Date: Sat, 21 May 2011 21:21:10 -0700 (PDT) From: Richard Small Subject: The Afterparty Chapter 11 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 11 When Chad got the last of the cum off Doug's cock, he let it slip from his lips. He gave Doug a cheerful pat on the ass and watched as the young guy went toward the shower to rinse off the oil before a dip in the pool. Then he turned to Jake and winked. "Think you can get it up for me again, baby?" he asked with a leer. "Oh, I expect I could, if I had to," Jake teased back. "But I bet Cam's ready right now." "Not me, guys," Cam drawled from his lounge. "Sun's makin' me lazy. You want another load out of me, you're gonna have to cowboy for it and it'll be a long, long ride." "How about we call it quits for now, and eat some lunch or something?" Jake said. "We can get back to your butt after that if you're still horny." "Too late for lunch," Tim shrugged. "What do you say to a snack now, and an early supper? I have chips and salsa, and I was planning to fire up the grill and do some prawns for soft tacos." "Sounds good to me, Uncle Tim," Chad said, pulling himself halfway up. He reached around and adjusted the backrest on the lounge. "You need help in the kitchen?" "Not for this, thanks," Tim said as he stood up. "Empties?" he asked, looking around. "I'll bring out reinforcements in a minute." He collected the empty bottles and sauntered toward the house, his firm ass glowing in the late afternoon sun. "Fine piece of man," Jake said, gazing after him. "Yeah," Chad and Joe said simultaneously. They looked at each other for a moment, then laughed. "He is," Joe said, "a fine piece of man." "I'm gonna crawl out on a limb and say I think your whole family's pretty much blessed in the manhood department," Jake said as he looked around. "Maybe not your dad, but I haven't seen much of him – I sure haven't seen this much of him." "I think the blessing skipped him," Joe said. "Though I'll admit it's been years since I had a chance to verify that." "Well, thank gawd it didn't skip Chad, is all I can say," Jake said. He looked over at his boyfriend fondly. "Hung, hunky and hairy – just what I like in a man." "Don't forget insatiable," Chad amended gleefully. "And insatiable," Jake agreed, laughing. Tim reappeared shortly carrying beer and snacks. By then, all the guys had showered off the evidence of the afternoon's laziness and were cooling off in the pool. He set everything on the table and joined them, plunging in at the deep end and stroking quickly toward the steps where he emerged like a modern Neptune, water sluicing down his bronzed body. "Got news for you," he said, when everyone had gathered at the table and was supplied. "Had a phone call while I was inside. You'll never guess, Joe." "Okay, I give up then," Joe said with a smile. "Uncle Max." "No shit?" "No shit. He's going up to his cabin at Mill Creek next weekend. Invited us along." "You say 'us' – how many 'us' do you mean?" Joe asked. "I told him who was here – that you and Chad had moved in, and Jake was visiting a lot, and your boys were here for the summer. He said to bring everyone along who could come. Called it a guys' weekend in the woods." "If I remember correctly, the place is rustic but comfortable," Joe said thoughtfully. "No electricity, but real beds, running water, propane. Decent fishing. Jeez, it's years since I was there." "He said we should have a celebration that the last of the women are out of the way, now that Marcie's married." "Round-the-clock poker games, a half-dozen kegs, belching contests?" Joe laughed. "Don't forget the cigars," Tim reminded him. "Whoa! Excellent!" Chad exclaimed. "A weekend in the woods. Woo hoo!" He turned to Jake. "You gonna come with, babe?" Jake looked over at Tim, who smiled and nodded. "Sure," he said, smiling. "Looks like I'm invited – I'd enjoy a weekend at the river." He leaned over and planted a kiss on Chad's mouth. "With the insatiable boyfriend," he added. "So, what do we bring?" "He's going to put together a list and send it to me tomorrow. We'll divvy up food and drink. All you need other than that is a bedroll. Mosquitoes won't be a problem this time of year." * * * * Beer and barbecue were enough to lower the sexual temperature for the rest of the evening, and Chad went off to bed with Jake close behind him before the clock struck eleven. Chad closed the door firmly as soon as they entered his new bedroom, and pulled Jake into a hug, slowly humping his hardness against Jake's. "You are so gonna get it tonight, lover," he teased, running a hand down Jake's back to the top of his ass cleft. He stroked through the small patch of fur that crested his boyfriend's firm butt cheeks and was rewarded with a moan and a shiver that ran from Jake's shoulders all the way to his heels. He slipped his hand under the blue jeans waistband and dipped his finger into the cleft, twisting it in the sweat-moistened valley but avoiding his eventual target. Time enough to tease Jake's tight ring once the jeans were off and he had him spread on the sheets. In the guest room at the end of the hallway, Cam and Doug were brushing their teeth and taking turns in the shower. Glowing from the afternoon by the pool, they took their time, and it was nearly an hour before both had finished in the bathroom and were turning down the bed. Doug looked over at his brother and sighed quietly. Cam appeared completely at peace with the world, his movements languid and his face dreamy with sun fatigue. "Chad sure seemed to enjoy the afternoon" Doug ventured, sliding into bed. "D'ya think he's really insatiable?" "Sure seems like it," Cam said. He clicked off his bedside lamp and pulled the sheet up to his waist, then clasped his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling for a moment. "I've known a couple of guys who got off on bottoming, but not like he does." "What's it like, then?" Doug asked quietly. "Looks like it'd hurt, jamming a cock up your hole like that. I mean, your ass hole's only so big . . ." "Yeah, but it's a muscle," Cam said. "It can relax or contract just like any other muscle. And believe me, when you relax, getting fucked is pretty fine." "You talk like you've been fucking for years, instead of a week," Doug said. "Dad just busted your cherry, now all of a sudden you're an expert." "Tell you what, bro," Cam said. He turned to face Doug. "Dad did a spectacular job. When he started lapping at my hole, it was like a new world opened up, and when he slid that fat dick of his up there, my whole body just came alive. It was like, whoa! Time to wake up now! I had no idea it could feel that good. And then I've had Uncle Tim and Chad up there since, and they both showed me a real good time. A real good time." "You think I should let Dad bust my cherry?" Doug asked. Cam sighed. "Dude. Yes. When you're ready. You've asked me before. Same answer. You won't know whether you like it till you've tried it. And it's Dad's responsibility, 'less he thinks someone else in the family might do a better job, which I doubt." "How'm I gonna know when I'm ready," Doug whined, "if I don't know what I'm doin'?" "Thinkin' about it 'll make you want it. When you're ready. You'll be horny for it. Till then, you're prob'ly not. Ready, I mean." "But I get horny. Just not for that." "You're horny again right now," Cam said. He flicked his eyes down his brother's body to the stiff cock rising from his pubes. He leaned over and licked one of Doug's tits, swiping the tip of his tongue over the soft nub until it rose and hardened on his chest. He reached out and took the other between two fingers, squeezing gently until it, too, rose and hardened, then ran his hand down Doug's torso till it was stopped by the throbbing erection. "Lay back," he ordered, shoving the sheet away and sitting up. "I'm gonna do ya. Just keep your hands out of my way." He trailed his tongue down Doug's front, licking and nibbling at the fur where the swirls came together in a visible mid-line. His chin bumped Doug's cock and he opened his mouth, first nibbling at the head, then taking it in slowly, licking and sucking on it as he swallowed it to the root. Doug groaned and strained, his hips trying to rise off the mattress, but Cam kept him still, pressing his hips firmly back onto the bed as he began to suck seriously. His head bobbed as he took the hard young cock deep into his throat and released it, over and over again, milking it at a steady pace. He could feel the shaft swell as the precum began to flow, slowly at first and then more thickly, until it came in a steady stream out of the distended piss slit, sweetening as it thickened. He shifted his position so that he was kneeling between Doug's thighs, his knees pressed against Doug's and spreading his legs wide. Without slowing his pace, he slipped a finger into his mouth to tickle the top side of Doug's cock, lightly tracing the ridge of the helmet. When he felt he'd got the finger moistened enough, he withdrew it slowly, drooling onto it, before poising it at Doug's back door. He waited a few strokes, still sucking steadily and humming around the shaft, until Doug was relatively calm, writhing and moaning but not straining, then began to stroke the wet finger across his hole. Doug exploded. With a muffled shout, he bucked hard a couple of times and then the cum blasted out like oil from a well. Cam took a moment to slip his finger into his mouth again, slicking it with Doug's cum, then dropped it back to Doug's clenching ass hole and spread the slickness around, pressing it with his knuckle as he massaged. Doug was still writhing and moaning when Cam lifted his head to look up at him. "Like that, did ya?" he asked. "Mm hm," Doug mumbled, his hips finally coming to rest. "Good. Now go to sleep. You're gonna need all your strength for the rest of the weekend." Cam smiled at his younger brother. "And so'm I." He rolled away, took his cock in hand, and brought himself off in a few quick strokes, capturing the cum in his fist before licking it up with a satisfied grin. He pulled the sheet back up to his waist and turned onto his side. "You're a good bro, doofer, and tasty," he said, wrapped his arms around Doug's chest, and slept. Chad had Jake's ankles on his shoulders and was slipping in and out of his boyfriend's welcoming ass, the two of them rocking together on the big bed. Chad's fist was wrapped around the blond's cock, stroking it in time with his fuck. He could feel Jake beginning to tense beneath him, and slowed his pace. "You close, babe?" he asked. "Fuck yeah," Jake whispered. "So close." His mouth was half open and he was staring at Chad's face intently, breathing into the fuck. Chad reached down and tweaked a nipple. "How close?" he asked. He tweaked the nipple again and Jake bucked. "That close," Jake answered, tightening his butt and shoving back onto Chad's dick. "Bring it home, baby," Chad said, bringing his speed back up. "Bring. It. Home." He pounded again into Jake's tight, silky chute and began to spew, heavy globs of cum shooting as he stroked, until it felt like he was dipping into hot, thick soup. "Yeah. Like that," he muttered. "Just like that." Jake began to shoot too, his cum flowing in ropes through Chad's fist and landing in his chest fur, streaking his belly, pooling in his pubes. Chad fell forward, his belly pressed onto Jake's jerking cock, spreading the stickiness between them like frosting on a cake. He pressed his lips against Jake's and they kissed, trading tongues and breath while they came down from the fuck high. Eventually, Chad pulled back, settled his face against Jake's shoulder, and sighed. "You're the best, babe," he said softly. "You're the one." "You too, sweetheart. You're it," Jake agreed. He reached over to the bedside table and switched off the lamp. Wrapping his arms around his lover, he stroked Chad's hair for a minute then laid his cheek against Chad's forehead and closed his eyes, his ankles lying on the small of Chad's back, Chad's cock still firmly locked in his ass. "Perfect," he mumbled before he, too, slept. -##- Notes and comments may be emailed to me at smaller43@yahoo.com and I will cheerfully answer. Flames will be blithely ignored.