Date: Thu, 5 May 2011 22:12:50 -0700 From: trip carver Subject: Me and Shawn and Dad, chap.5 Please note, all the characters in this story are fictional. All rights to this work of fiction, or any parts of it, belong to the author. No use other than what is specified on Nifty is permitted without express permission. Comments and plot suggestions are gladly welcomed. Please send them to me at "tripcarver@hotmail.com" I hope you enjoy my story, I had a blast writing it. This chapter - two blasts! Chapter 5 picks up where chapter 4 left off. Trip has shot a second load, thanks to help from Dad's finger massaging his boy-hole. Mom called Dad and the two boys down for dinner, but Shawn is left with a raging boner. Dad promises they'll take care of it right after dinner, and do they ever! Read on. . . . (Author's note: this chapter is written from Shawn's point of view.) "Me and Shawn and Dad" Chapter 5 - - - When I went downstairs to set the table for dinner, Dad and Trip were still in the bathroom, cleaning up and getting dressed, I guess. Mom was all in my face about what was going on up there. I just told her it was `guy stuff,' trying not to think of what it would be like if she found out. "Well Shawn," Mom said, not wanting to just let it go, "if it was just `guy stuff,' what are you blushing for?" "Oh, Mom, you know. C'mon, let it rest already." And with that I started setting the table for dinner, hoping that my dick, still feeling a little boned-up, wasn't obvious in my shorts, especially since I wasn't wearing any underwear. Dad made me use it to wipe up Trip's spunk. "Shawn honey, I'm just concerned." Was she looking at my crotch? I swear to God she was looking at my dick. Fuuuuuck! "You and your brother Trip are always getting into those fights, and to think that your father had to go in and break it up..." Oh Thank You Jesus! She wasn't looking at my junk. She thinks we were having a fight and that Dad had to break it up. Yesssss! "Oh Mom, really, it was no big deal." `No big deal:' I sucked off my younger brother for the first time, he squirted his spunk all over my face, Dad saw it, made him lick it up, we fuckin' kissed -yeah that was hot - then we like fought swords with our dicks - that was really hot- Dad practically finger-fucked Tripsey to blow his load again, after feeling him up and commenting on his body, and left me with a raging hard-on. "Yeah, Mom, it wasn't nothing, Dad just helped us work through it." "Ok, dear, I'm glad your father was able to smooth things out." Yeah. Like smooth out the inside of Trip's ass with his finger. Damn, now I know I'm throwing a boner. Dinner was one of Mom's famous healthy veggie casseroles things she likes to make us eat now and again. Like it was probably broccoli, asparagus, artichoke and tofu, or something. At least it had those crunchy onion strip things on top to make it edible. But it was the longest dinner ever, `cause I was just kept on thinking about what just happened upstairs a little while ago, and what it's gonna be like after dinner, when Dad `takes care of me' in his study after dinner, if it ever ends. My dick's never been hard this long before, I don't think. "Son, you ok? You seem to be squirming around," Dad said with a completely straight face, like he didn't know. "Oh, just enjoying this dinner, it's so good," I said as sincere as I could, looking at Mom. She smiled. Trip was doing all he could not to bust out laughing. Dad was still all straight-faced and serious. But was that a quiet smirk breaking out on Dad's face? Dinner finally ended. Dad said we'd forego dessert, and have it later. We - he and me and Trip - had some business to finish up in his study. "Oh, that's alright dear. Shawn told me you helped the boys out before with a fight they were having," Mom replied. Dad shot me a quick glance, up-turned eye and a tiny smirk, like saying, `nice work son, I'm proud of you.' Trip is still having a hard time keeping a straight face. Trip got up and started to clear the table, and Dad and I headed off to his study. "Trip, you come join us as soon as your Mom releases you from your chores tonight, got it?," Dad said to Trip, as he and I headed off to Dad's study. "Yeah, Dad, I'll be there as soon as I can." `There' is Dad's study. It's not all oak paneling and dark wood, like in the movies. It's just the extra bedroom, where Dad sometimes goes to do some detective work that he's brought home. It's got a nice big desk, and really neat swivel-chair, a real cool leather couch, a coffee table we found at a neighbor's yard sale a few years ago, and two more chairs. Oh, and he's got this big white-board like they have in school, but it stands on its own, on wheels. Dad says sometimes it helps him in his work to write things out big where he can see it. And a bathroom, Dad's got his own bathroom off the study too. We get there, and Dad says all parental-like, "nice story son, but you know I don't like you lying to your mother." "Yeah, well, I had to tell her something. She was all up in my face and nosey asking what we were doing, so I had to come up with something." "That's ok, son, this time," still in his parent tone. "How're you doing, still worked-up from before?," Dad asked, no longer in his parent tone, more like a horny tone, as he sat in his big swivel-chair behind the desk, putting his feet up, and his arms crossed behind his head. You could see his biceps bulging where the sleeves of his shirt ended. Damn. "Yeah, well, to be honest, it's gone down a little now." Yeah, but it's starting to come back up. Nice guns, Dad. "Oh, I see," Dad says as he gets up and starts coming towards me. I'm sitting in one of the other chairs. "Why don't you get up, and ..." Right then Trip bursts in. "Did I miss anything?," he practically pants. What's he, like expecting a show or something? "No, son, not yet. We were just getting the show started," Dad replied, looking right into my eyes. Show? "Shawn, take off your shirt, let's start there," Dad said in that serious voice he was using earlier with Trip. "Huh?" "We need to take care of you, like we did with Trip before dinner, remember?" Remember? I'll remember this afternoon, like, forever. "So we'll start with you taking off your shirt. Here. Let me get you started." With that, Dad came up real close to me, standing in front of me, and reached for my t-shirt, except he didn't just go right to the bottom of it to pull it up and off. He let his hands lie on my shoulders, on either side of my neck, and he began to rub? massage? feel? his way down my arms, squeezing as he went. I could hear him start to breathe a little heavier now too. I could feel him feeling the hairs on my arms. When he got to my hands, he then took the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up over my belly, my torso, my chest, over my head and off. "Here Trip, take this and fold it and put it on the chair over there," he said to Trip handing him my shirt. So now, Trip's part of my `inspection' too? My dick's getting harder. Smack! Just like he did with Trip earlier, Dad brought his hand down on my pec. Difference is that I'm older, and my pec's more developed and harder and more muscular. He squeezes me under his hand, and kinda grunts. Dick's getting harder still. "Nice chest son. You're coming along good. Being on the wrestling team is doing you good?" "Yeah, Dad, I like it, and it's helping me out in lots of ways. Like . . ." But Dad wasn't paying attention to my words, he was checking me out, feeling me up, inspecting me. He tweaked my left nipple like he did to Trip earlier. Ok, full-blown boner in my shorts. Tweaks it again, I need to take a quick inhale, catch my breath. Fuck! Why is that so hot? Dad goes to my right pec, smacks it, firmly, not painfully, feels it, squeezes it, and, and, and, I'm bracing for the nipple squeeze, holding my breath, hands clenched at my sides, eyes shut, and then... What the fuck is that? My eyes shoot open, I look down, Dad's got his mouth plastered against my right pec muscle, holding my nipple in his teeth! Fuuuuck! "Dad" I scream quietly, "what the fuck ya doin'?" "Mmmmgggnnmmm" Dad says, his mouth still on my pec, but now he's released the nipple from between his teeth, and I feel his tongue flick it. And flick it again, and again. I feel the wetness at the tip of my dick, rubbing against my shorts. Damn! I reach for my shorts, and whip `em off, throw `em at Trip. My dick bounces free, smacks me in the belly, and comes to rest, hard, curving up the way it does. Trip's standing there, watching all this, rubbing his dick through his shorts, mouth open, almost drooling. I can see a wet spot on his shorts where his leaking dick - damn, is he a leaker - is rubbing against his shorts. My shorts land almost in his face, and jar him back to reality. He takes my shorts, and, the little fucker, sniffs around where my dick juice is, looks at me and smiles. He puts the shorts on the chair with my t-shirt, and goes back to rubbing himself off through his shorts. Meanwhile, my dick's hard and dripping, the cum starting to slowly trace its way down my curved shaft, and Dad is still flicking my right nipple with his tongue, his hands, one behind my back, the other on my hip. He pulls off, takes a quick lick on the other nipple, looks me in the eyes, and says, "Yeah, you're coming along fine. Being on the wrestling team is doing you good." "Hey Dad,?" it's Trip. What's he want now, the little shorts-sniffing twerp? "Yeah son, what is it?," Dad responds, not breaking his stare with me. "Dad, I was wondering, uh, um, uh..." "What is it son?" "Well, y'know, when my dick's hard it pretty much sticks out from my body, like up and at an angle, but it's straight. How come Shawn's dick curves like that?" Is there something wrong with it?" I could strangle that perv. "No reason, son. Some guys' dicks are straight, some are curved, some are longer, some are shorter, some are fat some are skinny. Your brother Shawn must take after your Mom's side of the family, like your uncle Kevin. There's ab-so-lute-ly nothing wrong with your brother's, or your, dick. Ok?" Still looking at me, into my face. "Ok Dad, thanks." But wait, how does he know about uncle Kevin's dick? Dad turns towards Trip now. "You know, when I came in on you boys earlier, it was obvious that Shawn had just sucked you off, and you had shot off all over him, right?" Suddenly Trip's like all embarrassed. "Yeaaaah, kinda" he drawls out. "Yeah Dad, that's what happened. Trip was jacking off in the shower, and he said if I sucked him off, he'd do me later. So d'ya think it's time, d'ya think this is `later'?" I asked Dad trying to hold back my eagerness. "Seems only fair, seems right to me. Trip, you agree?" We're both looking at Trip, and he's like staring at the floor, like he's looking for a hole in the floor to escape through. "Daaad" What a whiner. "Now Trip, you made a promise, you gave your word, and if I teach you boys nothing else, it's that a man is as good as his word. So, it's time. Get undressed son," Dad said in that no-use-in-arguing voice. Trip takes off his t-shirt, and lets his shorts drop. He's not wearing underwear, but neither was I. Is Dad? Hmmm? Trip gets out of his shoes. "Socks too, son, everything." "Yes sir." "You're still young, and I'm gonna assume you've never done this before, is that right?," Dad asks, more like states, in his detective voice. "Yes sir," Trip says, but with a little hesitancy in his voice, like he's holding something back. (Trip decides this is not the time to tell Dad about the time with his friend Ted and his brother Jack). I'm enjoying Tripsey's squirming, and my dick is staying nice and hard. "Trip, son, come over here and stand in front of your brother. Yeah, just there. You boys were kissing before, right?" We both nod, looking at each other. "Why don't you start out there again,. Shawn, you're the older one, lean down and kiss your brother." I figure, I enjoyed it before, so I'll get into it again, but it just seems a little, I dunno, forced. I hestitate. "Son, here, like this." And before I know it, Dad's got his mouth plastered on Trip, kissing, and Trip is kissing back. Dad's got one hand behind Trip's head, and with the other, he's kinda squeezing his ass. Trip just has his arms around Dad's chest, as far as he can reach. Trip's dick is hard, pointing up, and pressed between their two bodies, rubbing against Dad's shirt, leaving some of his juice there. Yeah, his dick is straight. And it's real obvious Dad's throwing a boner too. He lets go, steps back, turns to me. "Now you, c'mon." And like before, in the bathroom, we started kissing again, each of us holding onto the other's body. Trip starts first this time, swaying his hips, swaying his dick, causing it to rub back and forth against my dick, so I join in. But this time, we don't break into a dick sword fight, but really just a nice long kiss, trading tongues back and forth, I really like it when he just kinda sucks on my tongue, gently swiping dicks back and forth. This really is kinda nice. Maybe he's not such a pervey twerp after all. We each seem to hold each other a little tighter, a little closer. "That's good, boys." Dad's voice breaking through, bringing us back. "It's time to break the kiss and move on. Trip, Shawn, easy, gradually, let the kiss end, yeah, like that. Now Trip, I want you to take your tongue and ever so softly lick your brother's lips, then move down to his chin, his neck, his Adam's apple. Yeah. Just like that." My eyes close, my heart starts in a little faster, my breathing picks up too, my legs begin to tremble a little, my knees start to feel weak. Trip's tongue feels so, I dunno, hot, wet, electric, on me. "Give him little kisses as you work your way down his body. His neck, chest, his nipples. Linger on his nipples for just few extra heart beats, feel `em, flick `em with your tongue. Good son, good job. Keep going, down his belly, feel the muscles in his abs with your lips, your tongue. Let your tongue play in the new line of hair going down from his belly-button, swirling the hairs around. Yeah, just like that, you got it. Kinda hot, huh?" "Hmmmmm gggggggghhhhh llllmmmmmm," Trip says, his lips not leaving my skin, my nipples, my muscles, my new belly hair. Dad chuckles, and I open my eyes and steal a quick glance his way. He's watching us, rubbing his bulge with one hand, and tweaking his own nipple with the other. His eyes are kinda glazed over. I look down at my younger brother, but all I see is the top of his head, his back, his butt-cheeks beneath. Firm, round, young, sexy as hell. Damn. Dad continues telling Trip how to do it. "When you get to his pubes, pause there, breathe in your brother's man-scent, lick around there, kiss there too." Trip does just that, and fuuuuuck! it feels in-fuckin-credible! "Keep one hand on his hip, and with the other, gently take his balls, his nut sack, just hold it, as your tongue works it way out of your mouth . . . " I fuckin' swear time is standing still. ". . . and onto his dick. Just the tongue for now, let it land wherever it does" And that's at the root of my dick, on the underside. "Swipe it, your tongue, reeeeeeal slowly up his big curved dick, yeah, slow, wet. Lick up his leaking juice, his pre-cum, taste it, swallow it. Yeah. When you get to the top, to the head, I want you to do something special there." Holy fuckin' Jesus Mary mother of God, don't stop. What ?? "Just where the head meets the shaft, there's a real sensitive spot, right there on the underside." Thank God for my curved dick! Finally! "Lick right there. Yeah, just like that" "Aaaaaauuuggghhhh eeeeeeeee fffuuuuuuuuuccckk!" That was me, as Trip, soon to be crowned world's best dick-licker hits that spot Dad's talking about. He licks it just right, then flicks it with the very tip of his tongue. Fuck! That's hot! He does it again, and again, and I just shudder all over, holding onto his head for dear life. "Shawn, son, you ok?" Like, I can even speak now? I look at Dad, nod my head. He nods back, smiles, and starts giving Trip more instructions. "Ok, Trip, I think now you're ready to really start sucking dick." Oh. Thank. God. "Ok, son, do just what I tell ya, and we'll have your brother flying out of his skin. Take your hand and circle around Shawn's shaft, yeah, like that. Open your mouth, cover your teeth with your lips, and bring your mouth down on the head of his dick, let it slide into your warm mouth, while holding his shaft. Close up your lips around his dick-head, and start sucking, just there. Rub around the dick-head with your tongue. Yeah, just like that. You're picking this up good." Fuck, is he ever! This kid's a natural. "You're doing good son. Now start jacking on his dick, and let your mouth follow your hand down his dick, let his dick into your mouth, deep, deep, as far as you can go . . ." Fuck, he's got like 5 inches of my dick in his mouth. Two and a half more to go. "... and hold for a breath or two and come back up, just the mouth, leave your hand holding the base of his dick. Yeah, just like that. Now back down, and try to go a bit deeper, see if you can take more of your brother's cock each time you go down. Remember to use your tongue, especially on the up-strokes." He's doin' it. Takin' my dick almost all the way in his mouth, down his throat, and fuck! does he have that tongue thing down. And he's going deeper, taking more of my dick! Yeah! "Trip, you're doin' great! That feels really good, C'mon, keep sucking, can you go deeper? Can ya take my dick all the way in your mouth, down to my pubes?" He pulls off for a second, but is still holding on, catching his breath, jacking my slimey dick up and down, and looks up at me. Man, I've never seen his eyes like that. So fuckin', like, intense, concentrated. A smile breaks on his lips. "I'll try my best, Shawny, I'll try my best." And with that he goes back down on my cock, circling the head with his tight lips, sucking my dick down into his mouth, swabbing his tongue . . . . "Aaauuuugghhhhhh" ... Swabbing his tongue right at that sweet spot on the underside of my dick-head. Fuck. Going down, further, deeper, his tight lips sliding down my fuckin'-never-been-so-hard dick. Dad, more coaching: "Kinda massage his balls, Trip, while you're sucking his dick. Not too hard, gentle-like. Yeah. Shawn, how's that?" "Uhhh huuuuhhh" That's about all I can get out while Tripsey is rubbing my nuts, and sucking my dick, up and down, and up and down, and . . . "Fuuuuuucccckk" "Son, you alright? "Uhhhh, yeaaaaah, I think he just ...Fuck, there he did it again! He's fuckin' taking the whole thing! Dad, I can feel my dick like into his throat!" Yeah, I look down at Trip, and his face is like practically attached to my crotch, his nose like tickling my pubes, and my dick is like all - the - fucking - way in his mouth. Fuuuuuuuccckkkk! Wait! No! he's pulling off, squatting back on his haunches, breathing heavy, I look down and see his dick, fuckin' stickin' up, hard and drippin'. He looks up at me and smiles. "How was that Shawny?" And before I could answer, the little twerp goes back down on me again. Round three. He's got it down good now, tight lips around my shaft, tongue swabbing, hand on my nuts, fingering them, massaging them, fingering them, his other hand holding onto my tight teenage wrestler's muscle butt. Yeah, that feels good too. Fuuuck, here he goes, deeper and deeper down my dick, fuuuck, sucking. "Yeah, that's the way son, take Shawn's dick deep down into your mouth, stroke his cock on the up-strokes, yeah, like that. And it's ok, don't just hold onto your brother's ass, massage the cheeks too, knead `em, rub `em." And he does just that, rubbing all over my butt. Damn! that feels good! I'm like trembling all over, holding onto my little brother Trip. Dad comes over, and bends down, like, is he gonna join in or something? Fuck! I couldn't stand that. No, he gets down next to Trip, and is watching real close, watching Trip's mouth on my dick, working down and up and down, and Trip's one hand stroking my dick in time to his mouth, and his other hand holding, feeling, kneading my ass. And he leans in closer to Trip and whispers something in his ear. I see Trip kinda turn towards Dad, my dick's still in his mouth, so he can't turn too far, and give him a look, like, he's saying, `really?' "Yeah," Dad says, a little evil smile in his voice, "I think he'd like it." He thinks I'd like it? What the fuck else could Trip possibly do to me now? Then before I know it, Whaaack! What the fuck was that? Did Trip just fuckin' spank my ass? "Trip, what the fuck, Trip? You just fuckin' spank my ass?," I ask not believing it. "Hhhhmmmmyyyyhhmmm," is all Trip can get out, with my dick still in his mouth. "It's ok son, I told him to," Dad says, like that's gonna make it right. That little perv, I'll . . . Whack! He does it again, hitting the other cheek now. And (whack!) again, back on the first side, and (whack!) again on the other cheek. Fuck, like this is actually not feeling bad, like it's starting to feel, I dunno, good, warm, tingley. I'm staring down at him, (whack!) trying to take it all in, trying to figure how my little brother, sucking my dick, slapping my ass is feeling good, and (whack!) and fuck it just does, and before I know it I'm moaning (whack!), and I feel my body, my hips kinda start face-fucking Trip as he (whack!) keeps sucking my cock, and whacking my ass. I'm in outer space somewhere, face-fucking into his tight mouth, pulling (whack!) back to meet his hand on my ass, and back and forth. "Son, how is that, you enjoying it?" (Whack!) Dad's still real close, squatting down now, watching Trip give me a fuckin' blow job and a spankjob, and (whack!) I can't believe how good it all feels (whack!), and "Fuuuuuuucccckkkk" I'm gonna shoot! I'm gonna blow!" I scream out, as my hips just kinda go into autopilot, face-fucking Trip even faster. He lets go of my dick with his hand, and stops whacking my ass, holds onto my hips with one hand and starts jacking his own dick with his other, his mouth attached, like super-glued, to my dick. Damn, I can feel my cum starting to boil up. "Shawn," Dad calls my name, I turn towards him, I know my eyes are somewhere up inside my skull, and I'm like in a fuck-trance. "Shawn, I want you to pull out, jack your dick. Trip, let his dick go, pull back a bit, yeah, keep your mouth open. Shawn, work your cock, yeah son, like that..." "Oh Dad, I'm just so fucking close!" "I know son, that's good, keep working that cock, let your load fly, shoot it, aim for Trip's open mouth." At that, Trip jerks his head to look at Dad, but before he can say anything, I grab the top of Trip's head with one hand, jerk it back facing my dick, and kinda hold it there, while my other hand, jacking my dick, jacking it, jacking it, and. . . "Aaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh uuuuuuuuhhhh uuhhhhhhhhhh. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck" as ropes of hot boy cum go shooting out my dick, the first two shooting way over Trip's head, the next, I aim my dick better, I hit his face, his cheeks, his eyes, above his lips, and finally, with the next spurts, into his mouth, on his tongue. "Trip!" Dad commands, "Don't swallow, keep your mout open, hold your brother's cum, right there, on your tongue." And just as fast as he says that, he lifts Trip up, and, holy fuck! starts kissing him! I can see his lips on Trip's cummy lips, his tongue goes inside Trip's mouth, looking for, finding my cum on his tongue. It's not so much a kiss, it's more like he's like licking out the inside of Trip's mouth, cleaning it out from all my cum. Fuck! Is that ever hot. I just shot like the strongest load of my life, but my dick is still hard, and damn, if it doesn't feel like it wants to shoot again. But I don't get my chance, not yet. Dad, panting, steps back from Trip's face, from his mouth, from his tongue, and turns to me. Trip's standing there, a line of juice from dick, he's licking his lips, swallowing, watching Dad. There's still plenty of my cum on his face that Dad didn't lick off. "Son," all serious-like again, "before dinner, when you boys were in the bathroom, and Trip came all over your face, I made him clean it up. Now it's your turn. Clean up your cum from your brother's face." "Yes sir!" Dad didn't have to instruct me further. I reach for Trip, pull him close, bend my head down, stick my tongue out, and start licking my spunk from his eye-brow, his cheek, his other cheek, down around his neck, and back up again, ending up on his lips. His lips open to meet my lips, our tongues meeting. I'm squeezing him, feeling his developing boy muscles, his arms, his chest tight against mine, I feel his young shoulder-blades, his back, down to his cute boy butt. I take it, a boy cheek in each hand, squeeze `em, massage `em, knead `em, and I can't help it, and whack! I give one to Trip, and man, that feels good. "Hey!" (whack!) "Cut it (whack!) out!" But he's laughing, I'm laughing, our kiss over now. Fuck it. One (whack!) more. "You boys did good tonight. I'm proud of you both." "Thanks Dad," Trip spoke first. "It was fun, I learned a lot. You're a good teacher." "Yeah, Dad, it was, fuckin' oudda this world. Who knew this little twerp could be such a great dick-licker! And the ass stuff, the spanking, Wow, I never woulda thought that would be so fuckin' hot." "Yeah, I kinda had an idea you'd like it. Let's take a look, make sure your brother didn't do any permanent damage," Dad said as he approached us. "Turn around." I did, and felt Dad's hands lightly touching, caressing, my some-what sore cheeks. And then, I feel Dad's tongue, licking my red ass cheeks, first one, then the other, but just for a minute or two. "They're a little red, but I think you'll survive," Dad said in his matter-of-fact voice." Look, why don't you boys step into the shower and get cleaned up, here, in my bathroom. The shower's big enough for the two of you. I'll go get some extra towels." "Sounds good Dad." "Yeah, sounds like a plan." Trip and I walk over to the bathroom, head for the shower. It's big stall shower, like almost the size of maybe two bathtubs. I wonder why Dad needs such a big shower, but then I notice something else. There's this like hose thing, with a nozzle with little holes in the end of it, kinda attached to the shower head. "Hey Dad?" "Yeah son?" "What's this hose thing hooked up in your shower?" "Oh that, that's called a `shower shot.'" Got it few years ago on Amazon. "Oh. Well, what's it for?" "Boys, that's a lesson for another day." - - - to be continued - - -