Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2012 03:12:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Gustav Rennick Subject: An Eventful Summer Part 5 An Eventful Summer Part 5 The following day was Dad's last day before returning to home and work. After Uncle Max had gone to work, Dad called Brett and me to his side and started playing with our cocks. "Boys, since I am leaving tomorrow and won't have these to play with any more I want to make the most of the day. That means I want the two of you to fuck me as much as possible. Make me cum as many times as you can. Are you willing, ready and able to undertake this assignment?" I looked at Brett and said, "Ah, geez, Dad, I was planning to go swimming and take a long walk along the shoreline..." Brett listened gravely and interjected, "Well, Uncle Marc, I have to weed the flower beds out front and then..." He could go no further and burst out laughing, "Gee, weed fucking flower beds or fuck my favourite uncle? That's a hard choice..." He leaned in and kissed Dad passionately on the lips and grabbing Dad's cock, "Decision made!" I hugged Dad while stage whispering in his ear, "Oh, I guess I could spend a little time fucking my old man!" I pulled Dad out of the chair and pushed him over the table, "No time like the present," and slipped my cock into his inviting ass. "That's the spirit, son, " he moaned. Brett knelt and sucked on Dad's cock while tugging on the big balls below. My first fuck of the morning did not take long to bring me to climax and my load blasted into Dad's ass which, in turn, caused Dad to coat Brett's tonsils with hot, gooey cum. This began a full eight hours of sex with Dad. By the time Uncle Max returned from work, Brett had blown seven loads into Dad's ass and I had managed nine. Well, the last few loads from both of us were scanty to say the least. We had brought Dad to climax no less than six times. Not bad for a 49 year old man. When Uncle Max walked through the door the three of us were draped over various pieces of furniture, thoroughly wiped, unable to rise. We explained from our prone positions the reason for our exhaustion and Uncle Max groaned in disappointment at having missed all the fun. He quickly striped off his suit, moved behind Dad, drove his cock into his older brother's ass, and asked, "I wonder if I can catch up?" Dad grunted at the intrusion and feebly urged his brother on, "Give it the old college try, Max." Uncle Max managed three loads before admitting defeat. He left his cock in Dad after the last fuck. A few moments later he sighed deeply. Dad also reacted to something Brett and I could not see. We soon realized Uncle Max was pissing in Dad's ass. We positioned ourselves so we could trap any escaping drops. "You know, that's kinda soothing right now. Thanks, Max." "Glad I could help, big brother." The exaggerated politeness caused all four of us to break into laughter. After we cleaned up, we drove into the nearby small village for a restaurant meal. Being in public we had dressed and the discussion of sex was minimal. Part way through the meal, Uncle Max received a phone call from Brian letting his father know he would be arriving at the cottage the day after tomorrow and asking if Uncle Max minded if he brought a university friend with him. Apparently, the friend's family were away and his girlfriend was going somewhere with her parents. Since the friend was at loose ends for a few days, could he come, too? Uncle Max was enthusiastic in his welcoming both Brian home and the friend's visit. Dad was disappointed he would miss Brian. And we talked for a while about what Brian's first year of medical school might be like. When we reached home, we went straight to bed to actually sleep. Dad spooned me and lulled both of us to sleep by gently caressing my body. Dad rose early the next morning to start his trip home. I managed to grab him before he got out of bed and gave him a farewell blowjob, despite Dad's protests he was still too sensitive from the previous day's sex marathon. I was saddened by Dad's departure because I had never felt so close to my father and didn't want that to go away. Brett commiserated and offered his ass to distract me. Fucking Brett did help alleviate some of my despair. I still was down as Brett and I cleaned the house in preparation for Brian's return and his friend's visit. Cleaning up involved a surprising amount of eliminating evidence of all the sex that had happened the last little while. We found sex toys and underwear scattered through out the house. There was also an amazing amount of stray cum on walls, floors and furniture. We also had to air out everything to dissipate the smell of sex which lingered every where. In the afternoon, we tackled the exterior; cutting the lawn, weeding the flower beds and doing the maintenance Brett had not undertaken since I started fucking his tight ass every chance I got. We were both surprised at the end of the day that I had only grabbed Brett twice to fuck him given our previous track record. We commented jokingly to Uncle Max when he came home that we felt there may be something wrong Ð perhaps we had worn out our equipment. Uncle Max considered our concerns with a serious expression and then said, "Let me have a look to make sure everything is alright." With that he took hold of our cocks, we were all nude of course, and felt every inch of them and our balls before applying his mouth to everything. After we had each blown a load down his throat, he declared our equipment to be in good working order. The rest of the evening was a quiet one with a minimum of sexual contact but lots of body contact as we snuggled close while watching television. The three of us had to acknowledge that sexual activity would have to be held to a minimum while Brian and his friend were here, not because of Brian but because of his friend. We didn't want to cause problems for ourselves with a total stranger in the house. The following morning, around 10 am, cousin Brian and his friend arrived. Brian, four years older than Brett at 21, was fairly similar physically to Brett. He was an inch shorter at 6' but had the same very fit physique visible as he wore a tight t-shirt, shorts and sandals. Like Brett his legs were very hairy. One difference was that Brian wore glasses and choose to shave his head: because he was losing his hair according to Brett; because it took less time to care for according to Brian. Brian's friend also had very short head hair but in his case it was because he's a serving infantry officer. Captain Chris Sawatsky was a solidly build fellow. At 27 he stood 6'3" and weighed in at 195. Chris was dressed in the same fashion as Brian: t-shirt, shorts, and sandals, which left no doubt as to his physical fitness. A very typical infantryman. I was in awe at having a real military man in the house. We learned over lunch he had served two tours in Afghanistan and was now in first year medicine like Brian. He was engaged to an army nurse and they were getting married during the Christmas break so she was spending a last holiday with her family thus he was at a loose end. The left side of Chris' face was scarred. I was still young enough to ask directly what had happened. Because Chris was shy about it, Brian shared that the injury was the result of an action which earned Chris medals for bravery for saving the lives of 6 Afghan children. As he recovered, he had applied for medical school so he could help other wounded service men and woman like he had been helped. When I heard this my awe of our guest increased. I stared at him and literally followed him all over the place that first day. I overheard Uncle Max say to Chris, "The boy has a serious case of hero worship." To which Chris nodded and responded, "Yes, sir, he does that. No harm in a little hero worship." I took this as permission to stick more closely to the captain as he tried to enjoy himself and relax. I drank in every aspect of him and tried to imagine him naked. Later that night, or actually early the next morning, I awoke feeling hungry so I made my way down to the kitchen to grab a banana. As I passed the family room I heard a sound. I couldn't immediately place the noise so I moved closer to the doorway. As I moved closer I could distinguish the sound of someone beating off. Wondering why anyone would choose the family room, I peered around the doorframe. To my delight it was cousin Brian. In the light from the television, I could see he had his boxers around his ankles as he watched porn, straight porn, with the sound off. This particular scene showed a doctor and two nurses going at it. I sneaked quietly into the room getting behind the sofa Brian was on without him hearing or seeing me. "Whatcha doing, Brian?" I asked as innocently as I could. Brian leapt a good three feet, "James, what ... uh... when... its..." His innocent act was somewhat diminished by his nudity, his sweaty body and his rock hard cock. He reached down to retrieve his boxers from his ankles all the while attempting to put together a coherent sentence. I moved quickly to the other side of the sofa so we were side-by-side. Dropping my innocent act, I reached out and took hold of his cock before he could cover it with his underwear, "Nice cock, cuz, what is it 6 and a half, seven inches?" He was shocked by my actions and words, "James, what are you doing?" He attempted to back away but was trapped between sofa and coffee table. "I'm playing with your cock, cuz, and in a minute I'm going to be sucking your cock. So relax and enjoy." "You can't ... we can't ... you... I'm... " "You'd think a medical student would be able to form complete sentences. Sit back and enjoy," I shoved him back onto the couch and climbed onto his thighs to hold him there. The rapidity of my actions overcame his superior size and weight. I leaned in and suckled his left nipple while stroking his cock. Despite himself, he moaned. "Just pretend I'm a nurse at the hospital, pleasuring the new young doctor," I said indicating the television with my head. I shifted position so I could get his cock in my mouth and proceeded to demonstrate my cock sucking abilities to my older cousin. After a moment or two he gave up his protests and put his hands on the back of my head, encouraging my actions. "Fuck, James, that feels great... ohhhh, wow," he groaned. The latter reaction engendered by my deep throating his entire cock. I could feel the head hitting the back of my throat and tried something I had read on the internet. I began humming. Brian bucked. Obviously the internet was correct and the vibrations from humming increased the pleasure. Brian was thoroughly enjoying what I was doing, so, being me, I decided to take the next step. I reached under the legs of his boxers, fondling his balls. More bucking. More moans. But his balls weren't my final destination. Keeping my palm on the testicles my fingers began exploring below. I rubbed the sensitive area between balls and asshole on my way to the real treasure Ð his asshole. He was sweaty all over so there was nice lubrication. I ran my index finger around the edge of his hole and over his hole. Either because of what I was doing to his cock, and his balls, or because he really didn't mind, I teased his ass hole for some time before positioning my finger on the hole and applying pressure. There was resistance. I increased my action on his cock. The resistance lessened. My finger slid in as far as the first knuckle. More resistance. More cock action. The resistance lessened. I shoved the rest of my finger in. "Christ almighty!" he bellowed. More cock action. More moans from the Ôdoctor.' I began a fucking action seeking to make contact with his prostate. More moans. I found it. I stroked it vigorously. More moans. More bucking. And then, he exploded. Ten or twelve strong jets of cum shot into my mouth. Brian was moaning and groaning. His body twisted and jumped as he climaxed. Soon he started to come down. His cock became sensitive and he pulled my head off his cock. I left my finger in his ass and shifted forward. I kissed Brian on the lips. His lips remained firmly closed. For a moment. Then they parted and my tongue invaded his mouth. I sucked his tongue and he reciprocated. He tasted his own cum, probably for the first time. My finger remained in his ass. "James? You're finger's in my ass." He apparently expected me to withdraw it. I looked him in the eye, "So?" "Could you remove it? Please?" I responded with more finger fucking, "I will when you're ready." "Ready for what?" he demanded. I smiled sweetly, "Well, cousin mine, for my cock, of course." "What? No way. No fucking way are you putting your cock in my ass." He attempted to buck me off but his orgasm and our relative positions made that impossible. "Oh, yes, I am. And if you have the family trait, you are going to love it." "Family trait? What family trait are you talking about?" "Well, it seems the men in your family, well, actually our family, are all anally focused and all love to get fucked. And, fortunately for them, I love fucking." "Say what? You're crazy! Let me up, now!" "Relax, son, and enjoy." Uncle Max appeared from nowhere. "Dad!" "Uncle Max." Brian and I said simultaneously. "Dad, I can explain this...," Brian exclaimed guiltily. "Explain what son? Your 13 year old cousin..." "Fourteen," I protested. "... 14 year old cousin giving you a blowjob while fingering your ass and you enjoying it. Nothing to explain, I understand." "He... wait, what? You understand?" "Little James here has been fucking the bejesus out of your brother and me for most of the summer. And like he said, we love it. So does your Uncle Marc for that matter." "What!?!?" "Brian, your brother and I have been on a voyage of exual discovery with James here. Brett and I have discovered our assholes and how much pleasure we can derive fro our assholes. I hadn't expected to discover you two down here when I came down but I am glad I did," Uncle Max said soothingly. "Brett and I have never felt so close before and I was hoping you and I, and Brett, could become that close, too." Brian's face showed a range of emotions as he tried to comprehend was his father was saying. Confusion, lust, disgust, curiosity, bewilderment, lust all flashed in turns across his visage. I could tell lust was there because Brian's cock was regaining stiffness. I nodded at Uncle Max who moved closer revealing his rock hard cock to his eldest son. Max leaned across Brian and took the latter's cock into his mouth. I moved off to allow Uncle Max room to work his son's cock. I managed to remove Brian's boxers and Uncle Max raised his son's legs. I dove down and began rimming Brian. Between his father's actions and mine, Brian groaned in pleasure. Once I had the hole sufficiently wet, I positioned my cock and ran it up and down Brian's ass crack a few times purposefully stroking it over the hole each pass. At the moment Uncle Max deep throated his cock, I pushed my cock into Brian's ass. There was resistance but not much. My cock head popped in. Brian groaned. I paused then pushed a little further. Suddenly the resistance was gone and I slid all the way in. Brian gave a half grunt half growl at the intrusion. Brian's virgin ass was incredibly tight and I was aroused at the idea of fucking a virgin, and an older, virgin, adult cousin to boot. I began long cocking Brian, pulling out until just the head remained and then ramming in for all I was worth. Sometimes I misjudged and pulled out completely but this allowed me to drive back in. Sometimes I just took little strokes at the entrance to his hole. In other words, I went to town on an din his ass. At one point Uncle Max shifted positions so his cock hung over Brian's face. After a few moments, Uncle Max lifted his head off Brian's cock and said, "That's it, son, suck daddy's cock, Good boy. Make daddy feel good." He smiled up at me and dove back onto his son's cock. Shortly thereafter I felt spasms through Brian's ass that indicated he was cumming down his father's throat. The tightening of Brian's ass muscles brought me to climax as well. I dumped my load into that hot ,inviting ass. Uncle Max sat back so he and I could see Brian still sucking cock. Uncle Max pulled out and gave a few strokes to his cock splashing his cum all over Brian's face. Seeing Brian covered with his father's cum was very erotic, especially when he tried to capture the globs of hot cum with his tongue and then his finger. Brian was a cum hound. He loved the taste of cum. I leaned forward and scooped some of Max's cum into Brian's mouth, "So, Brian, did you like getting your ass reamed? You want to join the rest of your perverted family and get your ass fucked regularly?" There was no hesitation, "God, yeah. Loved that feeling." Max and I laughed, "Yup, he is one of us, alright." I played with Brian's nipples for a moment and then suggested, "That might be a study for you to do at med school." "What's that?" "Is a love of getting fucked in families genetic or just happy coincidence?" "Think I could get that past my advisors?" "Well, we are willing to give you lots of research data in the mean time," offered Uncle Max. "Wonderful! ..." Brian paused then said, "Oh, wait, what about Chris? I can't let Chris find out about this." The three of us sat back, looked at each other and pondered "What about Chris?" I welcome feedback and suggestions as to where to take James and his family next, and what about Chris? Write to me at gustavrennick at yahoo dot com Remember: Nifty can only provide these stories for your enjoyment if it receives donations from the readers. Give what you can to keep Nifty going.