Date: Sat, 11 Apr 2020 18:48:13 +0000 (UTC) From: Friedrich Craig Subject: Bachelor Party Memories - Part 4 Bachelor Part Memories -- Part 4 In the FANTASY world I have created in this story anything goes. My FANTASY world involves sex between men and boys, incest and unsafe sex. I do not promote any of these things in the world we all live in. If you cannot separate FANTASY from reality, are offended by the subjects of inter-generational sex, incest & unsafe sex or this material is illegal where you live; DO NOT READ this story. If you enjoy the writing and/or have comments or suggestions, please contact me at: fitchBoy@att.net I hope you enjoy Nifty as much as I do and I urge you to show your appreciation by supporting the site with a donation. A few years back Nifty was different, full of ads, they were annoying, but they paid the bills and kept the site up and running. They are gone now, so we all need to do our part to `pay the piper'. I started this series over three years ago. After I posted parts one and two, I had some health problems and was not able to write. Then after finally posting part three over two years ago all hell broke loose and I have just been keeping the story alive in my head. Once again, I am glad to be able to get back to writing and post the fourth and final chapter of... BACHELOR PARTY MEMORIES... Where we left off: Grandpa Tyler said that must mean there is something missing from my memory that my brother knows. I told him I was beginning to think the same thing but when I tried to remember what life was like with my brother before he left home, or with my brother and father, before my father died, I drew a blank. When the women got back from shopping, I learned that Jenny and I were going to be joining the Tyler Family the next day in the celebration of the anniversary. Because all of the family could not be there on the Oldest Tylers' actual anniversary, the day of Jenny's and my wedding, the big event, a vow renewal followed by a large family dinner, would be the next day. Jenny informed me that all of the men, including me, would be spending the day at a different resort having a "Bachelor" party while the women would be at a spa having a "Bachelorette" party. Grandpa Tyler told me that I would be surprised by a few things at his "Bachelor" Party. Everybody seemed a bit worn out from our day. We all had dinner in the same restaurant where we had breakfast together but it was much quieter and more subdued. Everyone started gradually drifting off to their respective rooms until Jenny and I found ourselves alone in the restaurant sipping a final cup of coffee. It was unusual for her but Jenny had suggested we each get a shot of Kalua in our coffee, "Since we are in Mexico, after all". We went up to our room and I was so tired I just shucked my clothes on the floor by the bed and stretched out on top. It seemed like too much work to pull the covers back and get between the sheets. I asked Jenny if she wanted to fuck and she laughed before telling me I didn't look like I would stay awake long enough to finish and added, "I won't have you falling asleep while we make love on our honeymoon, maybe in another 60 years or so, but not yet." When I woke up in the morning, I found myself alone in bed. I stumbled into the bathroom and aimed my cock at the bowl to let loose a torrent of piss. When my eyes began to focus, I noticed a note on the tank. I shook off the last few drops with my left hand and picked the note up with my right. It was typical Jenny: "Good morning Stud, I knew if I left this here you would find it first thing. The "Bachelorettes" are already on the move. I am not sure what all they have planned, but we are starting with Breakfast at the spa. Gramps is waiting for you in his room. Give him a call and he'll get you to his Bachelor Party. Have fun, not too much though. I'll see you at the service and I expect you to be alert. If you start snoring during their vows, I will never forgive you lol. Love you, Jen It took me a few minutes to remember the room number but when I did, I called Gramps. I asked him where I should meet him but he told me to stay put and he would come to me. I told him I'd unlock the door and to come on in. A few minutes later Gramps arrived with coffee and juice as well as some crunchy pastries (I was falling in love with the Bimbo Bakery products available in the little store at our resort). The coffee was iced espresso, sweetened with a generous shot of Kalua and topped with whipped cream. The juice was a huge mimosa. It had more champagne than Juice, but I wasn't complaining. Gramps told me that the rest of the Tyler Men were already at our Party destination getting everything ready. We sat and enjoyed our little breakfast and when we were done Gramps told me to get dressed so we could get going. I had not even thought about putting clothes on yet and realized how strange it was that I didn't think twice about sitting with Gramps while he had clothes on and I didn't. Gramps told me I could just slip into what I'd had on the day before while he picked out an outfit to take with us that I could change into before the Vow Renewal. When I stood up, I felt a little odd. It felt as though Gramps was treating me like a little boy. It struck me as odd, but it felt right too. I liked it. By the time I was dressed I was really feeling the Kalua and Champagne. I had never considered myself a lightweight when it came to alcohol, but at that moment I felt it was kicking my ass. Gramps put his arm around my shoulders and walked me down to the entrance of our resort where a cab was waiting for us. Gramps told the driver I was a bit sick with a hangover. I think it was to explain why I was leaning into him while he kept his arm around my shoulders. As we rode, Gramps hand made its way to my lap where it started kneading my growing cock. While he was playing with me, he leaned over and cooed in my ear, "It's OK baby boy, I slipped a little something in your espresso and your mimosa to help you relax and enjoy your day. Don't you worry about a thing, Gramps will take care of his boy." This was a whole new side of Gramps that I had not seen before. He was treating me like an adored little boy. I loved it. I felt so safe and warm snuggled up against Gramps. His words also had a direct effect on my cock which was now steel hard and leaking like crazy. Just as the cab was approaching the venue for the party Gramps whispered into my ear again, "There are going to be some surprises for you today, but you will love them. I promise I don't have anything but the best planned for my precious baby boy." Gramps paid the cab driver and we got out in front of a gate that appeared to be the only opening in a long hedge. Gramps used a key card to let us in the gate and we walked down a path to the courtyard of an old-style resort. The courtyard was lush with plantings. There was a pool in the center of the courtyard and it was surrounded by small bungalows. From what I saw the place was for men only and clothing was either optional or forbidden. Gramps and I were the only men in the courtyard with a stitch on. I noticed that most of the men in the courtyard were Tylers. It seemed everyone was out there except the college twins and their father. I heard someone say, "Well there he is, the boy of the hour. We were almost getting worried Dad, what took so long?" Gramps replied, "The boy slept late and then we had a leisurely breakfast, he needed it" The voice asked Gramps, "So he's got everything in him, he's ready to party?" "Look at the tent in his shorts and that big wet spot and you'll have your answer." Gramps answered. Then he gave someone my change of clothes asking them to hang it in the bungalow. I was a little confused why they were talking as though I was the guest of honor but I let it slide. Actually, the thought slid right out of my head almost as soon as it popped in there. I was feeling warm and fuzzy, the emphasis on fuzzy. With both hands free, having been relieved of my change of clothes, Gramps started to help me out of what little I had on. I felt shy all of a sudden. I felt myself blush as I started to giggle. Gramps wrapped me in his arms and assured me it was all OK, "Look around you, no one else has anything on. Why don't you help me out of my clothes? Then we'll be naked together." Once we had shed our clothes someone gathered them up and carried them to the bungalow while Gramps eased me into the pool with him. He leaned back with his head on the edge of the pool and held me on top of him, like an otter with a pup. My own cock was hard, almost painfully so. Gramps had a hardon to match jutting up between my legs. My balls were pressed between the underside of my cock and the top of Gramps. He had his arms around me and had his hands wrapped around both of our cocks, squeezing them together. I purred something about how much I liked this and Gramps said, "You always have, baby boy, you always have loved being my little otter. Of course, when we used to do this you were less than half my size and I could float on top of the water holding you on top of me while you played footsie with my cock. I can't count the number of times you managed to get your little feet covered in cum while we floated like this" I was drifting off into my dream when I felt Gramps cock start to shoot. I opened my eyes to see his cum shoot straight up and splash down on our cocks and his hands. The pulsing of Gramps' cock and the sight of his eruption pushed me over the edge and I started spewing like a fountain too. That's when it hit me, I wasn't looking at my little five-year-old dick getting covered in Gramps cum, I had a full-size adult cock and it was spraying cum, just like gramps. As I came down from the high of orgasm, I was getting more and more confused. I just met the Tylers a few days ago. How could I remember being a little boy floating with Gramps? I tried to talk, to ask what was going on but I couldn't find words. Gramps sensed what was up and he just wrapped his arms around me and told me not to worry. He said, "Your Gramps has got you baby boy, just let go and enjoy. It will all make sense before long, I promise" I started to calm down again and I thought I heard Gramps tell someone to "...go get him." I had almost drifted off to sleep when I felt someone kissing me, gently at first, then with real passion. I didn't even have to open my eyes to know it was my brothers tongue dancing with mine and his hand now gently fondling my cock (which was hard again? Still? I couldn't be sure of anything). When I did open my eyes, I saw my brother's eyes searching mine. He broke the kiss smiled down at me and said, "Welcome back, little-bit, I've missed you so much all these years." Gramps asked my brother for a kiss and then told him to give our cocks a good tongue bath and clean up all the cum. My brother obeyed. He dove down on our cocks like a starving man. Once he had cleaned up as much of the cum as humanly possible, he moved back up and the three of us shared a very loving, sloppy, cum-filled kiss. Gramps said it was time we had a nice long talk and started to stand up. The two of them helped me into the bungalow and on into the very large shower. We three shared a long hot shower, washing and fondling and licking and sucking every inch of one another. Then the two of them dried me off. After wrapping me up in a towel and donning their own towels we headed to one of the big king-sized beds in the bungalow to talk. Well, they did most of the talking while I listened and sucked. Gramps started off telling me that he had known both me and my brother since each of us were babies. Our Dad grew up next door to Gramps and went to school with his kids. Dad was the only friend of Gramps' boys who they included in the family play. Gramps laughed and said, "To be honest I always thought your Dad was as gay as could be. You could have knocked me over with a feather when he came home from college in his Senior year with your Mother and introduced her as his Fiancé. I wasn't the only one who was surprised and I think your mother picked up on it. She always was a bit of an uptight Princess and she did not like how familiar your Dad was with my boyss." "We were all at the wedding, but after they were married your Dad got a job about an hour away and we never saw your mother again. Your Dad came to visit, as often as he could, but your mother always had some excuse to stay away. Each of you started to tag along with your Dad on his visits while you were still in diapers." "It just seemed natural for you two to be full members of the family and you both took to it like ducks to water. I always knew your brother here was full on queer. I still believe your Dad was too. I don't think he and your mother ever had sex after you came along because I don't think your Dad wanted to be a husband, he just needed a wife to be a Dad." "You, baby boy, were always a bit of a conundrum. You loved our play, you loved cocks and what came out of them from the beginning. You were just a loving, lovable and affectionate boy who seemed to love everybody. You were too young to know if you had a sexual preference, you didn't really have a concept of gender yet." "If you haven't figured it out by now, every man in the Tyler Family has enjoyed your talented mouth and sweet hole countless times, all before you were six. Then when your Father was killed in that horrible accident it all stopped." "We went to the funeral because you boys and your Dad were Family as far as we are concerned. Your Mother was not happy we were there and made that clear as glass. She made a point of telling us we were not invited to the graveside or the meal after." "We tried to say goodbye to you, but you seemed to be in shock. You didn't even know us. Your brother was old enough that I was able to stay in touch. We had to be sneaky to get around your mother. Since he turned 18 and got away from her, he has been back with us as much as we can manage." "We were all disappointed when he did not hear from you once you turned 18 but I wasn't all that surprised. From what your brother shared with me I figured you had just wiped all of your memories of your Father out of your head when he died because it was more than a 6-year-old could handle. I have always regretted I couldn't be there for you, but your mother wouldn't have it. I suspect she knew your Dad was gay, she felt used and resented it. Blaming us was just easier. By blaming us as a `bad influence' she could make believe your father was the perfect husband and father" "Then, when you invited your brother to your wedding and the date was the same as our fiftieth, we came up with this plan to try to bring you, all of you, back into our family." I have to admit that I heard all of this only on the very surface. While Gramps filled me in on our past, I was all over the two of them sucking and licking their cocks, balls and nipples. I also spent considerable time rimming Gramps and my brother along with burrowing my face into their pits. I surprised myself with how familiar I was with all the wonderful parts of both of them that less than a week ago I would have been grossed out by just the suggestion I would lick or suck those parts of any man. ****************************************************************** I feel the need to explain here that Gramps had me really fucked up. Nothing dangerous, Gramps is a Pharmacist and he knows what can and can't be mixed together. I am not sure of everything Gramps gave me with my breakfast, but along with the alcohol he dissolved some edibles (pot gummy bears) in my mimosa, a Cialis in my espresso and a little bit of something else sprinkled on the Bimbo pastries. All of this combined to bring out the long suppressed natural born cock & cum slut that I used to be. With the story told, the party really got started. I had been oblivious to what else was going on in the room but now realized my brother and I were no longer alone with Gramps. The rest of the Tyler men and boys had joined us in the room and now began to join us on the bed. The youngest, the six-year-old twins kicked things off by turning the tables on me. As they had each given up their cherry holes to me the day before, they took turns fucking me. I was told that neither of them had fucked anyone up until then. They were not big enough for me to feel much but they were very enthusiastic little fuckers. They switched places several times, taking turns in my ass. The whole time I was spit roasted on tiny twin cock. I think I had almost as much fun as they did. When Gramps decided they'd had enough he called time. I think the little guys would have kept going for days, but there was a roomful of Tyler cock to take care of, not to mention my brother's. Just as they had for the past two days, all of the Tyler men used me over and over. Every one of them pumped at least two loads into me, one in front and one in back. Most of the younger men, including my brother came back for seconds and thirds in one or both of my holes. I lost track of how many lodes were fucked out of me during the afternoon. I was too zoned out to count. In spite of, or maybe because of the drugs Gramps gave me with breakfast I was in a sort of dream state. Now, however, I understood the vague memories I had been struggling with since my own bachelor party. All of the cocks using me made me remember, really remember, all the fun I had with this family when I was so young. All good things must come to an end and that afternoon was one of them. It seemed all too soon to me but we all had to get ready for the Vow Renewal and Dinner. There were two bathrooms in the bungalow and each had a very large shower. Men took showers in pairs until everyone but Gramps, my brother and I were showered and dressed. Once again, the three of us showered together and emerged clean and fully sated, at least sexually sated. We met up with the women at the appointed time back at our resort. It was a wonderful, joyous time as we all celebrated 50 years of marriage. This time, Jenny and I took our leave from the party early. On the way up to our room Jenny mentioned how nice it was to see my brother there. She had not made any mention of his presence and I had been a little worried about how I might explain it without telling her everything. I needn't have worried. Once we were in bed together Jenny was very affectionate, but did not seem to want to rush things. As we made out and cuddled, she started to tell me how close she had become to the Tyler women. In a roundabout way, she let me know that the women were very aware of how "close" the Tyler men are. Jenny also hinted that she had a pretty good idea of what went on at both bachelor parties, the one today and mine several nights ago. She didn't seem to have a problem with it and we eventually had a long drawn out session making love. While I was coming in her for the second time Jenny looked into my eyes while gripping my ass cheeks and said, "That's two in me, I wonder how many you have in here", before going into another orgasm of her own.