Date: Sat, 15 Jul 2023 10:06:57 -0400 From: Athair Mic Subject: The Mede - Part 2 (Gay/Incest) This story is a work of fiction, the characters are not real, and any resemblance to anyone, real or imaginary, is purely coincidental. It contains sex with underage boys and sex with family members. If you are offended by such material, please stop now. If you would like to contact me to discuss story ideas, your fantasies, and your own memories of family fun, or you just want to chat with a big-dicked Daddy who loves incest stories, email me at thckhrd8@gmail.com. Also, remember that Nifty needs your donations to provide these stories, so please donate. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Notes: All my stories take place in the same universe where teen boys are insatiable and men like it that way. The Mede - Part 2 Meeting the Boys I spent the rest of the afternoon in a fog. I couldn't believe what was happening. If I got this apartment, my entire life would change. For the better, I thought. I imagined days and nights spent dropping loads in a bevy of young men, boy-hole on tap for whenever I wanted it. More importantly, I imagined filling Charlie's tight little cunt with my cum. Could Jackson really help me to make that a reality? It was a requirement of living in The Mede. I needed to have that kind of relationship with my son and be ready to share him with the other fathers in the building. Was I going to be OK with that? I imagined Jackson fucking my son's adorable face and felt my dick harden. I think I would be OK. But I still worried I wouldn't be able to cross that line with my own son. He was so young. When the time came, I found myself back in the lobby of The Mede, making my way up to the front desk. A different man from this morning was manning the desk, an attractive young Indian man with broad shoulders and a bright grin. Would he be fucking Charlie too? Does the staff get access to the boys as well? I had to admit the idea of him having his way with my boy wasn't an unpleasant idea. "I'm here to see Mr. Baker." "Of course, sir. Take the elevator up to the fifth floor." "Which unit?" I asked. "The fifth floor, sir. He has the entirety of the floor." I knew that Jackson was wealthy, but this was insanely wealthy. Did he really make that money from The Mede? Maybe he made money elsewhere. Maybe it was family money. I thanked the doorman, both of us giving each other an up-and-down inspection, and moved to the elevator. I was lost in my thoughts during the ride up to Jackson's place. There was no going back now. The door opened directly in front of a large ornate door. I stepped out of the elevator and tentatively rang the doorbell. It was a moment before the door was opened by what looked like a uniformed butler. "Hello. I'm Nate Aarons for Mr. Baker." "Yes. Come this way. Mr. Baker is expecting you. Please follow me to the living room." He gestured behind him, and I walked through the doorway. The apartment (home? palace?) was beautifully decorated with the most exclusive and expensive materials, art covering the walls. The floor was covered by luxurious rugs. We soon made our way to the living room, where I saw Jackson standing against a bookshelf, talking to an attractive man with a familiar face. "Nate. It's so good to see you again. Come in. Come in." Jackson moved across the room to shake my hand. "Nate, let me introduce you to Tim Throckmorton." Tim stood and came to stand beside us. "Tim here is the tenants' association president here at The Mede. Or maybe I should say he's a pain in my side." "Oh, shut up, Jackson. You love me." Tim elbowed him lightly in the side. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Nate. Jackson was just telling me about all the great things Pete told him about you. You sound like you'd be a good fit for The Mede." "You know Pete?" I asked "Oh, everyone here knows Pete," he chuckled. I would have to have a conversation with Pete as soon as I could. He had certainly been holding out on me. I told him about all of my misadventures. "I'm sorry," I said. "But, you look awfully familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" "Don't stroke his ego. Tim here is a sportscaster with a national network. You probably know him from there," Jackson said as he moved back into the room. Tim and I followed. I sat in an armchair when Jackson motioned toward it. Yes. I remembered now. Tim had been a professional ball player before he retired to become one of the nation's favorite broadcasters. If they only knew the kinds of things he got up to when he was home. "Jonathan," Jackson called, and the butler reappeared almost instantly. "Three scotches, please." "Right away, sir." "Now, Nate," Jackson said. "I think our meeting earlier today went well. But I got the feeling that you might have some concerns." Jonathan returned with the drinks and offered one to each of us. He stood awaiting further instructions. "Jonathan. Can you retrieve the boys from the pool and get them dried off?" With a nod of his head, Jonathan left to complete his latest task. "Concerns?" I asked, returning to the conversation we were having. "Yes. You seemed to be concerned that your boy might be too young. Too young for you to begin playing with him and certainly too young to share him." "Well, yes. A little bit. On the one hand, I certainly want to. I want to more than anything. But on the other hand, I admit I'm a little afraid. What if I hurt him. I've never had a boy that young. Also, I can't help worrying that he might tell his mother." "Well, in terms of the latter, I can assure you that once a father and son have that bond, they will never do anything to jeopardize it. It's just too precious." Tim piped up before taking a deep sip of his drink. "Agreed," Jackson concurred. "Besides, how we will help you train the boy will ensure that he loves it. I have to tell you. Fathers have a subconscious instinct for what kind of boy would enjoy it. If you're lusting after him, it's almost certain that he is lusting after you. You just need to know how to bring it out. Some boys take to it immediately and take the initiative themselves once given permission. Others sometimes take a bit to take the bait, but they eventually do. The trick is to push very gently." Jackson took a minute to take a sip from his glass. "Now," He continued. "As for the former. I can assure you that a 10-year-old can handle almost anything you could do to him, but you won't believe me until you try it." "Try it?" I asked. "Yes. That is why I asked you here tonight. I wanted to introduce you to my younger son Daniel. He is a great kid, and he loves to meet new people. He's very outgoing. And since Tim here needed to meet you, I asked him to bring along his son, Timmy Jr. He and Daniel are in the same grade at school. They are basically inseparable." "And they are the same age as Charlie?" I asked. "Yes, of course. Jonathan, are the boy ready?" "Just a moment, sir." "Where is Tate?" I asked. I had to admit I had wanted to get my hands on that glorious ass tonight. "He's at my place with my oldest," Tim answered. "They are both on the same wrestling team and said they wanted to practice. Though if I know my son, Tate is probably chewing on a pillow right now, taking my boy's big cock." "I see," I said. Jonathan returned with two boys, both giggling. One was the spitting image of Tim with straight brown hair, a square jaw, and all-American good looks. Beside stood him, a smaller version of Tate, all tan skin and golden curls falling in his eyes. They were both shirtless, their young bodies on display, tight and taut. They were both wearing silky soccer shorts. I had to admit that they were adorable. The thought of having my way with them was certainly beginning to chub my cock. I could do this. I could definitely do this. "Hey, boys," Jackson said. "Did you have a good swim?" "Yes, Dad," answered his son. "I beat Timmy in three races across the pool." "Only because you cheated!" Timmy didn't seem all that upset. "Well, never mind that. We have a guest. This is Mr. Aarons. He might be moving into the building. Say Hello." They both waved while they looked me up and down and giggled. As Jonathan moved to leave the room, Jackson stopped him. "No need to leave, Jonathan. You're off the clock now. You might as well stay for the festivities. If you want to." "Thank you, sir. I think I will." "Now, Daniel. Come give your Dad a hug." Daniel ran across the room, hugging his Dad around the waist. Jackson leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his mouth. The boy opened his mouth, and Jackson slipped his tongue in. The sweet kiss increased in intensity quickly. I looked over at Tim, who wasn't watching the scene. He was too busy with his son, who snuggled in beside him while palming his Dad's crotch. Jonathan was palming his own crotch, rubbing along what I imagined was the length of his cock. This must be some job to have landed. Jackson broke the kiss after a few moments. "Daniel, why don't you say Hello to Mr. Aarons." "OK." Without any shyness, Daniel moved quickly to my chair. He smiled broadly as he climbed into my lap. He must have felt my erection below his boy butt. He leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips, patiently waiting for me to open to him. I gave into the taste of his lips and let my mouth fall open, allowing his tongue to explore. He tasted of lemonade, the tart sweetness on his lips. Our tongues tangled for a few minutes before he withdrew to catch his breath. I looked up and saw Timmy's face planted firmly in Jonathan's crotch, kissing along the outline of his cock. I glanced at Jonathan and Tim. They both stood, their impressive cocks hanging out of their flies, with the look of proud fathers on their faces. My attention was brought back to Daniel as he slid out of my lap and down to the floor, where he parted my legs and moved to work at my belt. I was doing it. I was totally doing this, and I couldn't imagine anything that could dissuade me from going all the way with this boy. I spread my knees further apart to give him better access. He undid my belt and worked on my top button and zipper. Once undone, I lifted my hips to let him pull my pants off. He looked at me sitting in my shirt and briefs and giggled at the site. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it off, and threw it into the corner. Timmy had pulled Jonathan's cock from his pants and had begun to suckle at it, working the head like an ice cream cone. I looked back at Daniel, waiting expectantly. Once again, I lifted my ass and slid my briefs off, my rock-hard 8 inches swaying in the air. I sat and breathed, "Come and get it, boy." Daniel wrapped his small fingers around my shaft, slowly stroking up and down. I thought I would die from the contact. I took a minute to imagine it was Charlie stroking me, and my cock pulsed. Daniel stroked a few more times before he spit in his hand and used it to slick my cock. He crawled closer and licked at the head before placing the shaft into his mouth. He swirled his tongue, lapping at my pre-cum. "Oh, fuck," I moaned. Daniel moaned in appreciation before he began to slide further and further down my dick. It hit the back of his throat, and instead of pulling off, he adjusted his angle and swallowed more of it down his throat. Holy fuck, that boy had been trained well. Daniel bobbed on my cock, taking more and more of it until his lips were in my pubes. "Good boy, son," I heard Jackson say. I looked up, and he was watching us with lust in his eyes, stroking quickly at his cock. I took that moment to glance at Timmy, lying across the couch, his ass in the air as Jonathan licked at it. They were always a step ahead of us. Despite how much I loved the blow job, my competitive streak kicked in, and I decided to ramp it up a notch. I grabbed Daniel by his curls and pulled his head off my cock. Drool was dripping from his mouth into my lap. He whimpered at the loss. "Turn around and bend over," I commanded. Daniel did as he was told, and suddenly I was face to face with his little red boy hole. I swear it winked at me, pushing me to make it mine. I bent forward and took a confident swipe with my tongue. Daniel purred in pleasure. I took another swipe and then another getting his hole as sloppy as I could. I worked his cunt with my tongue until I could feel it was nice and loose. I leaned back up and grabbed my cock, slapping it against his ass cheeks. "You're gonna fuck my boy, aren't you?" Jackson said, slurring his words a bit in his fog of lust. "I sure as fuck am," I answered. "I knew you could do it, Nate," he said, cheering me on. I lined the head of my dick up with Daniel's pucker and began to push gently against it. It gave way freely, and soon I was in. He was so tight but could easily accommodate me. Daniel groaned in pleasure. "Fuck me, Mr. Aarons. Fuck me hard." "You like it hard?" "He does," his father said. "Like I said, he can take about anything you can throw at him." I heeded his advice and decided to slam the rest of my length into him all at once. Daniel gasped at the intrusion but then groaned in ecstasy at the girth of my cock. I pulled back until I almost came out of his hole and then rammed it back in, making him buck. "Fuck me," he whimpered. "I am, boy. Take it." I slammed again and again, and each time he scooted further and further across the floor from the force of my thrusts. This boy would have rug burn on his knees by the time I was done with him. I grabbed him by the shoulder and twisted him until he was lying on his back. I grabbed his legs and placed them on my shoulders. I could go even deeper in this position. Looking into his eyes, glazed with lust, turned me on even more. I slammed and slammed, each stroke bringing me closer and closer to release. I took a quick glance over at Timmy. He was riding Jonathan, his ass slapping into the butler's lap. Jackson and Tim were now stroking each other cock as they stared at their respective sons being defiled by other men. Would I love watching Charlie getting fucked by one of these men? The idea made my cock twitch with excitement. "It feels so good, Mr. Aarons." Daniel had a huge grin as his eyes rolled back into his head. I thrust faster and harder, giving the boy everything I had. I wasn't going to be able to last much longer. "Breed my boy, Nate. Give him your load." Jackson had moved away from Tim and now stood over me and his son." I nodded and followed his instructions. I lasted a few more thrusts and then painted the 10-year-old's insides with my seed. Shot after shot of cum, more than I had shot in a long time, pulsated out of my cock. I roared with pleasure. That was the greatest fuck I had had. I could only think that doing this to my son would be even better. I thought I could die from that much ecstasy. I heard Jackson grunt beside me as he coated Daniel's face with his cum. I slowly caught my breath. I looked over to see Timmy jerking as Jonathan let go into him with spasms. Timmy had his Dad's cock in his mouth, and I could see Tim jerking as he filled his son's throat. Once we all came down from our fuck high, we all took a moment to look at each other, chuckling to ourselves over the scene in front of us. I pulled out of Daniel, making a popping sound as I did so. Jonathan appeared at my side, his cock still hanging out of his pants with a washcloth to clean the boy and myself off. That's what I call service. "So, Nate. You did it. How was that?" Jackson asked, zipping himself back up. "That was fucking amazing," I responded. "So you're OK with playing with a boy your son's age?" "Oh God, yes." "And do you think you could share your son with the rest of the building?" "It would be an honor to watch you play with my son, Jackson." "Good, because once you train him up, I will fuck his brains out." I stood up from the floor and began looking for my clothes. Jonathan had already picked them up and neatly folded them. I pulled my clothes on with thoughts swimming in my head. This had been a surreal but mind-blowing day. I would have to buy Pete a costly bottle of scotch. And well, when he was ready, my boy's hole. Once clothed, I turned to Jackson and Tim, who looked as though nothing happened. Jackson reached over to a side table and grabbed something off it. He took a few steps toward me, placing it in my palm. It was a set of keys. Did this mean what I thought it meant? "Welcome to The Mede, Nate. We're glad to have you."