Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2011 17:32:20 -0800 (PST) From: Richard Small Subject: The Afterparty, Chapter 21 Copyright Rick Small, 2011 This story depicts sexual activities between adult males. If you're not old enough or if it's offensive to you, please leave. The characters are not based on real persons and the scenes described are solely the product of the author's imagination. In the real world, there is risk in every sexual encounter; always play safe. This story is copyright to the author; please be courteous and do not copy or re-post. The Afterparty Chapter 21 Sleeping arrangements that night were switched around a bit. Joe cocked his head at Doug and they went off together fairly early. Chad and Jake remained together, but Walt and Tim paired up and Cam took hold of Uncle Max's mushroom headed monster and pulled him into the front bedroom. As usual, the cabin soon echoed to the slap of flesh on flesh as the men worked in a good-night fuck before blowing out their candles. Joe and Doug were the noisiest, with Joe almost screaming when he worked himself up to cumming, and Doug moaning and wailing the whole time. The others just grinned and went on with their own fucking. A half-hour or so after Joe's loud announcement that he'd cum, Cam heard him say, "So, you want to piss up my ass, son? You haven't cum yet. You can piss me full and then fuck yourself off in it. How does that sound?" "Whoa! I'm up for that, Dad," Doug said. There was a quiet click, and Cam could picture Doug greasing his cock, getting ready to slip it to his dad. Soon there was a quiet groan, and it was clear that Doug was unloading his bladder, followed by the squish and slap of youthful strokes. "Fuck, Dad," Doug whispered. "This is better than I even thought it would be. Your ass is so hot and slick. And tight. Fuck, are you tight!" "You learn to hold it," Joe muttered. "You want to pick up the pace a little? We can probably fuck another load out of my balls that way." "Awesome!" Cam was having his own fun. He'd greased up his butt hole and Uncle Max's fierce dick, and lay back, letting Max enter him at his own pace. Max took his time, bouncing the head of his cock against Cam's tight bud over and over again, finally pressing in just enough that the head slipped through and stuck, the ridge locking behind Cam's ring of muscle. Cam began to pant, wanting more but wanting Max to make it last as long as possible, too. Max pressed a little farther in, then withdrew, letting the corona bounce against the inside of the ring. Again and again, he pressed in, then withdrew, each time pushing a little deeper, until he finally bottomed out, his heavy pubic bush warm and rough against Cam's taint and ball sac. "Aw, fuck, Uncle Max," Cam breathed. "Don't tease, man. Screw my hole. That feels so fuckin' good. But you gotta pound it. C'mon!" "All in good time, youngster," Max said. He shifted position slightly and flexed his cock, banging it against the underside of Cam's chestnut. "Yow!" Cam yelped. "Fuck!" Max pulled back and began to slide forward again, a little faster than before. Then he did it again. And again. Soon he had a steady pattern, two or three solid fuck strokes followed by a twist of his hips and that banging up against Cam's nut. Cam began to sweat and writhe, whining under the assault of the biggest dick he'd ever taken or wanted to take, loving every second of it. Walt had Tim speared on his cock and was sawing into him, dark coffee against cream, his lithe body and heavy hangers sinuous and strong. In the dim light of the single candle, Tim could see a drop of sweat form in Walt's left arm pit and he tried to lift up so he could lick it off. Walt wasn't having any of that. He took each of Tim's ankles in a hand and bent him in half, lifting his hips slightly off the mattress and opening access to his ass even farther. Tim reached down and began to stroke his own cock, rubbing it in time with Walt's slamming pace. His precum was dripping steadily and began to flick off every few strokes, spattering across his belly and chest and catching the light like liquid sequins. "Yeah," Tim muttered. "Fuck it in, man. Do it. Pound my hole. Shiiiit, that's good." He looked up and grinned at Walt. "You and Uncle Max hafta come visit us," he said. "Fuck. Keep it up. Keep it up. Yeah." "Can prob'ly be arranged," Walt grunted, concentrating on the pale ass beneath him. "You got such a pretty hole. Such a pretty, tight hole. I could fuck your hole again." Chad had Jake bent over the end of the bed with his cock firmly lodged up Jake's chute, fucking slowly while he jerked Jake's drooling cock. He leaned farther forward and laid his head on Jake's shoulder, hunching from the hips into Jake's small, tight ass. "Ya know, if you weren't already my boyfriend, I'd hafta drag you into my cave," he muttered into Jake's ear. "But I am and you're talking," Jake said. He giggled quietly. "Fuck now. Talk later. Much later. Fuck now." "Yessir, yessir, whatever you say sir," Chad said. He settled into fucking and stroking at a faster pace, his balls banging against Jake's at every stroke, and his hips smacking against those tight buns he loved so much. Too soon, the cabin was awash in the sound of men unloading their balls. Joe was moaning and shooting an almost painful amount of cum up his belly while Doug fired a dozen shots of cream into his piss-filled ass. Doug said, "Fuck, yeah. Fuuuck, yeah. Oh, man. Fuck. Yes!" and dumped every drop of cum in his balls into the mix, them slumped forward, panting on his dad's furry chest. Cam started to cum, tensing up and then tightening his ass ring around Uncle Max's rod, the jizz powering out of his dick and flying up to his face. As he spasmed, he brought Max to the point, and he slammed into his grand-nephew's ass a couple of strokes before locking in place, his cock swelling and twitching in the tight heat of the kid's ass, his balls pulled all the way up to his root. "Fuck, kid," he mumbled. "You really love this dick, don't you. Fuck." Chad felt Jake begin to cum, and pounded into his butt an extra couple of strokes before firing off, the two of them spasming together, Chad's fist overflowing with the sticky evidence that Jake had enjoyed the ride. "Yeah," Jake said loudly. "Yeah. YEAH!" And Chad was right there, with "Fuck. Gah. Damm. Fuck! Fuck!" before he fell forward and tried to catch his breath. Finally Walt reached the point of no return and started to pour his juice into Tim's butt, while Tim's hand turned to a blur and he popped his load across his belly and into his pubes. Walt was grunting at every stroke and soon there was so much cum in Tim's ass it was squishing out as Walt pushed in. When Walt finally decided he'd shot his last bolt, he pulled out and immediately dropped his face to Tim's ass, licking up the cream that was drooling out of his hole. Neither of them had said anything so far, but once he began to lap the load off Tim's butt, Walt began to moan quietly, muttering between tongue-loads. Finally he pulled back and let Tim's legs down. He smacked him on the hip and grinned. "You want me to lick the rest of you clean, too, boy?" he asked, running a finger down Tim's chest. "Can be arranged." "Naw, thanks, you've done your duty," Tim answered, grinning back. "I like the taste of my own stuff. I'll take care of it. You deserve a rest. That was one fine fuck." He reached down and began gathering his cum on a couple of fingers, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean before scraping up another shot farther up on his belly. Chad pulled his hand off Jake's cock and brought it to his mouth, sucking in the cream that covered his fingers and swirling it on his tongue before swallowing it down. "Shit, he said quietly. "Going back to real life is gonna be a real downer after this weekend." "Tell me about it," Jake agreed. "But, we'll still have the evenings." He turned around and slid up onto the bed. "Won't be the same." Chad crawled onto the bed and settled next to his lover, putting his hand back on Jake's tackle and fondling it gently. Joe poised his butt over the thunder jug and let go, producing a blast of piss and cum. "Damn, that was good," he said, reaching for the tissues and wiping up. "You did good, son." He blew out their candle and slid into the bed. Doug was already snoring softly. "Hate to think we're gonna have to pack up and go back to town tomorrow," Max said. "You boys have been a lot of fun for us geezers." "Shit, Uncle Max. If that's the kind of fuck geezers throw, bring it on," Cam said. "Maybe we should pay you a surprise visit at home one of these weekends, really wear you out!" -##- Notes and constructive comments may be emailed to me at smaller43@yahoo.com and I will cheerfully answer. Flames will be blithely ignored.