Date: Fri, 23 Sep 2011 20:47:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Richard Small Subject: The Afterparty, Chapter 16 CopyrightRick 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 it offends you, please leave. The characters are not based on real persons and the scenes described are solely 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 16 Joe and Doug came back from fishing with a full creel; between them they caught enough for everyone, and supper was freshly caught fish and country-fried potatoes. Afterwards, they all went out to the porch to digest while they watched the evening come on. The lazies had caught up with them, and it was nice to just sit and listen to the river in the twilight. When it got too dark to see beyond the porch rail, Max went inside and lit a couple of candles. He and Walt got out the dominoes and settled at one end of the dining table, while the others ranged themselves around the room with their drinks. It wasn't long before Jake and Chad got frisky, and soon Jake climbed onto Chad's lap in the big rocking chair and impaled himself on the thick pole that seemed to develop every time the two of them got within arm's reach of each other. The dark pink helmet of Chad's cock was slick and shiny in the candle light, and it didn't need extra lube to ease it up Jake's chute. Jake leaned back against Chad's chest and let Chad pump slowly into his ass, their balls bouncing noiselessly as Chad flexed beneath him. Chad reached around and began to stroke Jake's rod, pulling his hand up slowly and giving a little twist at the crown before moving back down to press at the root. From time to time, he brought his other hand up and stroked softly across Jake's nipples, tweaking them to hard nubs and then brushing back down through the thick fur on his torso. Doug, sitting across the room, watched the two of them for a while, before he realized Joe was looking at him expectantly from his seat on one of the couches. "What's up, Dad?" he asked. "You look like you have something on your mind." "Just thinking you and I probably have the same idea and you look ready for it, that's all," Joe said, dropping his eyes to Doug's swelling cock. "You want to bring that over here and give me some dessert?" "That a rhetorical question?" Cam joked from the other end of the room, where he and Tim were lying on the other sofa in a sloppy sixty-nine. "You know the doofer's never turned down a hum job. Hell, when we're home you just about can't pry him and his buddy Ben apart." He brought his mouth back to Tim's cock and swallowed it in a gulp, picking up the pace where he'd broken it a moment earlier. Tim groaned and renewed his efforts on Cam's rod, his cheeks swelling and hollowing as he worked the throbbing meat. Joe slid forward on the couch and reached for Doug's hips, guiding him forward till he was standing between Joe's knees, his cock pulsing at a forty-five degree angle between his balls and his abs. The thick, smooth shaft glowed pale in the light of the candles, and the head was taut and shiny with excitement. Joe ran his hand under Doug's balls, hefting them gently as he studied the flushed cap of his dick, then leaned forward and licked the length of the shaft from ball sac to frenum. He held his tongue flat against the underside of the head for a second, then bobbed his head down and licked up again. A coat of saliva began to build on the underside as he continued to lick at the hard cock like a fat candy cane, and Doug began to breathe heavily, his chest heaving. Joe continued to play with Doug's balls, rolling them in his palm and occasionally reaching farther back to run a finger along Doug's taint from hole to sac, as he gradually switched from licking to kissing the teen's rampant dick. When Doug's breath began to hiss between his teeth, Joe opened his mouth and let the first inch of the boy's cock slide across his tongue before closing his lips around it and sucking gently on the head. Doug's hips shot forward and his eyes closed. He moaned softly and began to pump into Joe's mouth. Joe kept a hand wrapped around the pulsing cock, gradually allowing more and more to work into his mouth and then his throat. When Doug's hips began pumping harder, faster, Joe let him work at it for a couple of minutes and then pulled off, tightening his grip at the root of the frustrated teen's dick and yanking firmly down on his ball sac. Doug's eyes snapped open as his hips jerked backwards. "What the fuck?!" he yelled, his abs tight. His chest was heaving and his fists clenched at his sides. "Gotta edge you a little, guy," his dad said, grinning up at him. "Can't let you just fuck my throat till you shoot. I want to spread the joy some, make it last." "Son of a . . . You know I'm ready. Right on the edge. Don't fuck my head like that, Dad," Doug whined. "Oh, I don't plan to fuck your head, son. I do plan for you to fuck my ass – time for some turnabout here." Joe reached over to the side table and retrieved a jar of grease. Dipping a finger into it, he brought out a hefty glob and rolled back slightly to spread it on his hole and work some inside. As he worked, he alternately squeezed and stroked Doug's cock, keeping it hard but not hard enough to cum. When he was satisfied he'd greased up enough, he rolled back farther and pulled Doug forward. "Shove that tool up my chute, son," he said, lifting his legs and spreading them wide. Doug dropped to his knees and leaned into the task, aiming the spit-slicked head of his cock at the tight hole and pushing forward. His cock rammed home in one long stroke and he began jack rabbiting into Joe's hole, pounding into the tight bud with all the strength he could put into his hips. "Whoa!" Joe grunted. "Slow down, tiger. Make it last a minute or two." Doug slowed a bit, but continued to pound hard, slamming into Joe's ass until their combined sweat, spit and lube began to produce a loud "smack" every time he bottomed out. Jake was watching through half-closed eyes, with Chad looking over his shoulder, still stroking him lightly, slowly, and tantalizing his tits as they rocked. Jake began to tense and his balls drew tighter to his body. Cam looked up from where he was chowing down on Tim's meat, and muttered, "You gotta see this, Uncle Tim. The doof is rocking it." He pulled back and they separated so that Tim could sit up and watch the proceedings. Cam replaced his mouth with his hand, and Tim reached over to do the same, their rhythm quickly synching. Walt looked up from the game he was playing with Max and chuckled. "The kid's really plowing your nephew, buddy," he said. He slapped a double two on the table and sat back, eyes gleaming. Max turned to stare for a moment, then brought his attention back to the game. He pulled the last bone out of the stock, and folded. "Hah!" Walt crowed, beginning to count up. "Four games out of five to me. Whose ass is gonna get punished in a couple of minutes? Whose, I ask? And the voice from the balcony answers 'Max's'!" He laughed. "Middle of the floor, buddy, on yer knees. Walt's gonna take ya doggy this time. And the boys are all gonna watch." He stood up and stepped around the end of the table. Doug began to pant, and then to groan. Another minute and he froze forward, his hips locked to Joe's thighs and his ass clenching as he poured out his load. Jake moaned and came, the jizz flowing down his cock like water from a spigot, and the spasming of his ass brought Chad off. He pulled Jake into his lap, hard, and held him there, jerking upward as he shot off. Tim and Cam exchanged a look, then re-arranged themselves on the couch and finished their mouth music, Cam shoving his cock down Tim's throat as Tim jammed upward, both of them moaning around the dick they were sucking. As Tim drained the last of Cam's cum, he let his nephew's pole slip out of its warm confines, and began to chuckle quietly. Cam licked off the final drops of Tim's jizz and slid to the side, stretching out on the cushions with a satisfied grunt. Max moved to the middle of the rug, dropped to his hands and knees, and wiggled his butt. "Come and get it, big boy," he teased. Walt reached for the lube, swiped some on his long bronze cock, and kneed up behind Max. He centered, pushed forward slightly, and then slid home as Max sighed. "I swear, it gets better every time with you, buddy," he said, looking back over his shoulder. "And you can cook, too. Wanna get married?" Walt laughed and stroked into Max's ass a few times. "If I'd wanted to get married, mister man, I'd have asked you years ago." He reached under and grabbed Max's cock, beginning a stroke that matched his own fuck. "How close are you?" "Um. Two minutes?" Max said, curving his back and pressing his butt onto Walt's cock. The rose-colored helmet appeared and disappeared a few more times, Walt picked up speed, and then Max hit his mark and began to spew into Walt's hand. As his ass clenched on the cum, he locked Walt's root and then Walt was coming, banging into the pale rounds of Max's butt until he drained his own balls. He shoved into Max one last time, the thick bronze pole swallowed by Max's hungry ass lips, then fell forward onto Max's back, breathing hard. "Damn, you're a fine fuck," he whispered, licking Max's earlobe. "We oughtta do this more often." Max laughed. "You'll get another chance pretty soon," he said. "Getting close to bed time." -##- Notes and comments may be emailed to me at smaller43@yahoo.com and I will cheerfully answer. Flames will be blithely ignored.