Date: Wed, 5 Feb 2020 01:49:55 -0500 From: Colin Costa Subject: True Family Values - Chapter 1 The following is a work of fiction: Any resemblance to persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. It depicts sexual situations between minor males including incest and if reading such is illegal where you reside or you are not at least 18 years of age, please read at your own risk. This work is the property of the author Colin Costa and should not be reposted or reproduced without his permission. Any and all feedback is entirely welcomed and I'll do my best to respond to all. Send all emails to: cozycolincosta@gmail.com Remember Nifty needs your help to keep this site alive. Please consider donating today. This story does contain passages describing homosexual sex as well and incest. If this is not your cup of tea, please leave now. True Family Value By Colin Costa Chapter 1 "My family can be a bit intense." I warned. Matt was looking nervous. And on a man of 6'2, it was endearing. He was wearing a slightly wrinkled dress shirt and a crooked bowtie. The peonies in his hand looked like they needed some water. "They're for you. And your family. You and your family, but mainly you since I know they're your favorite." he stammered. "The flowers are beautiful." I said, I moved up onto my tippy-toes to kiss him on the lips. Matt craned his neck down to compensate for our height difference so our lips could meet. His arms wrapped around me as he brought me closer to him. Our kiss deepened. the sharp taste of listerine permeated my mouth as we made out. I could feel a hard lump pushing against my hip as Matt's hand traveled lower and lower to my ass. With his left hand holding me close (and still holding the slightly wilted peonies) his right fondled my butt causing me to moan out. *cough* Matt's eyes widened as he took in the two massive men behind his boyfriend. "Dad? Link? I would like to introduce you to my boyfriend, Matt." Matt, stood still, clearly trying to analyze the men in front of him. My boyfriend only knew me, Archie Johnson. I'm small and slender, around 5 '7 in height and my toned body weighs about 130 lbs. But these men, my family,... were both much bigger than Matt. The younger one had to be 6'4 with a body of sculpted muscles. He wore a thin t-shirt that strained to hold in his pecs and bulging biceps and jeans that looked painted on. The older one looked just like the other Adonis but even bigger if possible. Probably around 6'6, he was close to a spitting image of the man standing on his left. The only difference was the slight signs of age on his face and some salt and pepper in his hair. They were giant bodybuilders compared to my small and slim body. The only common characteristics between the three of us were our striking, sage green eyes. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Matt. I'm Darrell." My dad said with a slight southern drawl and a big grin that made his eyes crinkle. The jovial giant reached his hand forward and firmly shook Matt's hand, hard enough to make him wince but he didn't say anything. "It's nice to meet you, as well, sir." He replied, almost meekly. Matt was not a small guy. He worked out most days and was the quarterback at his own school, Williamson's. He was the big guy on campus there but in front of these men he felt like a scared freshman. "Well, I'll go get a vase for these," I said suddenly, breaking Matt out of his trance, gesturing to the flowers. I quickly scurried out of the large foyer to grab one of my family's crystal vases, not wanting to leave Matt alone for too long. I was filling the vase up with water from our kitchen when I suddenly heard a loud thud coming from the entrance hall. I was instantly filled with dread, knowing Link had something to do with the noise. I practically ran back to the hall with the water filled vase in hand only to see where I left my family a minute ago being turned into a scene from the WWE. The flowers that Matt had gotten me were scattered all around the floor surrounding the sight of my boyfriend pinned to the floor by my brother. Matt was on his back, a bewildered expression plastered onto his face as his legs were spread wide by the colossus that was Lincoln. Link had him pinned to the floor in such a way that it almost looked like a rougher version of the missionary position. Except with clothes on. And all this time Dad was just chuckling in the corner. "Lincoln, what did you do?" For a brief moment it seemed like I was almost an intruder on something private. Everyone stared at me a second too long before they moved, leaving a bad taste in my mouth. "Oh sorry, lil bro!" Link said with a lopsided grin. He quickly hopped off my still in shock boyfriend who remained on the floor. "I wanted to show him that new hold I've been practicing for my meet! I thought it was the best way to introduce myself." Link beamed at me, clearly pleased with his ingenious strategy. "You can't just pin people to the floor without asking! Are you alright, babe?" I spat out while hurrying to my boyfriend, still on the floor. "Babe?" Link muttered to himself, as if trying to decipher what it meant. "Yeah, I'm fine." Matt uttered, pulling himself off the marble-tiled floor with the help of my hand. "I just feel bad about your flowers." "It's alright. I can pick them up." I said reassuringly. I quickly got down on all fours in the foyer to gather up the peonies. I arched my back as I reached from flower to flower, wiggingly my ass absimindly. All of a sudden, the room fell silent while the other men watched ass, unintentionally up in the air like a bitch in heat. "Damn." my dad whispered. He cleared his throat, and this time, he said much louder, "So, I assume you're only dating my son to get into that bubble butt of his, huh?" Clear panic showed on Matt's face as Darrell moved closer to him. For the entire time Matt had known Darrell Johnson he was all smiles. Now, though, the impressive 6'6 frame that is my father was glaring down at the quarterback in a way that would make any man nervous. "W-What? No, sir. I like his personality." he stammered. "So you don't think my son has a good ass?" My dad said, eyes squinting harder. "It's the best ass I've ever seen!" Matt blurted out for a reply. "Damn right, it's the best." Link chimed in, watching this interaction gleefully. "When have you seen my son's ass?" "Dad!?" I huffed. "What, Archie?" "Stop harassing him!" I stood up at this point, pushing myself in front of my boyfriend, inadvertently sandwiching myself between their hard bodies. I could feel Matt's package pushed into my ass while my face was basically against my dad's huge pecs. "We're only messing around with him." All of a sudden the angry mountain of a man broke out into a smile once again, stepping away from me with an earnest expression. My dad then turned to an almost-scared Matt. "Sorry about that, sport. Let's head in for dinner." As if the entire thing did not even happen, my dad and brother walked out of the entrance hall to see what was gonna be for dinner. The chaos of the last couple of minutes faded away when it was just the two of us left. Silence filled the room as we both processed the whirlwind that just happened. "I'm sorry about all of this. I told you they were weird." I said, after the very pregnant pause. I stared up at my quarterback boyfriend and kissed him gently. "It's fine," he laughed. "I think I'm getting used to it.'' For the first time that night I could see him visibly relax making a small smile come to my face. "And they're right. You do have a great ass." Dinner surprisingly passed without a hiccup. Link didn't tackle my boyfriend any more. My father didn't question him any more. And the conversation was easy. "Damn, I still have pot roast stuck in between my teeth!" I mused. "I'd rather my dick be stuck in between your teeth." "Wouldn't that be painful for your dick?" "You're right," Matt chuckled. "You're always right." We squished together on my twin bed. Matt was shoved up against my baby blue walls. His arm was wrapped around me at an odd angle due to his long frame but he didn't complain. My much shorter body was hugging his torso with one arm underneath him, slowly falling asleep but I didn't complain. "Well, almost always right." "Almost always?" I said squinting at him. I took this as a way to get out of the awkward position we were in. I really need a bigger bed. "Yeah, you were wrong about tonight." he smirked. "Your family wasn't bad." "Well, that's because they wanted to make a good impression. I asked them to play nice." I sighed. "Pining me to the floor in a wrestler's grip is playing nice?" Matt said incredulously. "Unfortunately, yeah. That is them trying to be nice." I replied. "Well, your brother apologized later. He actually seems pretty cool." Matt admitted, falling back onto my tiny twin bed. I fell back into his arms, now in a much more comfortable position. "Yeah, I knew you two would get along with you both playing football and stuff." I mumbled into his neck. "He does?" Mat said inquisitively. "Yeah, he's the left tackle for St. Sebastian's." "Wait, your brother, Link is the left tackle?" Matt turned at this point so he was staring into my eyes, his own wide with astonishment. "Yeah why?" "Your brother is a beast on the field!" He exclaimed. "No offense but your quarterback is shit. It's only thanks to your brother that your team wins most games." It's true my brother, Lincoln Johnson, was an amazing football player. And wrestler. Any sport he tries really. He dominated on the field and hasn't lost a wrestling match in over a year. He's already being scouted for collegiate levels. Sometimes it's hard to believe he's gonna be a senior in high school next year. Harder to believe that even though he is 10 inches taller than me he is only 10 minutes older than me. We're both gonna be seniors after this summer break but physically he looks like he could already be in the big leagues. "Our quarter might be trash but at least he's cuter than the QB over at Williamson's Academy." I cantered back at Matt. "No way, the QB at Williamson's is fucking hot." And to make his point, Matt quickly pulled off his now half unbuttoned shirt revealing his own well muscled body. His dark skin rippled with hard abs, big pecs and arms. My eyes filled with lust at the muscular body in front of me. "Yeah, you are." Our lips met. Over and over our lips met. Each kiss getting more passionate than the next until we each couldn't take it anymore and our bodies had to be closer. Matt ripped the shirt off of me and pinned me down onto my bed, devouring my mouth with his. His soft but firm lips traveled south from my mouth to my neck. Sucking and biting in a way that had me moaning for more. And Matt gave me more. After marking up my neck he latched onto one of my nipples making me whimper out loud. "I love how sensitive your body is, Archie," he whispered into my ear. He thrusted his still jean-covered hips into my own, parting my legs so they wrapped around his waist. His hard, enclosed, cock grinding against my own clothed hole. More moans escape my mouth as his teeth pinch my nipple and his crotch thrust against my ass. "L-let me ... uuughhhh ... Get ... UUUhhhhhh ... on ... Ohhhh... top." I manage to get out between the pleasure being sent through my body. With the ease of an athlete, Matt flips me over on top so I end up straddling him. "My turn." I smile mischievously. I press my mouth to his as his arms wrap around me. But soon I'm traveling down his body, sucking and biting as I go. I suck and lick and bite and nibble around his torso. Sucking on his neck and nipples just to hear him moan in his baritone voice. My hand cups his throbbing dick through his pants as I do this. Fumbling with the button and fly I eventually pull his jeans down his leg, his hard dick still trapped in his boxer briefs. I shimmy down his body so that my head is right above his package, inches from my face. "Suck it," he says. His arms now behind his back in a relaxed pose but his body is tensed with anticipation. I pull his boxer briefs down, his thick 7.5 inch dick springing forth and slapping me in the face, causing both of us to moan. I grip the cock in my hand as I lean forward to take it in my mouth. But I stopped just short so that my tongue was hovering right above his dick. Each time he thrusts up, I pull back slightly. "Please." he begs. With a smile I remove my hand and plunge the cock down throat until I had my nose smashed against his pubes. A loud groan of pleasure escapes Matt's mouth as I plunge my head up and down, over and over again on his dick. I lick his head on my upstroke and then push it deep in my throat on the down. Trying something new, on the last down strock I keep my nose smashed against his pubes and stick my tongue out so that its caressing his balls at the same time. "Oh FUCK!" he screams, his body twitching and writhing with pleasure. "I-I think i'm gonna ... I'm gonna.. Cum. oh fuck. I'm gonna cum. Cumming. I'M CUMMING." he yells again. I keep on deepthroating the cock, going faster than before. Eager for him to cum in me. I feel the first volley hip that back of my throat as I pull up so I can savor the rest of his load. Two, Three, Five, Seven more ropes of jizz fill up my mouth as he moans through his orgasm. His load slightly leaked out of my mouth since I couldn't swallow fast enough. "Fuck." He says one last time as he collapses back onto my bed. "For a virgin, you give mean head." he chuckled. "Just because I haven't had full on sex yet does not mean I haven't had a lot of practice sucking dick." I replied, my voice a bit gravelly due to my recently abused throat. "A lot?" "A couple." I reassured him. Silence filled the bedroom once again we both enjoyed the post orgasm glow: him from cumming and me from a job well done. I crawled back up the bed to once again nestle in the crook of Matt's body, his arms quickly wrapping around me. "I still can't believe your brother is that talented on the field." My boyfriend blurted after some time. "Well, he gets it from our dad." I replied, slightly peeved. "And I rather not talk about my family right after your dick was in my mouth." "Let me make it up to you then." He said with a smirk. Matt, once again flipped me over. This time though onto my stomach. He slowly peeled my own jeans off of my legs, revealing just my ass in a baby blue thong. "Damn, your ass is amazing. So round and bouncy, fuck. Like two volleyballs right below a tiny little waist." He spoke, staring mesmerized with my ass. "Just eat me out already!" I begged. "Yes, sir." He quickly pulled the stretchy thong down and spread my ass apart, admiring my small pink hole for a second before descending. He pushed his face into my as and started to eat with both hands keeping my bubble butt spread wide. He thrusted his tongue into my hole, as deep as it would go and made out. Loud moans and whimpers left my body, waves of pleasure rolling through my frame as Matt ate me out like a mad man. His slight stubble drives me crazy. He licked, slurped and nibbled my pink little hole, I pushed my ass up higher to continue to get this ecstasy. "DON'T STOP." I groaned. "This smooth little pussy tastes so good, babe." Matt said, catching his breath before diving back in. At this point I could no longer make words as I was overcome by lust. Through my legs, my aching dick leaked a steady supply of Precum all over my sheets. I reached my hand down in between my legs to grab my throbbing cock, eliciting another moan from my mouth. I slowly started jerking as Matt still ate my little hole out ravenously. The dual sensations racking through my body. "I-It's too much." I managed to squeak out. "I'm gonna cum!" I was dangerously close to the edge. Getting pushed closer and closer by my slow grip around my and and the amazing things Matt was doing with his tongue. "Keep going, babe! I'm about to cum. Fuck. Fuck! Fuuuu..." I yelled. "Yo, lil bro. Dad wants you." Link said, barging in unannounced into my room, eating an apple. "Fuck!" Matt yelled, ripping away from my ass with such force that he tumbled backwards off of my bed, sheets in hand. "Do you fucking knock, Link!?" I yelled. "We're busy right now!" My body was humming, my hole throbbing and dick leaking. I was so close to an orgasm. Still stunned by the overload of sensations that I felt only moments ago. My ass propped up in the air, shaking and dripping saliva from Matt's wet make out session with my hole. My asshole still unintentionally squeezing and releasing in rapid fire, begging to get tongue fucked again. "I can see that, bro." Link chuckled. For the first time since he came in I realized I was completely naked, head down and ass up, softly twerking in attempts to get more action. Like a bolt of lightning hitting me, I grabbed a pillow and tried to cover myself as much as possible sitting back down on my sensitive ass. A quiet moan sliding out of my lips by this action. "Get out." I spoke, fumming. It's bad enough that he never knocks but he saw me on the brink of an orgasm this time. "Nah, Dad wants you." He said, taking a chunk out of his Granny Smith apples while doing so. "What does he want, Link?" "I don't know. He said it's important." He replied nonchalantly, Still leaning against my door frame. "Fuck." I quickly jumped off of my bed and walked over to my closet, not caring anymore if I was naked in front of my brother. A stereotypical whistle tone (y'know, THAT whistle catcall) came from Link as I walked passed him, my ass jiggling with each step. I turned around to glare at him just to see both his and Matt's eyes glued to my butt. Both looking sheepish once they knew they were caught. I quickly threw on some thin shorts and a random hoodie, not bothering with socks and forgetting underwear. "Sorry, Matt." I said, addressing him and ignoring my brother. "about all of this." "It's alright, babe." he wrapped my sheet around his waist, waddled over and kissed me. "We can talk about football until you're back." he said, trying to hide his excitement. Clearly happy to discuss the sport with a player who was revered around town. "Yeah, we'll be cool, lil bro." Link reassured with a big smile on his face as he plopped down on my small, twin bed. "Fine. Don't do anything dumb, Link." I spat out at him. He has a long history of ruining things for me. Especially my boyfriends. "No promises." he replied with a wink. Grumbling, I hurried out of my room. Eager to get whatever Dad wanted from me over so I could return to my room. I rushed down the hallway and breezed over the main staircase as I walked to my father's study. My father's self-proclaimed `Man-cave' was just his office. Room nestled on the west side of the house behind a guest room. The entrance to which is a large door carved out of some dark wood. Sturdy and thick, I knocked one, then twice to alert my presence (take a note, link). "Come in," my father's muffled voice said from behind the large wooden door. I open the heavy door to find a room of the same design. Dark wood was the theme. My father sat behind a large wooden desk that was his great-grandfather's as well as a wooden bookshelf that covered an entire wall, filled with books that no one read. Large windows overlooking the backyard, showing off the pool and land behind it, just now starting to get dark in the late summer night. The pool seemed to be the only thing in this entire visual that was made in the 21st century. Football memorabilia covered all other surfaces: on the coffee table in front of the leather arm chairs, on the various shelves and hung up on the walls. My father was a professional football player in the NFL, playing for a couple years before retiring two years ago to spend more time with his sons. Everyone always remarks how Lincoln is the spitting image of my dad and how he is gonna follow in his footsteps. Everyone in my family history we're big, strapping men like them apparently. Everyone except me. My family got it's money from lumber, not my dad's NFL career, though. Since the early 1800's, the Johnson family were known for their impressive wood. Quickly amassing land heading west, and still able to keep control of the sprawling acres we own. My family has managed to keep its wealth and ancestral home for years. "Link said you wanted to see me?" I entered my dad's study, taken aback to see him shirtless. Since retiring from the NFL he still works out at the same intensity. His body sculpted with muscles on his big frame. Huge pecs covered in a thin coating of brown chest hair, bulging arms with biceps the size of grapefruits, and abs you could do laundry on. Warm brown hair with a couple of silver streaks and thick eyebrows, a strong jaw with perpetual stubble, laugh and smile lines creasing his face. My father is a 6 '6 adonis. Dad stood up from his desk at that point. I could see now that he was only wearing a pair of thin grey sweatpants. The clingy material gripped to his massive thighs and, to my shock, his unbelievably large cock and balls. My dad was going commando just like me. "Yes, son. Well... I know you're at the age where you are about to have sex for..." "Stop, please. I have already heard the talk and I know how to be safe so I'll just go back upstairs now." I interrupted. I really didn't want to have the talk with my dad. I rather have my hole get tongue punched again by Matt. "I know you heard it before.." he continued. He was now leaning against the front of his desk, usuring me to sit in one of the leather armchairs right in front of him. I gingerly walked over and sat down in the one right before him. My eye level is now directly at my father's crotch a foot or so away. "Then we don't need to have this conversation, Dad." I whined. I was still feeling the after effects of my denied orgasm, my body was ultra sensitive and lust was still on the mind. I unconsciously started to slowly grindr my ass back and forth, still staring at my dad's impressive package. "It's a father's duty to have this talk with his son. I want to have this talk with you, kid." His voice caused me to look up at his face, his eyes meeting mine with a kind smile. "Fiiiine." I sighed. Knowing that my father won't give up. While Link physically looks like my father, I match his personality much closer. We're both smart, well-driven, and stubborn. Especially compared to my older brother's almost golden-retriever like personality. The only thing alike physically between us was our sage green eyes. The Johnson eyes apparently. "So, son." he starts. "You're a bottom, right?" "Dad!" "You are, though?" he said earnestly. "Yes, I am." I mumbled out. God, this is so embarrassing. I'm talking about being a bottom while staring right at my dad's dick. Wait, has it gotten bigger? "Well as the bottom you have to make sure you are plenty open before he sticks his dick into you..." Dad explained, his intense gaze on me as we made eye contact once again. "I really don't want to be here." I whined once again. "I remember this one guy on the team I was gonna fuck, he freaked out once he saw the size of me." he laughed, lost in a memory "I just spent a while opening him up and..." His hand at this point absentmindedly started to rub his dick through the thin material clinging to his growing cock like saran wrap. I could see each ball was the size of a cementine through this fabric and his still not fully hard cock was the size of a banana. Was he as big as a plantain? I thought, rubbing my ass especially hard on the chair causing a small moan from me. Wait, what am I thinking? I gotta stop thinking about my dad's dick. Did he say he fucked a guy?" "Wait, you fucked a guy on your football team? You like dudes?" I interrupted during the middle of his story. His cock in front of me twitched, spilling out precum from his slit, staining the pants. "Yeah, son. It's 2020, everyone is bisexual, get over it." He flippiantly said. "Now back to my story. So I spent a lot of time opening him up first with my fingers and tongue and LOTS of lube so he could take my cock. And trust me, he was begging for more once I was fully in him." "Why do I have to hear this, dad." I moaned, both from my fluttering hole and out of excruciating embarrassment. "I'm making a point. You just gotta make sure your tight hole is properly stretched open so you can take massive dicks. Here." Dad got up from leaning on his mahogany desk at this point. I couldn't help but stare at his still growing dick through his thin sweatpants, pre cum now covering his crotch. How big is he?! Russell Johnson walked behind his desk to grab something from one of it's drawers. "Take these condoms and use them." He then threw me the pack of rubbers, making his half hard anaconda flop about in it's revealing captivity. "`XXL Condoms.'" I read outloud. "`Size 11 inches through 13.' Matt is not that big! Do you actually use these? Is this a joke?" I exclaimed in surprise. "Yeah, I use them. I wasn't on the Green Bay Packers for nothing," he said sheepishly. "And they're all I have here so I want you to keep a supply for your room." "Thanks, dad, I guess." I replied. It's the thought the counts right? "It's not like we're gonna use condoms in the first place." I muttered under my breath. "You don't wear condoms?" Dad said, suddenly sitting in his desk chair, I could have sworn that I saw a twitch come from his crotch before he sat though. "Yeah. We were both tested recently and I'm on PReP. I got my ground work covered." "As long as you're safe," he said. But he muttered something afterwards that sounded like "While he breeds my son's hole." But that couldn't be right. "Well, thanks for these. I'll get going now." As quickly as I could, I left my father's study to escape the uncomfortable tension in that room. Once out of the room I let loose a breath I didn't know I was holding. That had to be one of the worst conversations I had with my dad. And I can't believe I was thinking about that massive dick of his. I don't want to lust after my own father. Just thinking about how big he must be makes me feel bad for whoever he fucked. He must have been limping for a week after taking that cunt-destroyer. Leaving those thoughts behind in the study I walked forward to my room, condoms in hand. The more I walked the faster I went, excited to finally have the orgasm. As I started down the hallway I could hear strange noises coming from further down. What, at first, was quite soon turned in loud noise of unmistakable moaning and the slap of skin on skin. I rushed down the corridor to my room just in time to hear my boyfriend yell "Fuck me harder, you beast!" My boyfriend was on all fours facing away from the door, sweat covering his back and ass, my brother's cock pummeling in and out of his hole. Link ws just behind him fucking Matt in doggy. One hand gripping Matt's waist and the other gripping his hair. "Oh yeah, take my huge dick, slut." Link groaned, thrusting his own huge dick into my boyfriend. His hips smashing into Matt's at a breakneck speed, causing him to moan helplessly as he's fucked like a ragdoll. "Take that massive dick." Link continues. Slapping Matt's ass hard while he ravageous his hole. "Oh you like me coring out a pussy from your tight hole?" my brother whispered after pulling matt by his hair up to Link's face. "Answer me, bitch!" he screamed in his ear. "Fuck, yes! Turn my hole into a pussy." Matt Shouted in pure ecstasy. Clearly enjoying the expert fucking Link is giving him. "You're a slut for my cock aren't you?" Lincoln murmured into his ear. "I'm a slut for your huge mammoth cock, sir." He panted out in response. "Fuck yeah, I'm gonna breed your hole like you were planning on doing to my lil bro." Link spat. He started to fuck faster than his already brutal tempo, truley jack hammering his 11 inch cock into him. Destroying my boyfriend's hole. He pushed Matt back on the floor so only his ass was up in the air while he piledrived him. Long, incoherent moans came from my boyfriend accompanying loud grunts from my brother. "Fill me up with your cum." Matt screamed at the top of his lungs. And that's what he did. "Fuuuuuuuck." My brother exclaimed as rope after rope was dumped in my moaning, cheating boyfriend. Cum leaking out the the sides of the hole stretched around his massive cock. He held still in his position, tense, but with a final exhale he collapsed on top of Matt, creating a pile on my floor. Loud breathing followed. "We should really clean up before Archie is back." Link said after a while. "Yeah, you really should clean up." I said with as much venom as possible, tears still in my eyes and rage filling my body at the sight that I just saw. "Really, Lincoln?" I yelled, my voice breaking. "You fucked another one of my boyfriends?" ----------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you so much for reading this chapter! I hope to start working on the future installments. Please reach out if you have any ideas, comments, questions, critiques or anything else. I would love to hear from you. My email is at the top of this document.