love that big ol' furry chest of yours, boy, those sensitive, reactive nips, and – as you know – I just dearly LOVE those big ol' nuts of yours!!! I swear, I've never seen anyone who makes me quiver like you do!!! All you have to do is wave that magic wand of yours my way, and I'm your fucking slave. C'mon Mike!!!! I see that rod of yours getting thick again. Fuck me, Big Fella, and fuck me as hard as you can. I want your cum, boy!!! Give me all that life-giving liquid!!!!! Then when you're done with me again, fuck Aaron like there's no tomorrow!!! He likes it rough. Does that thing ever go down, boy?" Of course, hearing that Aaron likes his sex in the same way I like to deliver my cum-wads made my cock even harder still. "Nope, not until about four or five ball-emptying sessions. You should know that from those vids you had me make, Frank, boning your daughter. How many times would I cum, before I turned off the camera?" "I counted seven one Sunday afternoon, right after you started poking her, right after you got married. I was amazed at your stamina, Mike!" "Need not have been, Frank. I was twenty-one then, and what twenty-one year-old doesn't have that kind of stamina?" "So you're ready again, then, Mike?" "Yeah, only get down there and clean my cock off, boy. I want it nice and clean before I ream Aaron a new one. This old cock of mine wants to bury this bone!!!" Aaron and Frank were down on their knees in a heartbeat, lapping up the residue of my last cum-blasting ride. Aaron was obviously prepped and ready to go, as he sat on my cock. "Ride me, Cowboy. Give me some of that man-cream." "OK, down on your knees, boy. I like my men subservient." "Sir, yes sir!!!" We were on the mattress on the floor in a heartbeat, my cock firmly buried in Aaron's love-tunnel. He got what he wanted, when I pulled his legs apart and flattened him down on the mattress and climbed on top. "Take that cock, boy! Tell me how much you want it." "Please fuck me, sir. Show me no mercy, like you did Dad a while ago!!!" "You got it boy!!!" Burying my cock in Aaron, I thrust back and forth for quite a while, burying my bone, each and every time. The speed picked up with each thrust. "You like this boy? You want Mike's cum inside ya, don't ya boy?" "Sir, yes, sir!" Long-dicking Aaron, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in, putting all my weight into the thrust. Not a small man – body-stature wise – myself, I reached underneath Aaron and grabbed him around his torso, and thrust up into him, time after time, laying my full body across him as I did. This seemed to have turned the young man all the more, as his whining became more of heartfelt cry as I built up my orgasm to a full-volume shout. "Your servant delivers, boy!!!" I said, as I delivered the final deep-thrust and pounded him from the top. "AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" The cum must have started slowly, however, by the time I blasted the cream out of my cock, it ripped through my penis and fire-hose sprayed his guts with an absolutely force I was reaming him a new one, to say the least. "FUUUUUUUCK!!! Yeah, Mike!!!" It took me a while to calm down. I stayed on top of Aaron, as I recovered. "Mmmmm...love the feeling of a big guy on top of me, Mike." "Yeah, well, that can be arranged, whenever you want. But you'll have to ask your Dad about that, buddy, as I am his fella, now, Aaron." "You two can borrow Mike whenever you want, boys. So long as he comes home to me at night, and still has some cum left in him to satisfy me." That's really how it all started, on a permanent basis, anyway. My wife Marcie was gone in less than five years, moving to New England, and leaving her Dad and I to each other. Looking back to that time, I pretty-much knew it would wind up this way, anyway, especially so with Big Daddy Frank and I checking each other out all the time, the way we did, every time. All the quickie blow-jobs in his garage, with Frank on his knees, playing with or at least kneading my nuts, hands in my shirt and feeling my pelt, gave me all the opportunities for sex a guy could possibly want. Eventually, my sons – Mikey, Davey and little Aaron – would join the Saturday afternoon fun, as alluded to in my first story, "Big Daddy Frank," however, that chapter in this saga is meant for another story, some other day. They all grew up to be fine young men in their families' lineage, even hyphenating their Daddies' names to include both families' surnames, Thompson and Frazier. Frank and I always kept our sex lives behind closed and locked doors, although growing up, the boys always knew Frank and I [Mike] loved each other, and always knew they were loved, unconditionally, by both Frank and I. When the boys inevitable questions arose, as all boys do, we just said, "Well, son, when two people love each other, sometimes they just need me time alone, together, so they can confirm that love." Usuallym t, that satisfied their boyish curiosities. Later, though, the non-typical "birds and bees" talk would come along, usually sometime after the first wet-dream for our three boys, and the explanation of how our bodies work, and to give their brothers the privacy they deserve, that – they, too – would, one day, understand why. Later, they all would come to us and thank us for our respect for their privacy when they were growing up. One day, too, they all told us they understood why their Daddies' bedroom door was occasionally closed to them. And occasionally, too, whenever Frank or I would walk in on one of them in the bathroom, usually absolutely furiously beating off – as many boys do, given the opportunity – we would politely excuse ourselves, back out into the hallway, and close the door behind us. Every Dad I've ever met would be proud to know their boys are discovering what the thing between their legs is for, and just how much absolute joy it gives us. Years may go by, but Frank and I saw all three boys have strong, heavily cum-laden orgasms with us, all three in our marriage bed, on their sixteenth birthdays, fuck both their Dads, and both of us gave them the opportunity to be fucked, although all three turned us down, flat. "I'm a top, Dad," was all they needed to say those three separate nights, one for each of them. When given the opportunity to watch me fuck Frank, though, they all stuck around, all three of them guiding their Dad's penis into Uncle Frank, watching their Dad ride Frank and cumming in my partner's booty. All three are healthy, sexually active young men, thickly endowed yet average hung, and now it looks like all three are going to be as hairy if not hairier than I am. It does a Dad proud to see his boys become men, and every last one of them is model-handsome, all three working out daily in their high-school gym and developing pecs like granite, I swear!!! Feeling them up one day, and tonguing their nips `til they all absolutely "squirmed," I made all three leak, profusely!!! All of them – Mike2, Dave2 and Big Aaron [now six-six and three fifty-five!] – have admitted being at least bi, and my first-born, Mikey2, wants to be a permanent part of the household consisting of me and Frank. Frank is hesitant, yet, our three-ways with Mike2 show me he is ready for full-on, adult man-sex. He turns eighteen tomorrow, and I can hardly wait to give him his birthday gift!!!! It looks like Big Aaron may be becoming interested in man-sex, too, and I am looking forward to letting my youngest in my ass. Frank has already made several sperm deposits in me, and enjoys it, although he says being a bottom is more enjoyable for him. I certainly did love having that big, thick-bodied wookie on top of me, and seeing him cum in me was a religious experience, lemme tell ya!!! I'm encouraging Big Aaron to at least try it, although I think he and Mike2 have done it to each other, at least once, as Mike2 is suddenly much more interested in Frank, and especially so, his old man [me], so I am NOT going to discourage him!!! Having a man as big as Big Aaron on top of him, especially so as Mike 2 isn't anywhere NEAR as big as his youngest brother, may just be a bit uncomfortable for him. Being a big guy myself, although nowhere near as big as Big Aaron, however, I am strong enough to carry the weight of Big Daddy Frank and Big Aaron, without feeling "crushed." Dave2 seems more "bi" than the other two, although I know he and his Uncle Dave, the coach, sometimes share their cum loads, as Dave2 likes cock-sucking and playing with other guys' cocks, according to his uncle. Coach Dave indicates Dave2 is more inclined to remain closeted about his orientation, however, yet I also know we cannot make his decision for him, that he has to make that decision for himself. I think he'll make his decision about his own which direction he is going with his sexuality, maybe if only to himself. It will probably happen, once he starts college, and he has a couple of semesters under his belt. Seems to happen that way for quite a few gay guys I know, anyway!!! Someday, I hope to sit down and share more stories about our sons' growing up and maturing, and learning about the man-sex thing. In the meantime, though, Frank and I drive each other crazy with our bodies. Frank's sons, Aaron and David, usually join in. It'll be interesting to see Mike2 have sex with his uncles. God knows, I would have been absolutely elated to have had sex with mine!!!! Lovin the man-thing. Man-love is The Best!!!