Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2017 21:19:46 +1100 From: Story Teller Subject: Jon's Family and Their Friends - Chapter 11 Chapter 11 – Jon's Family and Their Friends Recap: Ben's ass was already well lubed and stretched out so Steve's cock slipped in through Ben's puffy asslips with no difficulty at all. As much as Steve enjoyed a squishy and loose fuckhole, he thought Ben might appreciate something more, so he slipped a couple of his gloved fingers into Ben's ass alongside his cock. And he was right – Ben was soon grunting away in time to Steve's strokes. Meanwhile, at the other end of Ben's body, Ben was re-doubling he efforts at massaging my stretched out ass and sucking off my hard cock. Even though he had only cum minutes before Ben was soon hard too. While his right hand was busy up my ass, he was still able to pull at his cock with his left. Soon all three of us were grunting our ways to pretty much simultaneous and absolutely monumental orgasms. I certainly saw stars afterwards and had to reach around and grab hold of Ben's wrist to stop him moving within my spasming ass. Continuation: Steve and Ben also seemed blown away by it all, as it took us a few minutes to untangle ourselves and drop our cum-covered bodies onto Steve's leather sofa. Once again Ben seemed a bit overwhelmed, so while he recovered Steve and I chatted about what a great session that had been and how we needed to organise another session for the following weekend. Steve suggested we have the session as "TroFFboi's" place. TroFFboi, whose real name was Greg, was mid-30s, a wiry 5'8"/173cm and about 60kg with slightly thinning dirty blond hair, which he'd cut short. TroFFboi is Greg's Recon.com profile name and refers to the fact he is seriously into both fisting and piss, as a bottom. He also has a nice 7 inch cock which he really should use for fucking more often. I pointed out that while TroFFboi's play space (a double garage with no windows and an adjacent toilet and open shower space) would be a great place to play, it would mean we had three guys who were mainly bottoms and Steve as the only top. "Well, what about adding Big Ben?" Steve asked. Big Ben was a former rugby second rower, late 20s or maybe early 30s, about 6'6"/198cm and at least 120kg in weight, maybe more now that he wasn't training as intensively. Big Ben is a fisting top with a nice cock, surprisingly gentle temperament and fucking huge hands. "Woow there! Ben's ass is not up to taking Big Ben's fists," I told Steve. "No, no, of course not. But if we tell him to lay off Little Ben's ass, he'll be fine about that. He'll have yours and TroFFboi's to play with, after all." "And you'll have my Ben's? All to yourself?" I said with a smirk. "Hey, I did OK today, didn't I?" I had to concede he had a point there. And so we had a plan for another session on the following weekend. And perhaps surprisingly, it all came together without a hitch. Both Big Ben and TroFFboi were free and keen to play. We didn't immediately tell them that Ben (who we now started calling "Little Ben") was my son, nor that he was only 17. We only told them that Little Ben was quite young and very keen. When the details all came out on the day it just made Big Ben and TroFFboi even more excited. A few minutes after 5 pm on the following Saturday, Steve was the last of the crew to arrive at Greg's (TroFFboi's) place. We all then stripped off our clothes and moved down to double garage below the modern townhouse where TroFFboi had already set up a sling, some soft gym mats and heaters. It only took a few minutes to set up the second sling Steve had brought within him. In introducing Little Ben to TroFFboi I had explained that in addition to being into fisting TroFFboi was very keen on piss and that anytime Ben needed to piss, he should offer the piss to TroFFboi. He smiled at me when I told him that as we are guests at TroFFboi's "it's only polite" to piss on him or do whatever else he want's with your piss. TroFFboi immediately demonstrated what I meant by falling to his knees in front of Ben and opening his mouth expectantly. I told TroFFboi "Later" and also told Ben that it's OK to just refer to TroFFboi as "the Troff", "Troff" or just "boi". When Big Ben stripped off, Little Ben took an immediate interest. It only took the few minutes while we were setting up the second sling for the two Bens to start running their hands over each other's body. Little Ben seemed fascinated with Big Ben's new but thick black beard, huge hairy pecs and corrugated belly and his even bigger hairy thighs and ass. Big Ben appeared equally interested in my Ben's creamy white smooth skin, nicely rounded ass cheeks and smallish but well defined pecs and abs. I reminded them what they'd both agreed about Big Ben not trying fist his new little buddy, but told them it was OK to fuck. They seems happy with that for the moment. TroFFboi kicked off the festivities by asking if anyone needed to piss. When Steve said "Yes" we all went around the corner into the open shower area where TroFFboi got down on his knees in front of Steve and opened his mouth in anticipation. It took a few moments for the flow to start, but Steve's piss was soon flowing freely. TroFFboi caught the piss in his mouth for a few moments, trying not to let any splash out, and then moved forward to rap his lips around Steve's swelling cock. We then all watched in fascination as TroFFboi kept drinking and swallowing Steve's piss until his bladder was empty. Afterwards TroFFboi leaned back with a satisfied grin on his face and let out a huge belch. "Beautifully sweet," he announced. "I hope you're all well hydrated." My Ben had a slightly stunned look on his face, but his new buddy, Big Ben, put a huge arm around his shoulders, gave him a squeeze and said "God the Troff is one fucked up, horny guy. That's got me hard." And indeed, it had. "Can I fuck you?" "Sure," responded Little Ben with a sudden smile. Back in the play area Big Ben lifted his new little buddy into one of the slings. He then sat down on the provided stool and leaned in to inspect the hole my Ben had worked so hard on stretching out over the last few months. After a careful visual inspection, Big Ben leaned in further and ran his tongue over the newly stretched out puckers and creases. "That is truly the prettiest, little pink hole I think I've ever seen. I can see you've been stretching it out. With toys? Have you been fisted?" Big Ben gushed. "Um," said Little Ben, suddenly shy and at a loss for words. "I've been playing with vegetables – carrots, zucchinis and the like – for a while now. And a couple of months ago Dad, Jon I mean, gave me access to his toy collection. And then last week Steve took my fisting cherry. That was the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me." "So Jon's your dad? I suspected that when I saw the two of you together. And his attitude is rather protective," replied Big Ben. "You really like my ass?" "Yeah, it really is the most beautiful asshole I have ever seen. The only way it could get more beautiful is if it were even more stretched out and pouty." The big guy emphasised this by again leaning in and running his tongue over and around Little Ben's hole. And then he settled in to make a banquet of it, encouraging Little Ben to relax his ass and open his hole up so that Big Ben could get his tongue up further into the ass. After a few minutes of this Big Ben stood up and slipped a condom onto his nice sized cock, lubed himself up and then asked Little Ben, "You ready?' "Fuck me hard," Little Ben responded. And that's what Big Ben did, working Little Ben's ass from every angle as hard as he could, getting him to flip over onto his belly for a while and then rotating him full circle back onto his back. "I'm sorry my cock isn't bigger, but I love your ass so much. Tell me what I can do to make it feel good?" Big Ben asked his new little friend. "Don't say that. Your cock was fantastic. Of course I want you to fist me, and I hope you want that too, but we promised Dad we wouldn't do that tonight. "Help me work on stretching out my ass some more. With a bit more stretching, I'm sure we can convince Dad that you fisting me would be fine." While all this was happening I was on the other side of the play room at the other sling, getting ready to fist our host while chatting to Steve. I was also keeping half an eye on the two Bens. "What was that you said about me having Little Ben all to myself?" Steve joked. "I'm sure it's just a passing fancy and Ben, the little one I mean, will be shaking his ass in your direction any time now," I responded. Concentrating on doing a good job fisting TroFFboy's nice ass, I didn't follow the details of the two Ben's conversation, but soon enough the prediction I had offered Steve came true, sort of. Big Ben came over to Steve and explained that Little Ben wanted Steve to fist him again. Then both Steve and Big Ben went back to the other side of the room, Steve to work over Little Ben's ass and Big Ben to watch over them both like some huge protective, nipple tweaking deity. "I guess it's just you and me, then" I told the Troff. But that was fine; we'd played together one on one a few times before and were more than comfortable with each other. "So, that's your kid?" he asked. "Yep, the younger one." "How'd the older one turn out?" he asked. "That's a whole different story I'll tell you another time," I said with a laugh. And just to make sure we stopped gossiping about my screwed up family, I pushed my fist further into the Troff's ass. "Hey, you've opened up a lot since I was last here." "Yeah, I've been playing with Big Ben," he said. "That'll open anyone up, though I guess that's over until he recovers from his infatuation with your cute son." "Infatuation? Is that what you think it is?" "Yep, thought that as soon as I saw them pawing each other and looking into each other's eyes. You can try deeper, if you like," TroFFboi said, referring to my distracted fisting of his ass. "Well, neither seem like the possessive type," I said, with fingers crossed behind my back, thinking about Ben's selfish attitude regarding the toys Mark wanted to borrow. "Maybe Big Ben will play with you despite anything those two have going on." Then, changing the subject, sort of, I said, "You've been taking Big Ben's big paws up your ass on a regular basis? Shit, I've only taken one of those fists on a couple of occasions, and each time my ass was tingling for a week afterwards. He's a seriously big guy." "Yeah, well, I think he has really opened me up," the little pig said. "First it would be one of his huge fists, then it was an even bigger toy, then he'd go back to his fists. The last couple of times we've played he's had one fist and half of the second one up my ass. I tell you, there were dazzles in front of my eyes after that. "You should seriously try and push your second fist in." "Sure," I said as I pulled out my right fist so that I could properly lube up both hands and work yet more lube up the Troff's ass. And sure enough, it didn't take that much effort to get both my hands up the Troff's ass. "Oh, that good," he said. "Keep pumping your hands into me." The Troff is only a little guy, but he could really take a fist pounding. But after 20 minutes of me forcing both my fists up his ass we both agreed it was time to take a break. "Troff, you wanna take a load of my piss?" I asked him. "Love to. Been wondering when the next bladder would need some relief" We moved out to the shower area and were followed by the other three, who had also decided to take a break after Little Ben's ass had received a good stretching from Steve. Once again Troff got on his knees and opened his mouth. And once I started to piss, Troff moved forward to clamp his lips around my cock head and swallow my salty piss for all he was worth. And again he released a huge belch afterwards. (Not sure what it is about piss play, but there always seems to be a lot of belching.) Then Big Ben said he needed to piss, and Little Ben, my Ben, my younger son, surprised us all by asking "Troff, is it OK if I take this?" Troff, the perfect host as always, got up from the shower floor and indicated that Ben should take his place. "You don't have to swallow it all," I told him. But he replied, "That's OK, I want to swallow it all. Or at least as much as I can." So we all watched in wonder as huge beefy Big Ben stood with his massive legs apart, towering over my Little Ben, trying to piss on his face. The only slight problem was that Big Ben was so excited and had such a hard erection that it was difficult for him to piss. But with some licking of the cock head by Little Ben and Big Ben's gentle rubbing of his own belly, Big Ben finally started to piss and the flow was huge. Little Ben took some in his mouth and was able to swallow it, but while he had his mouth closed swallowing, piss kept raining down on his head, soaking his hair and face. But it didn't really matter as it was clear that both Bens were having a great time. It seemed like the flow kept coming and coming. From time to time Little Ben took some in his mouth and swallowed and all the time he kept beating his hard cock. And then right at the end, when Big Ben's flow finally started to slow, I kid you not, Little Ben came, throwing cum across his wet stomach and chest, his face, his hair and even, I think, over his shoulder. As soon as Big Ben had stopped pissing and Little Ben had stopped pumping out his semen, Big Ben reached down and pulled Little Ben up onto his feet, and into Big Ben's arms. And then Big Ben bent over and kissed his little buddy on his lips, hard, and then started systematically cleaning up Little Ben's face and neck with his lips and tongue. My inner teen girl suddenly wanted to cry out "OMFG". Those guys really did look like they were in love, or at least infatuated, as Troff had put it. After that, we returned to the playroom in the same groups. Troff and I returned to the first sling, though this time it would my turn to be fisted. And the Bens and Steve returned to the second, where Steve resumed his fisting of Little Ben's ass until Big Ben surprised us all by announcing he wanted to be fisted by Little Ben. We all gathered round to see this special event. When the sling groaned a bit on Big Ben climbing into it, Steve and I both looked at each other thinking, shit, is that frame going to hold, but there was no problem. Steve then stepped forward to offer this guidance to Little Ben as fisting coach. "Big Ben, I thought you only topped. Have you actually been fisted before," I asked him. "Yeah, once, but it was a long time ago." "Big toys?" "Not recently ..." "So why do you want Little Ben to do this?" I asked. "I just really want to share the intimacy of fisting with him. I really want to feel him inside of me." And so we watched as Little Ben pushed three then four of his fingers up his big new friend's ass, and then alternately worked four fingers from one hand in followed by four from the other. Finally we could all see that Big Ben was ready to take Little Ben's fist. Little Ben tucked his right thumb into his right palm, bent his hand into a cone, and pushed it all up between Big Ben's huge hairy ass and through his asshole. Both Bens called out "Yes!" at this joint achievement and then Big Ben, almost without warning, came, shooting cum all over the place, and having barely touched his cock while Little Ben was playing with his ass. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Big Ben kept on saying, his whole body shaking while cum continued to spew out of his dick. Steve as fisting coach sensibly got Little Ben to ease his hand out of Big Ben's ass at this point. And then the two Bens were hugging and kissing each other, and I think Big Ben was even crying and apologising for not being able to hold out longer. I have to say it was one of the hottest and most intimate things I have ever seen, and I felt privileged to have been there. Ben's 18th birthday was coming up quickly and in fact was only two weeks away at that point. While we were sitting round drinking beer after the session at TroFFboi's Ben told me that he wanted his birthday present to be being fisted by Big Ben. "Wow, that's be awesome," said Big Ben who was sitting next Little Ben with what seemed like a protective arm around his shoulder. Everyone could see I was still in paternal/protective mode, so Steve said, "The kid has made good progress. I had a few fingers in addition to a fist up his ass today and he was asking for more, as always. "And it's not like Big Ben would just shove his fist in regardless. You and I have both been fisted by him and you know he's very aware he could do some damage with those big paws and so is doubly careful. "Why don't we keep Little Ben on his ass stretching regime for the next two weeks and see how we go on the big day. "Besides, at 18 isn't Ben supposed to be able to make his own decisions?" I thought about it for a minute and had to agree that Steve some good points, especially the fact that at the end of the day it was Ben's decision. "OK, OK," I conceded. "Let's go with Steve's plan." So then the discussion turned to where the birthday party would be held. Ben said he really wanted to go to a sex club, so we talked about places where we could hire a large play space with slings, preferably more than one. Steve and Troff had a couple of suggestions, but the idea of a sex club encountered a surprising obstacle – Mark. When I told Mark about the party plans, Mark insisted that Emma had to be invited. I wasn't sure how the others would react to a woman joining us (and I was a bit freaked out myself, as it was a long time since I'd last encountered a woman in a sexual setting), but even given her tall and athletic build and small breasts, there is no way we could smuggle her in to a male sex on premises venue. When I explained we wouldn't be able to get Emma into the sex club, Mark replied, "Well, you'll just have to find another place." I discussed it with Ben, who definitely wanted to Mark to be there and was remarkably, I thought, relaxed about a woman joining the festivities. "I can go to a sex club another time. Why don't we just go back to Troff"s?" Ben asked. And that was what was ultimately agreed, once I'd spoken to Troff, Steve and Big Ben. Everyone agreed Emma could be invited and I got the impression Troff and Steve were also keen to meet Mark. I'd told Steve about Mark when I'd set up the first fisting session between us and Ben. And it seems Troff had asked Steve about my elder son after I'd mentioned him during the session the following week. Fucking gays! All size queens and always gossiping about big dicks. In all, the list of invitees was me, Little Ben, Big Ben, Steve, Troff, Mark, Emma and, by popular acclimation, Sly Sam. That gave a count of three tops (Big Ben, Steve and Mark), three bottoms (Little Ben, Troff and Sam), Emma and me. Big Ben had a sling he could bring, so that was a total of three slings, and Troff said he had some extra gym mats he could lay out. A few days later I suggested to Ben and Mark that we have a "family only" training session for Ben's ass prior to the birthday bash. I could see that Ben wondered about whether he could get Big Ben invited (he'd been across at Big Ben's just about every night since they'd met) and that Mark thought about Emma, but in the end they agreed to keep things "simple" and "family only". Hey Guys, if you're enjoying this story, can you please make a donation to help keep Nifty going. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html