Date: Tue, 22 Sep 2020 19:34:03 +0000 From: Neil M Subject: McGregor & Sons: Chapter 4 McGregor & Sons: Chapter Four Hey everyone! Just a reminder that if you love all of the fun and sexy content on Nifty, please feel free to lend your support and send a donation. http://donate.nifty.org/ All characters and events depicted in this story are purely of my imagination. Any resemblance to incidents and people alive or dead is totally coincidental. This is completely a work of fiction. If you are a minor or are not legally allowed to read adult content such as this where you live, please refrain from reading any further. Authors Note: By writing these stories, I am in no way endorsing nor encouraging any adult to engage sexually with a minor. These stories are simply fantasies and should only be interpreted as such. The summer of 1969 had started out fairly quiet for the McGregor clan. School had ended, the sun was at its highest point in the sky, and all the McGregor boys were a year older. Aiden was now fourteen and just finished the seventh grade with straight A's. Wanting to be a writer someday, he never went anywhere without his journal. Sixteen year old Patrick was evolving into quite an outstanding ball player. Now standing over six feet tall, his baseball coach didn't think it would be long before he was drafted by the MLB. Junior, now eighteen, just graduated high school and would soon begin training to learn carpentry. Joe couldn't be more proud of his boys. Though he felt like they were growing up too fast, they all seemed to be heading in a direction that individually suited them. That being said, he still held out hope that at least one of them would want to stay close to home. From time to time, he worried about managing the farm without them. However, at thirty-nine, he was confident that he was still young enough to handle the workload that his fields required. Being out in the field was the reason he had forgotten to pick Paddy up from baseball practice. Knowing Junior was still in town at the lumber yard, he called their office asking his son to collect him. Junior walked into the locker room looking for either his brother or his baseball coach, Mr. Ballard. Once inside, he turned a hallway corner, looking into the window of coach Ballard's office. Junior got an unexpected surprise when he saw his brother wearing only a jockstrap, on his knees in front of coach Ballard's crotch with his cock in his mouth. The forty-four year old man stood with his pants around his ankles, while the sixteen year old sucked and slurped on his dick. Junior stood quietly watching, rubbing his crotch as his brother's head bobbed up and down on coach Ballard's member. Suddenly, the coach's eyes met Junior's, causing him to jump. "Oh shit!" Coach Ballard quickly pulled his pants up. "What's wrong, coach?" "Your fuckin brother's out there," coach said in a whispered tone. Unfazed, Patrick stood up. In his jockstrap, he walked out of the office, much to the horror of his coach. Now standing by the lockers, he humorously greeted his brother. "What are you doing here, you pervert?" Junior smiled. "Hey, I didn't know you were gonna have your head buried in your coaches lap. Dad told me to pick you up." Ballard nervously joined the boys. "Hello there, Joseph! Ya know, I just asked your brother to check out a weird mole on my... "He's fine, coach," said Patrick, "We do this at home all the time." Now, it was Junior's turn to be horrified, "Geezuz Paddy!" Coach Ballard took note of how relaxed the boys were. "Really?" said coach. "The two of you...together?" Both Junior and Patrick nodded. Patrick jokingly grabbed Junior's crotch, his brother slapped his hand away. Coach was grinning broadly now. "Hey, would you boys be interested in..." Before he had a chance to finish, Patrick grabbed Junior's arm, pulling him into coach Ballard's office. About five minutes later, Junior was buck naked. Now he was the one blowing coach Ballard as Patrick blew him. Coach Ballard, who was also completely naked, guided the back of Junior's head with his hand. Junior sucked the man's dick with vigor, enjoying the musky, athletic scent, drifting from between his legs. While Junior serviced the coaches dick, Patrick buried his face in his ass. Licking his coaches hole, he jacked himself off, getting his dick nice and hard for what was about to happen next. "Alright bitch, time for you to take it like the little sissy you are!" Patrick pulled his coach away from Junior's mouth as Junior stood up. Patrick then kicked the back of one of coaches knees, making him drop in front of Junior. "Suck my brother's dick...now!" Coach willingly obeyed. "Yes sir," he said. Coach gobbled up Junior's cock like a hungry wolf. Patrick rubbed the coaches K-Y on his hole, fingering it in the process. Coach moaned as his young student molested his asshole with his fingers. Patrick grabbed the back of coaches neck, pulling him off Junior's cock and bending him over his desk. "Okay coach, now you're gonna be a good girl and take me and my brother's dick, right? SAY IT!" Patrick slapped Ballard's ass hard. "AH! I'm gonna be a good girl and take you and your brother's dick sir!" Hearing this made Junior's cock stiff. Patrick motioned for Junior to walk towards him. Once in front of his brother, Patrick lubed up Junior's cock, then positioned it on coaches hole. Junior showed no mercy when he shoved his dick inside the coach. He yelled out loud when Junior entered him."Aahhh!" Junior grabbed a hold of coaches hips, holding on tightly as he fucked the man senseless. "Yeah, you like dick, don't ya, slut?" Patrick continued to yell at his coach, antagonizing him before shoving his cock in his mouth. Patrick mercilessly pumped coaches lips, making him gurgle and gag in the process. A short time later, Junior, coach and Patrick were all stacked on top of each other as the McGregor boys double penetrated the coaches hole. Ballard moaned and whined as Junior pumped his hole from above and Patrick pumped it from below. Patrick reached up and slapped his coach across the face. "Whadaya say to my brother for giving you such a good fuck, huh?" Trembling with pleasure, coach answered Patrick. "Thank you, Joseph sir!" Patrick repeatedly yelled at his coach, saying whatever humiliating thing to him that came to his mind. Junior forcefully thrust his cock up the coaches fuck chute, enjoying himself as he destroyed his hole. Turned on by having his hole stretched to the limit, coach Ballard sprayed cum like a water sprinkler. Then, almost in unison, the McGregor boys filled coaches orifice with jizz. After a quick shower in the locker room, Junior and Patrick jumped in their pickup and headed for home. Junior looked at his brother, inquisitively. "So, when did you start fucking Mr. Ballard?" Patrick gave his brother a side glance. "I don't know, a few months ago. He's a groovy enough guy and he lets me play whatever position I want." "Yeah, I'll bet." Patrick punched his brother's arm making him wince. "I'm not fucking him because of that." Junior kept on drilling his brother. "I thought you were going steady with Mary Beth?" "I am," said Patrick. "But she'll only suck my dick. So, I go to the drive-in to make out with her and then when I need a piece of ass, I screw coach...or Andy Powell. Junior was dumbfounded. "Andy Powell?! The senior quarterback?!" Patrick looked at his brother with a shit eating grin. "Yeah...so?" "Damn Paddy! What? We don't give you enough at home?" Patrick looked out the window, shrugging his shoulders. Junior could tell his brother wanted to say something. "What?" "I don't know, Junior. Dad's always busy and I know you and Aiden are kind of a thing now, so..I don't want to get in the way." Junior felt bad. He hadn't meant to make Patrick feel left out. "Paddy, you're our brother. You're never gonna be in the way." Patrick paid attention as Junior spoke to him. "Besides, Aiden likes it when you touch him. I know he'd be disappointed if you stopped." Patrick looked at Junior, raising one eyebrow. "Really? So my little brother thinks I'm a stud, huh?" Patrick slid back in his seat, reclining while putting his hands behind his head. Junior half smiled, rolling his eyes. "Gimme a break." The next evening, Aiden was in his room. Lying on his stomach, he turned the pages of the book he was reading on his bed. For a moment, he swore he thought he heard a sound. However, when he turned around, there was no one there. He figured the sound must've come from outside his open windows. Aiden loved feeling the cool night breeze on his nude body. He thought it felt like hands were touching him. Right that next moment, he experienced a pleasant and sudden surprise. Something warm, and wet was gliding up and down his asshole. Overcome by how good the sensation felt, he arched his back; raising his little butt in the air. Feeling hands parting his cheeks, he finally looked back again. At first he expected to see Junior or his father behind him. To his pleasant surprise it was his other brother, Patrick. Naked and full of lust, Patrick slithered up his brother's body. "Man, you got a tasty little bubble butt, kid." Aiden always thought it was funny when his brother, who was just two years older than he was, called him kid. "Thanks Paddy." Patrick licked and kissed his way up to Aiden's neck, making sure to suck on his earlobe once he got there. Aiden's boy cock hardened as his older brother skillfully seduced him. Patrick made Aiden roll over. Once facing him, he looked deep into his eyes, like he was about to say something important. Instead, he began to kiss his brother's neck and chest. Feeling the pleasure of his brother's touch, Aiden's body writhed. After he rolled their bodies over again, Patrick sat up, straddling Aiden across his lap. Dipping his fingers into the jar of Vaseline he brought with him, he heavily covered his dick with the jelly. Slowly, he inserted his greasy cock inside of his brother. Looking into each other's eyes, both boys began to move their bodies. Patrick pumped Aiden's hole as Aiden pushed his butt down on his brother's penis. Finding a rhythm, they began to fuck. Patrick wrapped his arms around his brother's waist, sweating and panting as his cock started to quickly slide in and out of Aiden's tight, warm, rectum. With his arms around his brother's neck, Aiden pushed his hole onto his brother's cock, blissfully enjoying how it filled and stretched his boy pussy. Though Aiden's physical body had only changed slightly in the past year, Patrick had grown much taller and stronger. In one quick movement, he was on his knees, being sure not to disconnect with his brother's body. Steadily, he began to bounce his brother's ass up and down on his dick. Aiden, clutching his brother's cock with his ring, rode him with abandon. Feeling the intensity between them, Patrick and Aiden held on to each other, desperate not to let go. Patrick aggressively fucked Aiden, his brother's small moans fueling the thrust of his hips. Aiden had never been taken by anyone like this before. Holding on to his brother's body, he didn't try to control the lust he was feeling for him. At this moment all he wanted was to be owned by Patrick, and for his big brother to fuck him as hard as he could. In the middle of his thrusting, with one hand, Patrick grabbed Aiden by the back of his head. Pulling his brother closer to him, his grip on his body tightened as he let his orgasm flow out of him. Like a pipe bursting inside his body, Aiden's hole began to run heavily with cum. Hearing his brother grunt loudly as he popped, Aiden also let go of his load, panting as he did so. Forcefully, his cum shot from his penis, soiling Patrick's stomach as well as his own. Covered in jizz and sweat, Aiden laid his head on his brother's shoulder. Patrick unclenched his body and began to gently rub his lips against Aiden's face as he softly massaged his back. Falling forward, Patrick laid Aiden on the bed. He lay down on top of him, rubbing the sides of his face with his hands. "Wow kid," he said to his little brother as he caught his breath. Aiden smiled broadly, holding on to his brother's muscular shoulders. "Yeah," was all he could say. Unexpectedly, Patrick put his mouth on Aiden's, kissing him deeply. Aiden was shocked. It was highly unusual for his brother to passionately kiss anyone on the mouth, except for their father. However, Aiden quickly responded to his brother's kiss, wantonly returning his brother's affection. Both boys held on to each other, moaning and panting, sensually. Aiden ran his hands across his brother's firm, muscular back, savoring the masculine feel of it under his hands. Patrick touched Aiden's soft, smooth skin. The scent of his brother's body drove him absolutely crazy. Once again locking eyes with his brother, Patrick finally said what he wanted to say earlier. "I love you, Aiden. You know that, right?" Aiden looked at his brother's face; sincerely, he returned the sentiment. "I know you do, Paddy. I love you too." Patrick kissed his brother one more time before he climbed out of bed. Aiden looked at his brother, curiously. "Uhh, I got practice tomorrow so I'm gonna go sleep in my bed, okay?" Sitting up, Aiden looked at his brother. "Yeah, that's okay, Paddy." Patrick smiled as he ruffled his brother's hair. "You're a groovy kid, Aiden." Patrick stood up and headed for the door. Glancing back at his brother, he flashed him the McGregor trademark half smile. Aiden watched his brother leave the room. As he lie back in bed, he thought about Patrick. Though Aiden was young and didn't know much about life, he realized how hard it was for his brother to get close to people. All Aiden could do is hope that one day, Patrick would realize he was safe with him. A few hours later, Junior attempted to quietly stumble into the house. He'd been out drinking and smoking weed with his friends and didn't want his father to know how messed up he was driving his pickup home. As he slowly ascended the stairs, he couldn't wait to crawl into bed with his little brother and tell him a funny story about how his friend Bobby accidentally pissed his pants. Trying not to make noise, he walked into Aiden's room, closing the door behind him. Stripping off his clothes, he crawled into bed with his little brother. Once in bed, he tried to wake Aiden, kissing him softly on the forehead. Aiden slowly opened his eyes. "Hi Junior...what time is it?" Realizing how late it was, Junior felt bad for waking his brother. "Sorry, buddy. We'll talk tomorrow. Go back to sleep." As Aiden cuddled up to Junior, he imagined Patrick was nuzzling him from behind. November 1969: Seeing them through the kitchen window, Joe watched his boys play football. They had gotten their first snowfall of the season last night and the boys were having a blast outside playing in it. When Joe heard the phone ring, he answered it, anxiously. He had called his brother yesterday and left him a message. Now he was returning the call. "Hello." "Joe?" "Hey Michael! Happy Thanksgiving, little brother!" Joe's younger brother Michael lived in Canada. Even though their families lived so far apart, being they were the youngest two of their siblings, they had a close connection. "Happy Thanksgiving to you too, big brother." How are the boys?" "They're great Michael. Actually...well, that's sort of why I called." Joe talked to Michael about the ever worsening conflict in Vietnam, as well as what was happening with the draft. Michael didn't approve of the countries position in the war. Joe was relieved to hear this. "Michael, I believe in this country and you know that to be true. I fought in Korea and sacrificed a lot, and I'd do it again if I had to." Michael could sense his brother was leading up to something. "The thing is...I don't believe in this war, and I'm not willing to risk losing my son to it." All Joe could think about at that moment was Junior. Interrupting his brother, Michael cut in to the conversation. "Joe, you don't have to explain. If they come looking to draft Junior, he can come stay with us." Joe exhaled. Suddenly, he felt as though a large weight had been lifted off him. "Thank you, Michael." After Joe hung up the phone, he looked back out the window. He watched as his two oldest boys held on to their little brother, swinging him back and forth, playfully tossing him in a snow bank. With a smile on his face, he grabbed his jacket and went outside to join them. If you liked this story, please come back and see what happens in the next installment. Please feel free to email me with any critiques, praise or ideas you may have. I always appreciate thoughtful feedback