Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2016 21:41:56 +0000 (UTC) From: nmKinkGuy Subject: The Family Weekend 8 THE FAMILY WEEKEND By Kink Guy CHAPTER 8 This is a fantasy incest story, depicting graphic sex between men and boys. It is not true, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The men in this story do not practice safe sex; they don't need to because this is a fucking fantasy! In the real world, make sure your cock, or the one using you, is rubbered up before you play! The sadomasochistic turn of events seems to have turned off some readers. Sorry, but that's just how this story developed. Also, some guys complained the chapters were too short, so I have edited and combined them to be lengthier. Hope the Family is still giving you hard ones and you keep reading. Let me know! Cast of Characters: Dad: Don Uncle: Dave Granddad: Jake Me: Scott (the storyteller) Older Brother: Tom Little Brother: Brian Houseboy: Andre And various other characters. In answer to Dave's question about Dad and did we still respect him, we both answered emphatically yes, we have not lost our respect. Tom and I both started talking and asking questions at once. Granddaddy said, "Wow, slow down boys! We will answer all the questions we can without betraying your Fathers trust in us. Scotty, you first." I thought for a moment and asked if we would ever get to watch Dad being tortured? Dave said, "Probably at some point, but that was up to our Daddy." He also pointed out that Grandpop had no problem with it. Tom asked, "Granddad, what did you do to Dad's cock and balls? I have never seen anything like it! Is he going to be ok? Will he still be able to fuck and cum?" Dave and Granddad both laughed, and Dave said that he had seen them look like that before, maybe worse and that his equipment would work just fine, and that he could probably fuck Tom senseless right now! Tom had more questions, "What were those little scabs on his dick head?" Grandfather said, "Those were from the holes where I drove fairly large needles through his glans. He bleeds from it, especially when I pull them out and then little scabs form. I finished the night with some heavy duty CBT." Dave saw the puzzled looks on our faces and told us that, "CBT stands for Cock and Ball Torture. Which is one of your Dad's favorite sports. He always has several orgasms and explosive ejaculations during a CBT session. Watching what CBT does for your Dad always makes me cum buckets. It also makes me wish I had the balls, so to speak, to submit to it." Tom had one last thing to say, "I think I understand about the pain, just a little because when Daddy really pounds my hole harder than usual, or slaps my ass while he's fucking me or even when he decides to give me a hard throat fuck, it makes it more exciting for me, and when he gives it to me hard, it gives me a hands free orgasm. The last time he really got aggressive with me, I had bruises on my hips from him holding me so hard, to keep me in place for his use. I was proud of those marks." Suddenly, it dawned on me that Brian would be home soon. I excitedly asked, "What are we going to tell Brian? You know he will want to see Daddy the minute he gets home, and will want a good Daddy fuck after being away for 2 days!" Pops laughed and said, "Well, the little slut may just have to settle for a Granddaddy fuck instead! Don't worry Scotty, I will take care of Brian." Uncle Dave was still sitting sideways, with one leg on the floor and the other leaning against the back of the couch. Between his wide spread legs stood his drooling, ten inch cock with the double zero ring through the head. You could see it throbbing and the pre-cum was running down the shaft in a steady stream, soaking his pubic hair. Looking right at me, he said, "Scott, why don't you get down between my legs and suck some Uncle cock. You need the practice, and I need to cum. A suck job is just perfect right now, because I don't want to do any of the work to get off. Lets see if little Scotty can finally make his Uncle cum using just his face hole. Now get to work you little slut, and no hands, just mouth and throat!" I threw myself on my belly between his hairy legs and got to work. This time, I was going to make him cum with my mouth and throat, if it took all day! I guess Tom couldn't take it any longer. He asked Pops to fuck him, or let him fuck Pops, but he refused saying he was still drained and sore from working Don over last night, and that he needed to save it for Brian. Tom dropped down between my legs, and started rimming me. God he is good at this! After a few minutes of working my hole with his tongue, he said, "Scotty, I know you are busy, but if I don't get off, and soon, my balls are going to turn purple! I just gotta' fuck your sweet ass. Now, remember to keep working Uncle Dave's cock and get him to feed you a load!" With that, Tom drove his fat Brother cock up my hole and started pounding. This was going to be a rough ride. The hardest fuck he had ever thrown into me! I noticed it did do one thing, Tom fucking my hole so hard, made it a lot easier to get down almost all of Uncle Dave. And now, as I was really thinking about the pain in my ass, I realized, I did like the way it hurt and my cock was so hard it was hurting too. Maybe masochistic stuff runs in families? Tom pounded me into the sofa until he loaded my insides with Brother cum. Uncle Dave never did orgasm in my mouth and had to finish off by ramming his cock up my rear hole, sliding in on my Brother's incest sperm. Tom and now Dave fucked me hard. Talking about Dad's experience inflamed all three of us. Uncle Dave yanked his cock out of my ass, flipped me on my back, grabbed my legs in his hands pulling them high and wide apart and rammed his cock in me, right to the root. I had an orgasm that fired off shots of ball juice that went over my head, all over my face and down my neck and chest. It just kept shooting the sperm. During my cum, he started fucking me as hard and fast as he could, and before he reached his orgasm, I had another cum, and never once touched my cock! It hurt so damn good. I think I am beginning to understand my Father. After our three orgasms, and lounging about, snacking and talking together, Pops said, "Hey boys, I'm going up to check on Don, then I'll meet you in the pool. It's time to cool off. Brian should be here soon." Tom, Uncle Dave and I walked together out to the pool. Andre trailed along behind us, carrying an iced bucket of beers. How the fuck did he always anticipate us, and was always prepared? That boy is spooky sometimes. We jumped in the pool, and relaxed, just floating and splashing about. A few minutes after we got in, I noticed Uncle Dave floating on his back, with his hard on sticking up in the air. That man is a walking erection and never gets enough, and he could delay an orgasm forever! What a stud. Tom gently moved underwater toward his Uncle, came up and sucked one big ball into his mouth. The surprise sunk Unc and he came up coughing and sputtering, and the battle was on. The two of them started wrestling in the water, trying to dunk and drown each other. They were laughing so hard, they kept gulping in pool water and coughing and gasping. Watching these two men, my stud relatives at play, of course gave me another boner. Uncle Dave swam over to the edge of the pool and told Tom, "Get your hairy ass up on the edge, I haven't sucked nearly enough cock so far this weekend and Scott, get over here and shove that stiff dick up my ass!" Dave leaned over and sucked Tom down in one gulp, making Tom jump, shudder and let out with a, "Oh my fucking, fuck you are a good cock sucker!" Dave took his mouth off Tom's dick and said, "When you have sucked my Dad's giant tool as much as I have, you better get good or die!" I moved behind him while he was talking, lined up and started shoving my dick up his hole. It was really difficult with no lube, and pool water doesn't make anything slick. I keep shoving till my cock head popped through the ring, and I drove my cock in to the pubes. Dave screamed, and went back to deep throating my Brother. His scream surprised me, Dave was used to taking much bigger dicks than mine, his Dad's for instance. Screaming or not, I started pounding away, as his ass juices lubed my cock, making the fuck go smoother. Granddad walked out on the deck, and stood just watching the men he had created, fuck and suck. He watched a while, stroking his giant, hard prick and said, "This is what I like to see. My guys expressing their love and passion for each other." He sat down next to Tom with his wide spread legs dangling in the water. Tom reached down and stroked his cock and asked, "If you'll stand up, you can stick that monster down my throat, Pops." He replied, "As much as I would enjoy fucking your throat right now, Andre said Brian called a while ago, and he's on his way. Coach is going to bring him home, so I'll save the hard on for him. Unless coach wore out his hole while they were out of town." Tom had his cum first, with his rod shoved all the way down Uncle Dave's throat, and that somehow caused his ass ring to clamp down on my cock, and I started my orgasm before Uncle Dave even finished draining Tom's balls. Just as we started to calm down, we heard clapping. I looked up and there stood coach, starker's with a big boner, and my little Brother slowly fondling coach's nut sack, which I swear to the God's, is the size of a grapefruit and hangs half way to the 6'4" man's knees. They never draw up just before orgasm, like most men's do. Hot as hell, but kind of freaky looking at the same time. His NFL nickname was "The Bag" which caused speculation in the media his whole career, and was never answered publically. All you had to do was see him naked, and you knew where the name came from. And oddly, he was never accidentally photographed or talked about by sports commentators doing post game locker room interviews. The team seemed to shield him, and there were hours of interviews on tape with him wearing nothing but a towel. I wondered, how on earth that man ever got a cup to hold all that? Brian ran over to our Grandfather, who was still sitting on the edge of the pool, leaned down and threw his arms around the man. Pops moved him around to sit between his legs as he held the boy to him. Brian turned his face up and opened his mouth, asking for deep kisses. Granddad obliged. They swapped spit for a while as Granddaddy pinched and worked Brian's thirteen-year-old nipples, making Brian groan. The kid loved having his nipples worked and they were very pronounced for someone his age. They always poked out in whatever shirt he was wearing. His enlarged nips were a source of great pride for him. After several minutes of having Granddad's tongue down his throat, his nipples worked over and his cock and balls fondled, he looked up and asked, "Hey Pops, where's my Daddy? I need my welcome home fuck really bad." Granddad stood up, pulled Brian up by the hand and said, "Boy, lets go up to my room, your Grandfather wants to talk to you." Brian immediately demanded to know, "What is wrong, where is my Daddy, is he ok?" Granddad hugged him tight and told him, "Your Daddy is just fine. There are just some things I need to talk to you about right now. Lets go." And they walked into the house, hand in hand. I couldn't help but worry about Brian. He is so tender and easily hurt, I hoped this would go ok. Coach walked up to Tom who was now sitting on the edge of a lounge chair, stuck his cock in his mouth and said, "Suck it, boy." After Coach finished using Tom, filling him with three separate loads, two up the ass and one down the throat, we all moved into the kitchen for a light dinner that Andre had prepared. There was no sign of Granddad, Brian or Dad, not that I expected Dad really. I was sure he was still in bed recovering. I wanted to go see him so badly, but Granddad had said not until Daddy was ready. I asked Andre if he had been in to see my Dad, he said, "Yes, I have been taking him some light foods and drinks. He is fine, and very content. At your Grandfather's direction, I have helped him in and out of the Jacuzzi tub three different times today. Soaking in warm, bubbling water helps ease his tortured body. These sessions are so good for him, and his battered body is so incredibly beautiful afterwards." I asked Andre if he has been aware of the S/m sessions my Daddy had with his Dad. Andre said yes, and added, "Haven't you ever noticed that when your Dad made trips to the ranch alone, that he often took me with him? He went there to play, to keep you two boys from witnessing his ordeals. He always comes home rejuvenated. I am accustomed to serving your Father following one of his sessions with Pops." I looked at Coach, who hadn't said anything and asked, "Have you known about this side of my Father?" Coach looked at Tom and Andre as if asking whether or not he should share. They both nodded their heads and Coach began talking; "Yes, I have known since we were at Yale together and we belonged to the same men's S/m club. The night we met at a club dungeon party, I was lying in a sling with my legs in the air, when he walked up, stuck his big, fat cock up my ass and fucked me through three orgasms. After he fucked me raw, he asked my name and could he see me again. I said yes, soon moved into his suite at the frat house, became his full time sub, and the rest is history." Coach paused, and then went on, "Your Dad was one of, if not the most respected players on campus. All of the men wanted to play with him. Power Tops would offer to bottom, just to get a chance to play with him, and he is one of the best Tops there is. I should know, since I was his bottom all the way through school. His cock, to this very day, shoved up my fuck hole, feels better than any other I have ever encountered. I sported the bruises and marks of being his sub most of the time during our years in college together. His sub desires never diminished, but it was his Father he turned to when his need became too powerful. His skill, and joy as a Top, in no way diminished his desire to be subservient to his Father. When I was playing pro ball, I would fly to him as often as possible to serve him. On a few extraordinary occasions, I was honored to bottom for both him and his Father." Coach's speech made me incredibly horny, so horny I asked him to fuck my ass. He grabbed me, threw me face down on the table and began rimming my ass, getting me ready for his fuck stick. He only had about eight inches, but his cock was really thick and stretched my hole really well. After he stuck his fat cock up my hole, Tom got down on the floor, sucked one of his giant balls into his mouth and kept sucking on them one at a time, through the whole fuck. His sac was so long, that Tom trapping it in his mouth didn't hamper Coach's rapid thrusting motion. Coach fucked me a long time, giving me enormous pleasure. It was amazing how the fattest part of his cock, the center, rubbed my prostate the whole time. When he finally filled my ass with cum and pulled out, Tom jumped right in to suck the jock cum from my ass. When he got all the ball juice he could out of my hole, Tom got me off with his mouth. I felt great! Not long after our fuck, Coach had to go home to his wife. He dressed and left and Uncle Dave, Tom and I moved into the pit to chill. We were watching TV when Granddad and Brian casually strolled into the room. Pops sat down in the big leather chair, and Brian climbed up in his lap, with a very happy grin on his face. I had to ask, "Everything ok Bri?" He smiled and said, "Gee, I don't know what all of you were so worried about. I've known about Daddy's masochism for quite a while. "How did you find out?" I asked. "Remember last Christmas up at the ranch? I spied on Daddy and Pops out in the barn one night. Dad was strung up on a St. Andrews cross, and Granddad was flogging him. I heard them talking after the beating and the fucking, that this wasn't one of their heavy scenes, because Daddy didn't want us to see the marks. They shared some memories together about past, heavier scenes, what they both liked best and what Dad wanted more of in the future. I snuck back in the house, they never knew I was there." Uncle Dave asked the next question, "So Brian, you weren't troubled by what you saw and learned? You didn't talk to any of us." Brian laughed and replied, "Nah, I figured Dad would share that part of his life when he was ready. Not my place to judge him. And anyway, I've spent a lot of time around this S/m stuff. You know my fuck buddy Taylor? Well his Dad's live a full time Master/slave relationship, so I've seen a lot. I talked to them about Dad, and they answered my questions. Don't freak, I can trust them, cuz they trust me with their secrets. And I've done a lot of reading and research so that I can understand Daddy's life." We just sat there stunned; the little fucker was a whole lot more grown up and mature than we gave him credit for! Brian jumped off Granddaddy's lap and announced, "Hey, I'm starving! Pops fucked me twice and made me cum about six times and I need food!" We all laughed, shrugged and followed him into the kitchen. It was all so simple. In the kitchen, Andre fixed Brian something to eat, which he devoured like no one had fed him in a month! I guess we were all kind of drained. This had been a very emotional day so we decided to go up to bed. Granddaddy said he would sleep with his son and care for him. Tom and Brian paired off and Uncle Dave and I went into my room, showered together and snuggled up in bed. A few kisses and some stroking, but we both seemed content to cuddle with each other, and drift off to sleep.