Date: Sat, 23 Apr 2011 14:21:52 -0700 (PDT) From: Richard Small Subject: The Afterparty, Chapter 7 Copyright Rick Small, 2011 This story depicts sexual activities between adult males. If you are not old enough in your jurisdiction to read material of this nature, or if you are offended by such stories, please leave. The characters are not based on real persons and the scenes described are the product of the author's fevered imagination. In the real world, there are risks involved in sexual encounters; always play safe. This story is copyright to the author; please be courteous and do not copy or re-post. The Afterparty Chapter 7 Wednesday was another hot day, and Chad was happy to be out of school at noon. He changed into a pair of loose shorts and jumped into his old Bug for the drive to his uncle's condo, putting the top down for the breeze as he drove. The security guard at the condo waved him into a guest slot, and he wasted no time taking the elevator to the seventeenth floor, looking forward to the air conditioning. When he rang the bell there was a minute's wait before he saw a shadow behind the peephole and the door swung open to reveal his cousin Cam, wearing a ratty jock strap and holding a pair of worn Levi's in one hand. "Hey, Two-Tone," he said, stepping into the foyer. "How ya doin'? Where's your dad?" "Good, good," Cam said, shaking his hand and giving him a friendly shoulder punch. "Dad's in his bedroom, finishing up his yoga. He'll be out in a minute. You want a soda or something?" "Soda'd be good," Chad said, pulling off his tank top. He tucked it into the waistband of his shorts and wiped his forehead. "Fuck, it's hot out there." "Dig, bro," Cam said, turning toward the kitchen. "Cola? Ginger? Orange?" "Ginger, thanks." He took the can and looked around. He could see the dining table through the doorway, and it was covered with boxes. There were a few on the kitchen floor, as well, and he figured there were probably more in other rooms. Amazing what moving involved when you had a whole house to deal with, he thought. He followed Cam back into the living room, stationed himself in front of the window and leaned back against the safety bar, sipping his soda and taking in the surrounding preparations. Yep, more boxes, mostly labeled "Books". He sighed. Somehow he had a feeling most of what was already packed would be going to Uncle Tim's. Cam's brother Doug wandered in just then. After the ritual handshake, he stepped back, then turned to his brother and jerked his head in Chad's direction. "You see what I see?" he asked, smirking. "Hard to miss," Cam said, shaking his head. "Dude," he called over to Chad. "You always go commando?" "Yeah, mostly. Why? It bother you?" Chad responded, reaching down and adjusting his package. "Naw, doesn't bother me," Cam said, now smiling as widely as his brother. "But it sure does put on a show. What the hell kind of shorts are you wearing?" "These?" Chad looked down. "Sports mesh. Why?" "Because they're like totally transparent where you're standing, that's why. We can see what a good job the doctor did when he lopped your foreskin." Chad laughed and spread his legs farther apart. His cock and balls were clearly hanging loose, showing as a silhouette through the light-colored shorts. He swung them back and forth, tauntingly. "Look all you want, guys," he said. "But don't touch unless you want to live with the consequences." Joe strolled into the room, wearing a jock like Cam's except even rattier and more stretched. It barely covered his equipment, and drooped so low that an inch or more of his dick was on view along with a plentiful spill of dark pubes. "What consequences?" he asked, punching Chad on the shoulder and heading for the kitchen. "Oh, I guess I'd have to sic Jake on them," Chad joked, swinging his hips one last time and tipping his soda can for a sip. "That could be dangerous," his uncle laughed. He pulled a can of soda out of the refrigerator and joined the boys in the dining room. "Not for Jake," Chad said. "Maybe for them, but not for him. Anyway, they're raggin' on me 'cuz these shorts show too much." Joe looked at his sons and shook his head. "You know better than that," he said in mock disapproval. "Anyway, let's get down to business here." He moved over to the dining table. "These are all fragile – it's your Great-Grandmother's Haviland and crystal. They're going in the back seat of my car. I don't want to trust them to the movers. The boxes in the kitchen can go in either of your cars, and so can the boxes in the study. I think the kitchen boxes should go with Chad, since he has the smallest back seat, and you boys can take books. But I want help getting these here down to my car at the moment." "Aw, Dad," Cam whined. "Does that mean I hafta dress?" "Yes, it does, doofus," Joe said. "And so do I. Give me a minute and I'll have some shorts and a shirt on, and then we can start carrying things down." "Cam just hates to cover up his paint job," Chad teased. In fact, Cam's hair was an unusual mix. On his head, arms, legs, and body the thick fur was a deep antique copper color, but his dense pubic bush, along with the trail that led from the root of his cock all the way to his tailbone, was black as night. He'd been nicknamed Two-Tone by a classmate in junior high when he hit puberty, and the name had stuck. "You wish you had one like mine," Cam retorted, snapping the waistband of his jock. He sat down on a dining chair and began to pull on his Levi's. "Sure, Two-Tone. Whatever," Chad said, finishing his soda and carrying the can to the kitchen. Joe came back into the room a minute later, dressed in loose cargo shorts, a tee shirt and sandals. "Come on, now," he ordered, rattling his keys. "One box apiece off the dining table and let's go down to the garage." The boys loaded up and followed him out the door . Several trips later, all three cars had been freighted, and Joe led the caravan out, heading for Tim's. When they arrived, he pulled into the driveway first, keyed the automatic door, and proceeded into the garage. To the boys' surprise, he then stepped out of his car, pressed a switch on the wall, and opened the back end of the building before driving forward onto a graveled area and parking. There was room for another car behind him on the gravel as well as the garage space, and soon the front of the garage was closed. Chad stepped out of his Bug and dropped his shorts on the front seat before taking the first box out of the back. Cam and Doug followed suit, and soon all four of them were down to nothing but sandals as they ferried boxes into the house for unpacking later or stacked them along the garage wall until Tim and Joe decided where to put them. It was sweaty work, even without clothing, and they were all glad when the last box had been stacked. Everyone grabbed beers and Joe led the way out to the pool. After splashing around for a few minutes, they all hauled back onto the pool deck and headed for lounges, lying in the dappled shade to air dry. "So, you guys fly out yesterday?" Chad asked after he'd got comfortable. "Uncle Joe didn't say anything about you being here when I saw him last." "Yeah, we got in around 3:00," Doug said. "Glad to get away from Mom for a few weeks. She's gotten so uptight, it's like she was born with a stick up her butt." "That dude she's been dating, he's the reason," Cam chimed in. "Man, what a tight ass." "Hey, a tight ass comes in handy, sometimes," Chad joked. "Says the dude with the hot boyfriend," Doug retorted. "You're just jealous 'cuz you went to the wrong school," Chad said, laughing. "And your hand's broken." "Is not," Doug said, wrapping a hand around his cock and giving it a pump. "Works just fine when I'm alone." "But not when you're around other guys?" Chad taunted. "You need some help with that?" "That's not what I meant, but now that you mention it, I could use some help, yeah. You gonna give it to me?" "Why not?" Chad said. "I'm always glad to help a buddy, even if he's a dork like you. Drag your butt over here and see." "You serious, dude?" Doug asked in disbelief. "What about Jake?" "What about him?" Chad said, tipping back his beer. He set the bottle down next to his lounge. "We don't have exclusive rights on each other." "If you're not gonna take him up on the offer, I will," Cam said, walking over to Chad's lounge and thrusting his hips forward. "Here, dude. Rock out." Chad reached out and ran a hand up Cam's rapidly hardening cock, stroking from the base out to the tip and then tracing around the ridge of the head. He ran his hand back down the thick shaft to cup the furry, low-hanging balls, then grasped them gently and tugged Cam closer, licking his lips in anticipation. "You really gonna do it?" Doug exclaimed. "Bro, you really gonna let him do ya? In front of Dad?" He glanced over at Joe lying on his lounge, whose cock was beginning to rise. Joe grinned, spread his legs wider and reached down to adjust his balls. "You heard," Cam said. "He's willing and I'm ready. Why not?" He set his beer down, stepped forward and brushed the head of his cock across Chad's lips, leaving a shiny trail of pre-cum that Chad licked off, humming with pleasure. "Yeah. Sweet," Chad muttered, sticking out his tongue. He lapped at the shiny pearl poised on the end of Cam's dick, then kissed it, his lips moist and warm on the swelling flesh. He began to nibble on the head, gradually taking it deeper into his mouth until he had engulfed half, his lips wrapped firmly around the pulsing shaft. Pulling back, he came nearly all the way off before sliding slowly back down, finally burying his nose in Cam's black pubes. "Dude. Aw, fuck," Cam moaned, thrusting gently into Chad's throat. Chad looked up and grinned at him, then pulled completely off. "Fucking can be arranged, too," he said. He winked at Joe, then took Cam's dick back into his mouth and began bobbing on it, working it with his lips and tongue, swallowing it to the root on every third or fourth stroke, expertly bringing Cam closer to the edge. He hefted Cam's balls, then began lightly stroking along his cousin's taint, feather-touched, playing along the trail that led to his bud but stopping just short of touching it. Joe watched the two in action, slowly stroking his own hard bone and occasionally looking over at Doug. At first, Doug seemed paralyzed, sitting on his lounge with his jaw half-dropped, watching, his cock half-hard but seemingly forgotten, but then he woke up and began slowly stroking himself. After a few minutes, Joe swung his legs off the lounge and stood, dick bobbing in front of him, then stepped over to Chad's lounge and knelt on the end, behind his son. Reaching out, he brushed the back of his hand across Cam's furry butt and began to toy with the thick hair in the teen's cleft, lightly pulling the hairs and brushing into the crack with his thumb. "Oh, shit," Cam groaned, hips jerking. "Do that some more, dude," he gasped. "Close. Real close." "You like that?" Joe asked, pressing his thumb deeper. He stroked across the clenching ass ring, barely touching it. "Dad!?" "Yeah, buddy. What?" "What're you doing back there?" "What does it feel like? You've never been touched back here?" "Fuck no," Cam gasped. "Not like that." Joe leaned closer, brought his lips to Cam's ear. "Are you telling me you're a cherry ass, son?" he whispered. He put out his tongue and licked along the edge of the reddened earlobe. "Hell, yes," Cam panted. "Nobody's ever even touched me back there, much less . . ." "Good God," Joe mumbled to himself. "Nineteen and still a virgin." He shook his head. "You probably need a little help, then," he said, pressing harder against the bud. He brought his hand to his mouth and let a stream of saliva fall into the palm before turning it to let the spit slide onto his fingertips. When he was wet enough, he brought his fingers back to Cam's ass crack and pressed in, wiping the moisture across the hole. He pulled back and repeated the action, pushing as much spit as he could onto the muscular ring before gently pressing on it with his thumb. A couple of seconds later, the thumb tip slid into Cam's butt, and Joe began stroking short pistons that seemed to wash over Cam like electric charges. Grinning, Joe reached for the suntan oil with his free hand and popped the cap. Turning the bottle up, he poured a thin stream down the length of his throbbing dick, where it spread glistening in the dappled light. He set the bottle back down and swirled the oil around his hard organ before swiping the excess up Cam's cleft. He stood up, his feet directly behind Cam's on the pavers, and grabbed his son's hips. "You're about to lose your cherry, son," he said quietly. "Your dad's going to bust it. Are you ready?" "Fuck, yeah," Cam moaned. "Whatever you're doing back there, don't stop." Joe looked around Cam's shoulder at Chad and smiled. "Keep him occupied, will you?" he said. "I've got work to do." Chad pulled off long enough to say, "No probs, Uncle Joe," before taking Cam's cock all the way to the root and beginning to milk it hard with his throat and tongue. Cam was twisting and jerking between the two assaults, his hips spasming and his breath coming faster and shorter than he'd ever breathed before. "Take a deep breath, son," Joe muttered. "Take a deep breath and relax." Cam pulled in a deep breath and held it for a moment before letting it out. As he breathed out, Joe pressed forward, placing his cock tip on Cam's bud and pushing. A gentle nudge, a second gentle nudge, and he had breached the tight ring and was pressing forward, slow but steady, burying his cock deep in his son's ass. At the same time, Chad let his hand move back to Cam's balls, which he gently rolled in his palm while he ran the fingertips of his other hand up the inside of Cam's thigh, just grazing the surface. "Holy shit," Cam said, just above a whisper. His head fell back, coming to rest on Joe's shoulder. "Holy muthafuckin shit." His hips bucked and his thighs tensed as Joe's cock brushed against his nut, and then he began to pour cum down Chad's throat, moaning as he exploded into the hot, wet sleeve. Joe stroked into his ass a couple more times and then the clenching ring clamped around his root brought him over the top and he began to fill the teen's butt with his own thick stream, firing bolt after bolt of juice across the swollen prostate and deep into the teen's gut, his sun-browned glutes clenching and flexing as he plowed the virgin ass. Doug's hand was moving faster and faster as he took it all in, his eyes darting from his brother to his cousin to his dad, his rod as thick and hard as he'd ever felt it. As soon as Joe began to slam into his brother's butt, he lost it. With a strangled shout, he began to fire, painting his torso with globs and streams of white, his hand a blur on the jerking shaft. "Fuck!" he yelled. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He gasped and continued to shoot, stroking his cock until it hurt, and still the cum was firing. Eventually, the blasts of cream dwindled and began to run down his shaft, puddling at the base and matting his pubes. He kept his grip on the organ, barely moving his hand, and then stopped stroking completely, just holding on as the last few dribbles of cum poured out of the slit and trickled into his bush. Cam's knees buckled and he fell back against his father's chest, breath coming in ragged gulps. A final drop or two of cum oozed out of his piss slit. Chad eagerly lapped it up and swallowed it before pulling off to lick his lips and grin up at his cousin and uncle. "Good work, Uncle Joe," he said, easing back on the lounge. "That's the biggest load I've taken in a long time. You really pumped it out of him." "Not that I had help," Joe snorted. He pulled slowly out of Cam's butt, wrapped his arms around his son's furry torso to support him, and helped him sit down. "You okay, kid?" he asked, ruffling the young guy's hair. "Fuck, yeah," Cam sighed. "Better than okay. That was stellar. Thanks, Dad." "Good man," Joe said, sitting down behind him and folding him in his arms. "You're welcome. We aim to please." Chad glanced over at Doug, who was still straddling the end of his lounge with a dazed expression, cum hanging in ropes and globs on his chest and belly fur, his hand wrapped around the now flaccid cock. "Doug looks wiped out," he teased. He grinned lopsided. "You like to watch, doof?" he asked. Doug looked down and saw the cum he'd painted himself with, looked back up sheepishly, and half-smiled. "Yeah. I guess. That was sort of amazing," he said quietly. He gathered a rope of cream with one finger and brought it to his lips, then another, and soon he had himself more or less cleaned up. "Gotta think about that for a while," he mumbled. He stood up and wandered slowly toward the house, the white globes of his ass rolling in the hard mid-afternoon light. "I think we shocked your brother," Joe said, gently stroking Cam's chest. "He needs it," Cam snorted. "He's startin' to sound like Mom sometimes. Been makin' me worried he was gonna turn out a tight ass like her." "I think he needs more sun," Chad said appraisingly. "Talk about a white tail. You, too, Cam. You guys been majoring in boardies, or what?" "No place to get an all-over tan," Cam shrugged. "Mom would never let us sunbathe in the altogether on her terrace. Heavens! She'd be in cardiac city." "A week or so out here ought to make a difference," Joe put in. "The rule at this house is no suits in the pool. This is a female-free zone, and we're going to keep our freedoms alive." "Female-free?" Cam asked. He cocked an eyebrow. "Since?" "Since your cousin Marcie's wedding," Joe said, leaning back and propping himself on his hands. "Your uncle Tim has had it with women, and I don't blame him." "And you're moving in when, exactly?" "The movers are coming Friday to clear the condo. You and Doug and I will all move over here and sleep Friday night. You boys get the guest room, unless you can't manage to share a king-size bed, in which case one of you will sleep on the fold-out in the den." "So there's more stuff to move over here, or what?" Cam asked. "Oh, maybe one more trip with a couple of paintings and my clothes. I don't need to replace anything in the room I'm taking – it's fine the way it is. Most of the art is going into storage, but I want to bring the portraits, especially the ones of you boys. And probably the little still life from the dining room. Otherwise . . ." he trailed off, shrugging. Chad opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by his stomach growling. He looked down at it in mock surprise. "Quiet down there," he ordered. "Did you eat before you came over?" Joe asked, sitting up again. "Nope. Didn't have time." "Well, shit. No wonder you're getting comments from the Dress Circle. C'mon inside. I'll get out sandwich fixings and we can have a late lunch." He swung a leg off the lounge and stood up, reached down for Cam's hand to pull him up, as well, and headed for the house, with the two hungry teens right behind him. -##- Notes and comments may be emailed to me at smaller43@yahoo.com and I will cheerfully answer. Flames will be blithely ignored.