Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2020 17:36:31 +0000 From: Neil M Subject: Mcgregor and Sons: Chapter 8 Mcgregor & Sons: Chapter Eight 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/ This story is completely a work of fiction. All characters and events depicted therein are purely of my imagination. Any resemblance to incidents and people alive or dead is totally coincidental. This story is copyright of writerguy1. Any redistribution or reproduction of its contents without permission is prohibited. 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. The following tale is simply a fantasy and should only be interpreted as such. ****** Paddy, It's about time you responded to my letter ya big weiner. Haha, I'm just yanking your chain. How have you been little brother? Dad says you did really well your first year away at college. He also said that you have the best batting average of anyone on your team, not that I'm surprised. That's far out! I'm really proud of you. Man, I can't believe it's 1972. Time sure does fly when you're not having fun. Well, you probably are having fun so I won't put words in your mouth. You still hanging out with that kid? I think his name was Stan or something like that. Based on what you wrote about him, he seemed like a pretty chill dude. I could tell you felt like there was something about him that you really liked. By the way, it's perfectly okay to have a crush on a boy. At least in our family it is anyway. I hope you don't mind if I complain a little for a moment, but I gotta get something off my chest. I hate it here, Paddy. I admit when I first got to Vietnam, I really thought I was doing something for the good of my country and that somehow I was gonna make a difference. Now that I've been here for two years, I can't help but feel like it's all for nothing. Everywhere you look there's just chaos and misery. All I know is that I can't wait to come home. How is our baby brother? Goddamn, I miss that kid. I admit, there's a girl I've screwed around with a few times since I got here. But whenever I've been with her, I always end up thinking about him and you. I really love you guys, Paddy. I'm just sorry it took me having to go half way around the world to realize it. Well, I should get moving. You keep doing what you do little brother and I'll catch you later. I love you. Junior ****** Patrick conscientiously tried not to speed as his truck barrelled down highway 10. When he woke up on the couch with Aiden this morning, he realized he was late to pick up his favorite relative from the train station. Uncle Mike was coming down from Canada to stay with him and Aiden while his dad and Carlos drove back to California to collect the last of Carlos things. Now that he was home from college for the summer, he would have a lot of time to spend with his family; especially now that he wasn't seeing Stephen anymore. While he was away at school, he had found the atmosphere of college athletics to be pretty homophobic and in direct conflict with him being in a relationship with another guy. Worried that someone on his team would find out about him, he decided to cut ties with Stephen all together. And though he felt that breaking up with him was a necessary thing to do, he still missed him a lot. Though he felt bad about losing his boyfriend, he was still able to take comfort in spending time with his family. For the last three days, he and Aiden had been home alone, enjoying each other's company. Being away at school, he had completely forgotten how much fun his little brother could be...in more ways than one. Yesterday afternoon, he walked into the house shirtless, wearing a pair of jeans, cowboy boots, and his favorite Yankees cap. Covered in sweat and motor oil from working on his pickup in the garage, he immediately made his way to the refrigerator to find something to eat. "Aiden." "Yeah?" "I'm hungry. Come and make me something to eat." Aiden lie on the living room couch, hypnotized by the soap opera that he was watching on television. "Okay, I'll be right there." As Patrick reached into the fridge to grab one of his father's Budweiser's, he glanced over at his younger sibling in the living room. "Come on A-" Before Patrick could finish his sentence, he caught sight of his younger brother lying face down on their couch, buck naked. Leeringly, he scanned his small 5'4, 110ib frame, taking a mental note of how milky smooth his skin looked in the sunlight. Watching him casually kick his legs up and down, he stared longingly at his little, round, bubble butt. As Aiden continued to concentrate on the tv, he didn't hear his older brother quietly sneaking up on him. Suddenly, he felt something cold and rigid gently poke his asshole, causing him to jump with a start. "AH!" Startled, he quickly sat up. There was his brother on the couch with him, laughing hysterically. Looking over at Patrick, he saw him grasping a long cucumber in his right hand. With a smile, he playfully hit his brother on the shoulder. "You jerk, Paddy!" Knowing where his brother's erogenous zones were, with an evil grin, Patrick leaned forward and began to kiss and suck on his neck. Powerless against his older brother's effective techniques of seduction, Aiden got an erection as he let Patrick kiss and paw at his body. Before they could go much further, Patrick proposed they explore a kinky idea. "Wanna use the cucumber?" Taken aback by what his brother was suggesting, he asked him for further clarification. "For what?" Aiden watched Patrick's facial expression as he slowly lowered his eyes down towards his nether regions. "No Patrick!" "Ah, come on buddy, it'll be fun." Aiden pondered his brother's depraved proposition, realizing he was trying to convince him by using their oldest brother's pet name for him. "But it's too bumpy...it won't feel good." Patrick studied the cucumber closely before jumping up from the couch and heading for the kitchen. When he returned to the living room, Aiden saw that he had peeled the phallic piece of produce, exposing the cool, smooth, flesh underneath. "Come on Aiden, please just try it?" Hearing Patrick say please, he realized just how badly his brother wanted to fuck his hole with the cucumber. Hesitatingly, Aiden decided to withdraw his protest. Slowly sliding down on the couch, he lifted up his legs, showing off his hole for his big brother. "That's my boy," Patrick said with a sly grin. After covering the make shift sex toy with lubricant, he slowly inserted the phallic shaped vegetable into his brother's tight, pink hole. Aiden breathed in deeply, feeling the cool, firm cucumber slide up inside his hole. As the thing moved in and out of him, he unexpectedly began to moan, taking pleasure from the cold, stiff, vegetable his brother was using to fuck him. Seeing how Aiden was liking the cucumber, Patrick became excited. With one hand, he unbuttoned his jeans, yanking them down in order to play with his hardened cock. Patrick watched intently as his brother's breath began to quicken and his legs opened wider. "Play with your cock, Aiden. I wanna see you play with your cock." Aiden willingly did what his older brother instructed him to do. As Patrick watched his brother jerk himself off, he paid close attention to his strained facial expressions as he worked hard to make himself cum. Ever since they were young, Patrick loved watching his younger brother masturbate. He remembered when Aiden was twelve and he was fourteen, how they used to sneak off somewhere private, giggling and kissing each other while they jerked off together. It never failed to make him shoot gobs of jizz. Now, Patrick was nineteen and Aiden was seventeen, and from the looks of things, nothing had changed. With the cucumber still inside Aiden, Patrick shot a huge load, splattering his brother's balls with his creamy, semen that he watched drip down between his legs. Feeling his brother's warm load on his genitals, Aiden let go. "P-Paddy...I'm cummin!" Aiden shot a wet load with such propulsion that it almost splashed his chin. Withdrawing the cucumber from his brother's hole, Patrick slurped some of Aiden's jizz off his chest, then playfully planted a wet, sloppy cum-kiss on his mouth. After a day of work, eating, and sex, both McGregor boys lie together, resting under a blanket on the couch, watching tv. As Patrick gradually dozed off, Aiden settled in for the night with his head against his brother's chest. "Paddy." "Uh-huh." "Is Junior gonna be okay?" "H...be...fi-" As Patrick began to quietly snore, Aiden could feel his chest reverberate against his cheek. Being careful not to wake him, he got up, turned off the television set and the living room lamp, then carefully crawled back under the blanket on the couch to fall asleep next to his brother. ****** Patrick could see the train pulling up to the station just as he was pulling into the parking lot. Jumping out of his truck, he put his cap on and sprinted towards the train station. As he stood waiting on the platform, it didn't take long for his uncle to emerge from the train. At forty years old, with his brown eyes and only a touch of grey through the temples of his brown hair, Michael still looked quite young and fit. At 6'3, he was the tallest of his four brothers and one sister, even though he was also the baby as well. Patrick waved his arms and called out to his uncle, quickly catching his attention. Michael flashed the McGregor half smile at his nephew as he picked up his suitcase and made his way towards him. "Boy, get your ass over here and give me a hug!" "Hey, uncle Mike!" Patrick embraced his uncle, warmly. "Christ Paddy, you've gotten tall." How's life playing college baseball?" "Not bad, sir. Not bad at all." "Well, you're gonna tell me all about it on the way back to the farm." As both McGregor men continued to talk, Patrick picked up his uncle's suitcase, guiding him back towards the parking lot. ****** Pulling up in the driveway, Michael barely had a chance to open his passenger door when Aiden came flying out of the house. "Uncle Mike!" "Kookie!" Aiden jumped up into his uncles arms as Michael gave him a big bear hug and a kiss on the mouth. Kookie was Michael's pet name for Aiden ever since he was a toddler when he used to mispronounce the word cookie. "Are you hungry uncle Mike? I made your favorite dinner." "Wait! You made pot roast, mashed potatoes and apple pie? Aiden playfully winked one eye at his uncle. "Oh my God, marry me, kid!" Patrick rolled his eyes as he lifted his uncle's suitcase out of the truck bed. "Geezuz you guys, get a room." ****** After the guys finished their dinner, Aiden cleared the table, replacing their dinner plates with cans of Budweiser. "Man, I can't believe how good the house looks. Your dad does a good job keeping up with the renovations." "Which room was yours when you and dad were growing up, uncle Mike?" Asked Patrick. "Actually, your dad and I had to share a room. And if I remember correctly, I believe it's the one Aiden now sleeps in." "See I knew it!" Said Patrick. "That's the biggest room in the house. Dad, totally spoils him!" "No he doesn't!" "Yeah, right." Aiden half jokingly began to punch his brother's arm. As Patrick giggled at his brother's attempt to beat him up, he quickly grabbed him by the waist. Pulling his body closer, he gave him a tender kiss on the mouth. Instantly, Aiden's combative energy towards his brother dissipated "Did you wash my "Stones" t-shirt? I wanna wear it tomorrow." "Yep, I'll go hang it up." As Aiden cheerily exited the dining room, his uncle stared at his little bubble butt as he walked by. "I saw that," said Patrick. "I can't help it, the kid's got a cute ass." About an hour and a couple beers later, the McGregor men settled in for a game of poker. " Alright boys, joker's wild and if you lose your hand, you lose some clothes," said Michael to his nephews. "I'm gonna grab some beers," said Patrick. "Uncle Mike, can I have a beer?" asked Aiden. "Of course you can, Kookie. Just don't tell your dad I said you could." Michael playfully winked his eye at his nephew, making him smile broadly. Michael called out to his nephew in the kitchen. "Hey Paddy! Grab your dad's Glenlivet. I know he has some." Michael knew his brother thought it uncivilized to not keep a bottle of good scotch whiskey in the house. Filling three shot glasses, Michael passed them out to his nephews. Standing up at the head of the table, he paid tribute to his beloved nephew in absentia. "To Junior!" "To Junior!" Both Patrick and Aiden echoed their uncle's sentiment before downing their father's finely aged liquor. "Alright lads, let's ante up." A couple hours later, both Patrick and Aiden sat at the table, feeling tipsy and clad only in their underwear. Meanwhile, their uncle faired much better, having only lost his shirt. "Alright boys, whadaya got?" "I fold," said Patrick, taking a swig of beer. "Full house," said Aiden. Michael smiled wickedly at his nephew before cockily laying his cards on the table. "Straight flush!" As his brother and uncle hooted and hollered, Aiden jokingly bumped his forehead against the dining room table. "Kookie...I think you owe me a pair of underwear." Aiden slowly rose from the table. Standing at his uncle's side, he began to tug at his briefs. Michael watched his nephew closely, slowly scanning the young man's body as he stripped in front of him. Now completely naked, Aiden playfully slung his underwear at his uncle's head. Both Michael and Patrick burst out laughing when they landed directly on his face. Taking the small pair of underwear in his hand, Michael held them against his nose, breathed in deeply, then discarded them over his shoulder. Motioning to him with his hand, he beckoned his nephew over to him. Taking Aiden into his arms, Michael began fondling his nephew's bare bottom as he kissed him deeply. Moving his fingers in-between the crack of his cheeks, he tickled the boy's soft, smooth hole. Across the table, Patrick leaned back in his chair. Putting his hand in his underwear, he began to rub his cock as he watched his uncle massage his brother's naked body. Looking past Aiden's shoulder, Michael noticed his other nephew watching them. "Paddy, get over here." Patrick slowly walked towards his uncle and brother, pulling his underwear off as he approached them. Michael met Patrick's lips with his own as the young man bent over to kiss him. Aiden quickly got on his knees, taking his brother's hard cock in his mouth. Patrick reached down, unfastening the button of his uncle's pants. Once he freed his rigid dick from his underwear, he proceeded to stroke it vigorously. Ten minutes later, all three McGregor men were naked on the floor of the living room, pawing, sucking, and molesting each other. Back and forth, Michael took turns kissing and caressing his nephews; his hands continuously traveling along their firm young bodies. Aiden kissed his uncle's neck, slowly working his way down over his furry chest, along his treasure trail, and finally down to his tumescent dick. As he sucked his uncle's penis, Michael leaned over, spreading his ass cheeks, motioning Patrick to eat his hole. "Come on, Paddy. Pay some attention to your brother's hole." Patrick gave his uncle a lustful look as he lowered his mouth onto his brother's pink hole, rimming it with gusto. Michael rustled his hair as he watched him make Aiden's hole wet with his tongue. Turning Aiden on his back, Michael got in a sixty-nine position with the lad, reinserting his cock in his nephew's mouth. As he sucked Aiden's young dick, his brother continued to eat his ass. Tasting precum, Michael shared Aiden's dick with Patrick. Taking turns, one would suck on the young man's cock, then transfer it to the other's eagerly awaiting mouth. Ropes of semen dragged between their lips and Aiden's cock head. Aiden furiously sucked on his uncle's cock, happily gagging himself with his thick member and bulbous head. As he sucked and slurped, he marveled at how similar his uncle's cock was to his father's. Unsatisfied with just a blowjob, Michael wanted more from his nephews. With a couple of quick movement's, he repositioned himself behind Aiden. "Bear down for me, Kookie." Aiden got into position, pushing his ass up for his uncle. Taking Patrick's dick in his mouth, he accepted his uncle's cock in his hole at the same time. Little Aiden moaned and sucked his brother off while his uncle fucked his ass from behind. Patrick kissed Michael as Aiden serviced both men with his holes. Michael kneaded the soft, fleshy, cheeks of his nephew's butt as he mercilessly pumped it. Yearning to be inside of both his nephews, he beckoned Patrick to come closer. Michael pointed to the space beside Aiden. "Paddy...right here." Patrick abided by his uncle's wishes, positioning himself next to his brother. As Patrick and Aiden made out on the floor, Michael kneeled behind them, penetrating the young men. Giving each nephew a turn, he rotated between their tight, eager holes, using his cock to fuck one while using his fingers to fuck the other. Both Patrick and Aiden moaned with pleasure as their uncle enthusiastically worked their boy pussies. Several minutes later, Aiden made a request. Wanting to impress his uncle, he asked him and his brother to lay so that their balls touched and their cocks aligned with each other. First making sure to heavily lube his hole, Aiden proceeded to lower himself down on both of their cocks. Determined to DP himself, Aiden quickly stroked his own cock as he felt two of the most important men in his life penetrate him at the same time. Knowing Patrick loved to watch him masturbate, he made sure to face his brother, letting his uncle watch him from behind. Michael was in awe as he observed his teenage nephew sit down on he and Patrick's dick. Lovingly rubbing the young man's back as he labored to pleasure him. Patrick could feel his brother's tight ring sucking his dick inside of him as he felt the friction of his uncle's cock pressed against his own. Michael's body tensed up as he began to shoot his jizz deep inside his nephew's hole. Patrick quickly came to orgasm seeing his uncle's nut ooze out of his brother's cunt and down his shaft. Feeling both dicks deeply massage his rectum, Aiden furiously jerked his cock, spraying his boy cream all over his brother's chest and stomach. Exhausted, Aiden slept like a hibernating bear on the couch. Sitting side by side on the floor, Patrick and his uncle had a heart to heart while sharing their last beer. "Where the hell did that kid learn how to do that?" Patrick giggled quietly, "Honestly, I'm not sure. I think dad and Carlos have been teaching him some new moves. Michael chuckled happily, passing the the can of beer to his nephew. "What's he like anyway, this Carlos?" Patrick sensed a tinge of jealousy in his uncle's voice as he talked about his father's boyfriend. "He's actually pretty far out, uncle Mike. I mean...he's not you, but he's alright." Michael put his hand behind his nephews head, gently stroking his soft hair and neck. He knew Patrick was referring to the close relationship he had with his father, as well as the time when Michael lived with all of them as a family. After Joe's wife died, he had been left alone to care for his three boys: two toddlers and one newborn. Knowing his brother was overwhelmed and scared, Michael immediately moved back into their house to help him. For six years, Michael lived with Joe and the boys. While his brother was busy working out on the farm, he took care of his sons; feeding them, bathing them, and most of all making sure they felt safe and loved. "Uncle Mike, why did you break up with my dad? Was it because you got tired of taking care of us?" Patrick took a swig of beer before handing the can to his uncle. "Ah, Patrick...I loved taking care of you and your brothers. You kids were my world back then. The only reason I left was because your dad and I...well, we just wanted different things. When I got that job in Manitoba, I wanted to bring all of you with me." Patrick listened closely as his uncle attempted to explain he and his father's complicated past. "But my brother, your father, couldn't see living anywhere else but on this farm. This was our family home, and he never wanted to leave it. I wanted to stay with all of you...but I really needed to see what life was like out in the world." In that moment, Patrick related to what his uncle was telling him. Though he too felt commitment and loyalty to his family, he was also curious about striking out on his own to find himself. Patrick knew his father and uncle had been romantically involved off and on throughout their lives. He also knew their relationship had been a complicated one. This also lead him to reflect on his own romantically complicated relationship with his brothers. "I want you to know that even though I'm married to your aunt Jill, and I have your cousin Alan...I still love your dad. I'll always love your dad. And I'll always be here for you boys when you need me." Patrick leaned over to place his head on his uncle's chest, hugging him tightly. Michael held his nephew close, gently kissing his head. Michael watched Patrick scoop his brother up off the couch and into his arms. Aiden, still half asleep, wrapped his arms around Patrick's neck as his brother carried him up the stairs. Once in Aiden's room, Patrick crawled into bed with his brother. Then with a whisper, Michael kissed both his nephews goodnight. "Good night, Paddy" "Good night, uncle Mike." "Good night, Kookie." Too tired to speak, Aiden pulled his uncle's face towards him, softly kissing his mouth. As Michael was about to leave the room, he turned to see both Aiden and Patrick nestle closer into each others arms. With a smile on his face, he quietly shut the door. ****** A week and half later, Joe was in a chipper mood as he opened his front door to retrieve a letter from the courier standing before him. It had only been a day since he and Carlos had returned home from their road trip to California, feeling fresh and rejuvenated. Mostly due to all the roadside sex they had had together on the trip. But Joe's good mood quickly dissolved when he saw a telegram addressed to him from the Department of Defense. Tearing into the envelope, Joe sat down as he attempted to read its contents. From the kitchen, Carlos could hear a small, deep whimpering sound coming from the other room. As he walked into the dining room to investigate the noise, he saw his love, sitting at the table, tears streaming down his face as he stared at a piece of paper, his hands shaking. Quickly moving to Joe's side, Carlos put his arm around his shoulder, then gently took the piece of paper from his grasp. Silently, he began to read the telegram. "Mr. Joseph McGregor Sr. We regret to inform you that your son, Private First Class Joseph McGregor Jr, has been wounded in action 12 June 1972...." With tears beginning to well in his eyes, Carlos continued to read... "We are unable to report the nature of his wounds at this time. You will be updated of his condition just as promptly as further details arise." Immediately, Carlos grabbed onto Joe, holding him tightly as the senior McGregor wept uncontrollably in his arms. ****** If you are enjoying this story, please come back and find out what happens in the next chapter. Also, if you have a question or comment, please feel free to email me. I always appreciate thoughtful feedback.