Date: Tue, 16 Jun 2009 00:33:48 -0300
From: Matt Swimmers <subboyns@gmail.com>
Subject: Family Rituals

	Hey all, just finished this story up after starting it almost a
year ago. It sort of fell by the wayside as I worked on others but it was
always bubbling in the back of my mind. There might be a part two, not sure
yet.
	As always, send any comments/questions/complaints/dirty photos to
subboyns@gmail.com. I love to hear from you guys, it makes writing these
all worthwhile. :)
	The usual disclaimers apply, if you're not old enough to be reading
this, or if consensual sex between an older man and a younger man offends
you,please don't read on! Also, the sex in this story isn't safe sex,
because fictional characters can't get diseases. But you can, so always
play safe!



	My Grandfather Alex called me a week before my fifteenth
birthday. I excitedly picked up the phone when I saw his number appear,
since I love to talk to him.
	"Hey there son." He said. He'd called me `son' as long as I could
remember. It felt special to me, since my father had died before I was even
born, lost at sea on a boating accident.
	"Hi Grandad. What's going on?"
	"Well Gareth, I wanted you to know I've been talking to your
mother, and she's let me plan a very special party for you next week."
	"Really?" I was over the moon. I loved spending time with him.
	"Yeah, she said you can come out here Friday and spend the entire
weekend." He chuckled. "It's a tradition on our side of the family that a
boy gets celebrated when he turns fifteen. Your father would have probably
told you..." He trailed off, I'd never heard him speak of my father at any
great length. "But at any rate, I'll be there to pick you up Friday after
school. Have your bags packed!"
	"Definitely! Should I bring anything?"
	"Just clothes and such, everything else will be here for you. Your
Uncle Rick and Cousin Jon will be here too. We tried to get ahold of Jerry
and JD as well, but they're out of town."
	"Still, that's great!" I loved seeing Rick and Jon as well. At
seventeen, Jon was slightly older than me, but we'd been like brothers when
we were younger. After I hung up the phone I was excited, so I went to tell
Mom. She was cool with it all, happy to see me spending time with my male
relatives.
	Mom might have had a clue at the time, but the other side
definitely didn't know my big secret. I was gay. And I thought all three of
the men that would be sharing my party with me were incredibly hot, my
grandfather included. Grandad and Uncle Rick were both burly, hairy
men. Both had dark hair and goatees, and they looked like brothers more
than father and son.
	Jon, Rick's son, was also sexy. He'd gotten his mother's fairer
looks, with long, shaggy blond hair hanging down over his eyes, and from
what I could remember, definitely not hairy like his father. I took more
after Dad's side I guess, my hair was darker and even at fourteen, I had a
bit of a treasure trail.
	That night in bed I tried to keep my thoughts from straying, but
the idea of those three in the house with me got me too excited. I reached
down into my pajama pants and slowly started to play with myself.

	The weekend came quicker than I could have hoped, and sure enough
there was Grandad at the corner waiting for me after school. I hopped into
the passenger side of his truck.
	"Hey there Gareth." He said, pulling me into a hug. I felt his salt
and pepper beard tickle my cheek and smelled his cologne. It seemed to be
overwhelming in the truck, but I loved the scent. It was the same one he'd
worn for as long as I could remember. I could remember curling up on his
lap when I was a kid, falling asleep in his arms, and smelling that
cologne.
	"Hey." I said, hugging back. He was dressed in a black sweater and
jeans, his well proportioned body underneath looking amazing.
	"Growing out the beard?" I asked. Usually it was a goatee, but he'd
grown out the sides as well. It looked pretty damn good on him.
	"Yeah, was time for a change." He smiled. "Your mom already gave me
your bags, so we're good to go out to your uncles place." He pointed to the
backseat.
	"Oh we're going out there?" He's a few towns over, but his place
was a bit nicer than Grandad's.
	"Yeah, hope you don't mind. It was just easier for us to all get
out there. And Rick got called away on business for today so I had to go
out and watch Jon anyways."
	"No big deal." I smiled.
	"You and Jon will have to share a room, but that's nothing new."
	"Oh yeah, we do that all the time when we have sleepovers and
that." I said, remembering those nights with a twinge in my stomach. Jon
usually slept with his shirt off, and I loved seeing him with as little
clothes on as possible.
	"Cool then. The real party will be tomorrow night, for now we're
just gonna hang out."
	"Sounds good to me." I said, relaxing into the leather seats.

	In about half an hour we were there, Jon in the doorway waving to
us. His hair was a bit neater than I remembered, but still pretty long, and
still down over one eye. He had on a tight white t-shirt and jeans, despite
the chilly fall weather.
	"How's it going buddy?" He said, giving me a hug in the driveway.
"Let me get your bag." I got a glimpse of his boxers as he bent over into
the truck's backseat to get my bag. He always wore silk boxers as far as I
could tell, black with red hearts today. I sighed to myself and followed
Grandad into the house.
	"So Gareth," Grandad said. "What would you like to do tonight?"
	"Oh I don't care, movies and whatever is cool with me."
	"The usual." Jon said with a smile as he took my bags upstairs. I
hung up my coat and went with Grandad to the kitchen.
	"First things first we need to get some dinner. Pizza sound good?"

	The night passed smoothly, although around 8, Grandad stood up off
the couch and stretched. "Time for me to go to bed I think, we have a long
day ahead of us tomorrow." He gave us each a hug before heading downstairs
to the guest room.
	"So glad my dad is gone tonight." Jon said, stretched out in a
recliner. We'd both traded our jeans for pajama pants after dinner. Even
Jon's pajamas were slung low enough to show off his boxers, the same heart
ones from earlier.
	"Why? Your dad is cool."
	"Yeah but he cramps my style sometimes. You want a beer?" He stood
up and went to the kitchen.
	"Beer?"
	"Yeah, beer, Dipshit." He smiled at me, it was like a pet name he'd
called me for years, as bizarre as that sounds.
	"Sure thing, Dickface." I smiled back.
	He grabbed us both a beer and then sat down on the couch beside me.
"It's really cool that you're here for this, I remember when Grandad and my
Dad had my party. It was fucking awesome."
	"Really? What did they do?"
	"Well we just kinda hung out." He said. "But it's great to get to
know them better, it's sort of when you stop being a kid to them and be
treated like an equal."
	"I can't wait." I said, downing the rest of my beer. I'd never had
one before, but it tasted great.
	"Wow, seems like you like that beer little bro." He said, getting
up. "I'll grab you another." I loved it when he called me `bro'. I said as
much when he brought me another beer.
	"Well you are like a brother to me." He said, putting his arm
around my shoulder. I leaned in and rested on his chest, watching whatever
movie was on TV. I'd never been this close to Jon before, curled up on his
chest. And what was more, he didn't seem to mind. Somehow the movie didn't
matter anymore, all I could concentrate on was Jon's chest rising and
falling underneath of his t-shirt.
	He finished off his beer and went to get another one, and to my
surprise when he came back, he wrapped his arm around me again, pulling me
in close this time.
	"This is nice." I said absentmindedly, the beer starting to kick
in.
	"I know bro." He said. His arm was rubbing my back and shoulder
now. We sat like that for a while longer, and once the movie was over, Jon
just shut off the TV.
	"Let's lay down." He said, moving down across the couch. I laid
down beside him, curling up on his chest again. His arm was around me in a
flash. "This is kinda weird." He said.
	"Yeah I know."
	"Not in a bad way though. I've just never really..." He trailed
off.
	"Me either."
	"I've done this with chicks before." He said, his speech a little
slurry from the beer as well. "But this just seems different."
	We heard Grandad moving around downstairs and both sat up quickly.
Jon cleared his throat and took the beer bottles out to the kitchen.
	"Dad said we could have some this weekend anyways, don't worry
about the beer."
	"I wasn't worried about the beer, Jon, I was more worried about..."
I didn't want to say it, that we had been cuddled up together on the couch.
	"Let's just go upstairs, we can close the door." He said, taking my
hand and pulling me up off the couch.

	We went upstairs to his room, and he shut the door behind me.
	"Dad got you out the air mattress if you don't want to share the
bed with me, but I didn't think you'd really care."
	"Not really." I said, still feeling akward from the emrbace
downstairs.
	"Shit I'm tired." He said, pulling off his t-shirt. I saw his pale
body in the moonlight, his toned pecs and the beginnings of a six pack, and
a small trail of hair leading down into the waistband of his silk boxers.
He laid down on the bed and motioned for me to join him.
	I laid down beside him, and as I went to lay on him he stopped me.
	"Not that way bro, you gotta lose the shirt." He smiled up at me. I
nervously complied, taking my black t-shirt off and tossing it aside.
	"Your PJs are up too high too, sag em a little." He smiled. I stood
up and dropped them a little, the waistband of my white briefs coming into
view. I was a little self concious next to Jon's body, my own seeming
skinny in comparison.
	"Boxer briefs?" He asked.
	"Regular briefs." I said quietly, curling up on his chest once
more. I felt his hand tracing down my back to my briefs, then back up
again.
	"Really bro? I thought you'd have gotten into some boxers by now."
	"I dunno, a lot of my friends have, but I've never really liked
them." I said. "These just feel better."
	"That's only cause you've never tried a pair of these." He said,
rubbing the exposed part of his boxers. I ventured my hand down and traced
along the waistband, thrills shooting through my body.
	"They are nice, Jon."
	"You'll have to try a pair sometime." He said.
	"Only if you try on a pair of my briefs." I said with a chuckle.
	"They might be a little small on me but it's a deal." He laughed.
"I do have some of my own too."
	"Really, I've never seen you in anything but the silk." Normally I
would have added `not that I've been looking', but the beer was making me
feel adventurous.
	"I wear them for like working out, jogging and shit." He said with
a yawn. "But my girlfriend likes these."
	"What's her name?" I said, feeling jealous. God, what was going on
here?
	"Well it was Chelsea, we broke up last week."
	"Why?"
	"She was lousy in bed." He smiled. "She might have liked the boxers
but she didn't know what to do with them once I was down to them."
	We both laughed for a bit. "That's terrible." I said. "Hopefully
you can meet someone else that does."
	"You ever have a girlfriend Gareth?" He asked. "Or a fuck buddy?"
	"None of the above." I said. It was true.
	"What about a boyfriend?" He asked quietly.
	"Not yet." I answered with a gulp. "So you know?"
	"Dude, no straight guy would be curled up together with another guy
and offering to trade underwear." He laughed again, such a sexy sound. His
arm got tighter around me. "But don't worry bro, I don't care."
	"I figured. No straight guy would let another guy snuggle up with
him and touch his underwear." I said, running my hand down along the
waistband of his boxers again. My hand came to rest on his stomach, I could
feel the little hairs underneath my palm.
	"True." He said. "No straight guy would be in bed with his male
cousin, wanting him to move his hand down a little lower." There was a
second of silence.
	"Seriously?" I asked. His only response was to move his hand lower
down my back, slipping into my pajama pants. I felt his hand start to grab
at my ass, and I let out a sigh.
	I moved my hand down.
	His dick was hard inside of his pajamas, the blue flannel rubbing
sexily over the silk underneath. He moaned as my hand wrapped around his
pole, which must've been about seven inches long.
	He brought my face up to his and started to kiss me. His hair
brushed up against my forehead as I clumsily grabbed at his cock. I undid
the button on his pajamas and felt his tongue shoot into my mouth. It
tasted like the beer we'd had. I reached inside his pajamas, feeling the
wet spot on the silk where his cockhead was.
	"Shit that feels good bro." He said, breaking the kiss. He rolled
me over and got on top of me, grinding our crotches together. I sighed as
he kissed down my neck to my nipples. His tongue flicked out over each of
them, making me gasp.
	His tongue slowly licked down my body, tickling me and thrilling me
as it went, until he reached my briefs.
	"Let's see these." He said, pulling my pajamas off and throwing
them aside. "Fuck bro, you do look good in these." He said, his mouth
engulfing my package. I moaned as his mouth massaged my prick through my
briefs.
	"Six inches?" He asked, rubbing the wet cotton and looking up at
me.
	"Around there." I managed to gasp out, my senses overloaded with
this newfound pleasure.
	"Fucking tasty either way." He said, going back to sucking me
off. I moaned louder as his oral assault got faster and harder, my cock
leaking like mad into my briefs now.
	"Maybe we should finally see what you're packing in there baby." He
said, hooking his fingers into my briefs. He pulled them down slowly, my
cock jumping free as soon as it could. I was uncut, and it was soaked with
precum.
	Jon wrapped his hand around it, pulled my foreskin back, and took
my dick into his mouth. I'd heard of blowjobs before, but never experienced
one. And from what I could tell, Jon was an expert. I kicked off my briefs
as he sucked my dick, one of his hands rubbing my chest, the other inside
of his pajamas fisting his own dick.
	He went from fast to slow, then long and deep swallows followed by
licking around my exposed cockhead. He started to jack me off as he sucked
the head.
	"I'm gonna cum soon, Jon." I hissed out.
	"Well," He stopped and moved up my body till our faces were level.
"We can't have that happen yet." He smiled and kissed me again, his tongue
tasted like my precum. I reached down now and started to feel his ass
through his boxers, the tight muscles of his cheeks clenching as we grinded
together.
	"So you like those boxers?" He asked with a sly smile.
	"I do."
	"Why don't you get down there and taste them?" He asked, rolling
over and laying down on his back. He flicked his pajamas off, showing off
his tented boxers. I moved down and inhaled the scent of his crotch,
rubbing my face on the hardened rod.
	"Like em baby?" He asked, running his hand through my short hair.
	"Yes Jon, I do." I said, my tongue rolling over his rod.
	"I wore these yesterday and today, just to get them tasting good
for you." He said, pushing my face down into them.
	"I'm glad." I said, undoing the button on the fly.
	"Now suck my cock Gareth." I pulled his dick out of the boxers. It
was uncut like mine, but a bit longer and thicker. I did the same thing he
had done to mine, pulling back the skin and wrapping my lips around the
head.
	"Shit bro!" He gasped as I started to take him into my mouth. "This
can't be your first time."
	I smiled up at him. "It is, I just had a very good teacher." I took
it back into my mouth, trying to take it as deep as I could, and then
coming back up for air. I kept this up until I could take it all.
	Jon was moaning and spasming as I worked on his tool, his hand
pushing my head down faster and faster.
	"Suck my balls babe." He said, taking his balls out of the boxers
as well. He started to jack off as I licked and sucked at his hairy balls.
I loved the scent of his musky sac as I soaked it in spit.
	"I'm so close dude." He breathed, his jerking getting more frantic
with each second. I pushed his hand away and dove my mouth back down onto
his pole. In a matter of seconds I felt the first shot of his cum splash
into my mouth. He let out a moan that must've woke the neighbors as the
second shot left his pole. I swallowed as quickly as I could, feeling his
teenaged juices slide down my throat.
	"Shit! Fuck!" He was swearing as I kept milking him dry. He pulled
me back up to his face and kissed me again, rolling me over. He moved down
qucikly to my naked crotch, jacking me off. I groaned as his mouth joined
his hands manipulating my dick.
	"I'm gonna cum too." I called out, his mouth wrapping around my
dick as I shot. I'd cum before by myself, but it was nothing compared to
the feeling of blowing a load into my cousin's mouth. My back flew up off
of the bed as my orgasm took over my body. Jon kept sucking and sucking
until I had to roll over and push his head away, my dick so sensitive I
could barely stand the feel of the sheets against it.
	I felt Jon wrap his arms around me, spooning me from behind. His
boxers were gone now, nothing but our two naked bodies in the bed. He
pulled the sheet up over us.
	"That was amazing Jon." I said, cuddling into his warm body.
	"It was bro." He kissed the back of my neck. "Happy birthday."

	The next morning I woke up to Jon rubbing my arms and back. I
stirred and remembered the night before, rolling over to see him. He kissed
me and we started to make out a little.
	"Grandad will be getting breakfast ready any minute bro." He said,
pulling away. "And if we go much further, I won't be able to stop."
	"I don't want to stop." I whispered in his ear, grabbing his half
hard rod.
	"Me either, but we better go get some breakfast." He stood up and
grabbed something off the floor.
	"What do you think?" He said, pulling up my briefs from the night
before. They were definitely tight on him, as he moved his stiff prick off
to the side in them.
	"You look awesome in them." I said, staring at his crotch.
	"Maybe tonight I'll put on a pair." He winked, pulling them off
again. He pulled a fresh pair of boxers, red silk, out of his drawer and
threw his pajamas on over them.
	"Better get dressed bro." He smiled and left the room. I got up and
took my briefs from the night before, tossing them and my pajamas on. I
threw on Jon's t-shirt from last night, enjoying his lingering scent on it
as I went downstairs.
	Sure enough, Grandad was in his robe cooking breakfast. Jon hadn't
bothered with a shirt and was sitting at the table with a mug of coffee.
	"Morning Gareth." Grandad said from the stove. "Sleep well?"
	"Like a baby." I answered, getting a smile from Jon.
	"Me too." Grandad said. "I love that guest room downstairs. If you
ever get the chance Gareth, give that bed a try. It's amazing." He was
scrambling eggs.
	"You could at least put a shirt on for breakfast Jon." He said,
bringing plates over for us.
	"You didn't." Jon said, pointing at Grandad's bare chest under his
robe. His dark chest hair was poking out from below the black fabric.
	"At least I'm covered, and my underwear isn't sticking out." He sat
down.
	"It's fashion now." I piped up.
	"Yeah well, fashion isn't all it's cracked up to be." He opened the
paper. Jon kept winking at me over breakfast, keeping my dick in a constant
state of half arousal.
	We finished up and Grandad went upstairs to shower. I was washing
dishes when Jon came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and
rubbing my crotch.
	"We should try that downstairs bed sometime." He whispered. I
almost dropped the plates as I melted back into his body. "So what do you
think of Grandad?" He asked, his hand now inside of my pajamas.
	"What do you think?" I was afraid to answer.
	"Well, I wanted to rip that robe open and drop to my knees in front
of him." Jon said, licking my earlobe. "You?"
	"I would be down there with you." I whispered. "Same with your
dad."
	"Really?" He said, still rubbing my stiffie.
	"Yeah, he's hot as hell Jon."
	"I know." Jon said, taking his hand out of my pants and moving back
to the table.
	"Cocktease." I stuck out my tongue at him.
	"Keep that tongue in your mouth until later." He said with a smirk.
	Grandad came back down a few minutes later. He was wearing just his
robe now, his pajamas slung over his arm and his hair still wet.
	"You boys better get ready, it's almost noon and we have to go out
for a bit." He said, heading downstairs.
	"Let's go get a shower." Jon said, giving my ass a squeeze on the
way by. We rushed upstairs and fell onto the bed in each other's arms.
	"I want to shower with you." Jon said, stripping me of my pajamas
and shirt. "But it would take too long, get in there quick before I change
my mind." He watched me intently as I gathered some clean clothes.
	I chose jeans and a navy blue hoodie, over some white briefs and a
white muscle shirt. Jon gave me a quick kiss as he went into the shower,
his naked body on display.
	"God you're so hot Jon." I said, rubbing his abs and chest.
	"Plenty of time for that later." He smiled.

	We spent the afternoon running around to grocery stores trying to
get food for dinner that night. We picked up some steaks and such, with
Grandad spending an hour trying to find the right spices.
	"It's an old family recipe." He kept saying as we drove to another
store.
	The entire time I could only think about Jon, and from the time he
spent staring at me, he couldn't concentrate either. Soon enough we were
back at home, Grandad shooing us into the living room while he cooked
dinner.
	I was about to suggest we head upstairs for a little while when the
door opened and Uncle Rick came in, his blue eyes flashing underneath of
his black hair, and his goatee trimmed short.
	"Hey boys!" He called from the doorway.
	"Hi dad!" Jon and I went over to greet him. He looked amazing in
his suit, the blue tie matching his eyes perfectly, and the white shirt
stretched tight across his toned frame.
	"Hi there Gareth." He said, pulling me into a hug.  "Glad you could
make it out. This party is tradition you know."
	"So I've heard."
	"I had one, your grandfather had one, even your father had one."
	"You'll have to tell us all about it over dinner." Jon said, taking
his dad's bags upstairs.
	"How was your trip Uncle Rick?"
	"Shitty. Got the deal and all, but the hotel was absolute shit." He
loosened his tie. "Lumpy bed, pissy maids, no minibar." He chuckled.
	"Hey son." Grandad came into the living room and gave him a
hug. "Supper should be ready soon."
	"The supper is almost the best part." Uncle Rick said. "So tell me
Gareth, what's new?"
	The small talk went on for an hour until Grandad came to summon us.

	The dining room was dark except for some candles, and we all sat
down to a lavish spread. Grandad had pulled out all the stops for this
dinner.
	Dinner, as promised, was amazing. The steaks were fantastic and the
desert Grandad made was delicious. We even had a few beers with the meal as
Uncle Rick told us about the deal he'd cut.
	After dinner we all went to change out of our day clothes and go to
the downstairs den for a few more drinks. Jon and I put on our pajama pants
and t-shirts, Uncle Rick and Grandad both wore robes with pajamas, though
Grandad hadn't put a shirt on under his robe.
	"And Rick, will you tell your son to start wearing some clothes in
the morning?" Grandad said jokingly.
	"Oh this again, I've tried, believe me."
	"At least pull up his pants."
	"Aw, it's so much more comfortable this way." Jon said. He was
sitting beside me on a couch, Grandad and Uncle Rick in recliners on either
side of us.
	"Gareth doesn't wear his clothes like that." Grandad said.
	"Well he should." Jon smiled over at me. "Chicks love it."
	"I'm sure they do." Uncle Rick said, lighting up a cigar. He passed
one to Grandad as well. They'd switched from beers to some brandy as well.
	"So Grandad, boxers or briefs?" Jon asked.
	"Depends on the day."
	"Right now?"
	"Boxers if you must know, silk ones like you usually wear." Grandad
exhaled some smoke.
	"Same here." Uncle Rick said. "I was the one that started that."
	"I got it from Grandad." Jon said. "He gave me a pair to try one
time at his place."
	"And he got it from me." Uncle Rick said, taking a drink.
	"What about you Gareth?" Grandad asked.
	"I just wear briefs." I said quietly, hoping the subject would
change soon. "Jon offered to let me try a pair of his boxers, but I haven't
yet."
	"Ah, you should." Uncle Rick said. "But briefs are good too."
	"That's what I'm wearing now Dad." Jon piped up.
	"Really?" Grandad said. "Something besides those boxers?"
	"Yeah." Jon said, lifting up his shirt. Sure enough there was a
white waistband there, and red cotton underneath. I had a pair just like
them.
	"Where did you get those?" Grandad asked.
	"They're Gareth's." He said, his shirt still halfways up his
chest. My throat went dry.
	"Well." Grandad said, reaching out and running a hand over
them. "They're very nice, why don't you strip down and show us how they
look on you?"
	Jon winked at me as he stood up, his shirt coming off, followed by
his pants. He stood there for a second as both Grandad and Uncle Rick ran
their hands over his briefs and his body. He sat back down next to me.
	"What about you Gareth? Let's see what you've got on under those."
Grandad said quietly.
	"Let me help." Jon said, pulling my t-shirt up over my head. I
stood up and he pulled my pants down, leaving me exposed in my white
briefs.
	"Not a matching set tonight boys?" Grandad smiled.
	"Here." Uncle Rick fished something out of his pocket, a red pair
of briefs like Jon had on. "Put these on Gareth."
	"Right here?" I asked, taking them from him.
	"Right here." Grandad said, eyeing my body up and down. I stepped
out of my briefs and slid the other ones on.
	"Where did you get these?" I asked, as Jon stood up beside me and
embraced me from behind.
	"I gave them to him." Jon said. "Took them out of your bag when I
took these ones. Grandad said he wanted us to match for them tonight."
	"What's going on guys?" I was nervous as the two older men smoked,
watching Jon kiss the back of my neck. I was definitely hard, as was Jon.
	"This is your party Gareth." Jon said. "Just like I had, and just
like my dad had, just like your dad had."
	"Just like I had when I was your age boys." Grandad said, undoing
his robe. "Just like you'll have for other men as you get older."
	"Seriously?" I asked, confused.
	"Yes son." Uncle Rick said, his own robe undone. He had on black
pajama pants, a huge bulge obvious in them. He stroked it as he explained,
"As far back as we can remember, the family has always had a party like
this for the boys on their fifteenth birthday."
	"Mine was amazing Gareth." Jon whispered, his hands now reaching
around to the front of me and stroking my briefs. "I was so happy when
Grandad told me I could get you started last night."
	"And you boys sounded like you were having fun." Grandad said,
putting out the butt of his cigar. "I could hear you moaning all the way
downstairs."
	"Sorry I missed that one." Uncle Rick said.
	"I wish you guys could have seen it." Jon mumbled as he licked my
neck. "Gareth here sucks a mean cock."
	"We'll find out later." Grandad said, sitting back with his hands
behind his head. "For now, you boys lay down on the couch and get to know
each other some more."
	Jon pulled me down to the couch, laying me down and then laying on
top of me. He smiled as he started to grind into me again.
	"What do you think of Jon in the briefs dad?" Uncle Rick asked.
	"Looks pretty damn good."
	"The first time I tried the silk boxers was actually at my party."
Jon confessed. "Grandad made me try them on."
	"I'm so glad I did too son, that was the horniest night I'd had in
years."
	"Hopefully this one will be better." Jon said, moving down to kiss
me again. It was a sloppy kiss, his tongue in and out of my mouth
hurridly. I darted my own tongue out, wrestling with his while the men
watched.
	"Come here Gareth, I want to see something." Uncle Rick said. Jon
got off of me and went to sit on grandad's lap. Uncle Rick moved to the
couch and laid on top of me where Jon had been. He had the same cologne on
that Grandad was wearing. I felt his huge cock rubbing onto my leg.
	"You look just like Justin at that age."
	"My dad?" I asked.
	"Yes Gareth, it's uncanny. I remember giving him his party..." He
stopped and bent his head down to kiss me. I melted down into the couch as
he slowly kissed me, his hands running up and down my body.
	Jon was straddling Grandad's legs now, making out with him. The
older man's hands were on his ass, kneading and grabbing.
	"There's another part to this party Gareth." Uncle Rick whispered
in my ear. I had my arms wrapped around him, feeling his hard back through
the robe. "It's going to be your first time tonight feeling a real man's
cock inside of you."
	"You mean I'm going to get fucked?"
	"Yes." He bit my neck lightly, making me moan. "Normally your
father is the one that does it, but we'll adapt."
	"So who is doing mine?" As horny as I was, this bizarre ritual
seemed fine to me. I'm sure now that if they had told me beforehand, I
would have ran away.
	"I will be." He said. "Then your grandfather, then Jon."
	"All of you?"
	"Not at once." He chuckled. "But by the end of the night, you will
have felt each of us deep inside of you. Are you ready for that?"
	I answered with a kiss on his neck, the stubble scratching me. "I
want it now." I whispered.
	"Not yet Gareth, we still have some other stuff to attend to." He
rose up, and Grandad moved down on top of me, his robe and pajamas
gone. True to his word, he had on a pair of black silk boxers.
	"I've been looking forward to this Gareth." He said, kissing
me. "You're growing into a gorgeous young man."
	"Thanks grandad, to be honest, I've wanted to fuck around with all
of you for a few years now." I admitted.
	"Jon said that last time we all got together. He told us how you
two were beating off to some porn and you spent the entire time watching
his cock." Grandad laughed. "Cute story."
	His cock was grinding into mine, and it must have been just as big,
if not bigger than Uncle Rick's. It felt like it was practically touching
me through the thin silk.
	"I want to suck your cock grandad." I said. He merely moved off of
me and pulled me towards the guest room. Jon and Uncle Rick were already
wrapped up in each other's arms on one side of the gigantic bed.
	The room was lit with nothing but candles, and I noticed Uncle Rick
had on the same boxers as grandad.
	"You guys match too?" I asked.
	"We didn't plan to." Grandad said. "But it worked out that way." He
pulled me roughly down to the bed, putting me between him and the other
two. I felt hands reach out from all sides to stroke my body. I leaned my
head back and kissed Uncle Rick as Grandad moved his lips down my body,
kissing around my stomach and briefs.
	Jon's head darted in, his mouth replacing Rick's as I moved my
hands down to rub Rick's cock. There was a huge wet spot on his boxers, and
he moaned as I gripped his pole.
	Grandad pulled my briefs down and off in one motion. He made a
noise of satisfaction as he took my dick into his mouth.
	"Oh yes!" I cried out as his mouth moved up and down on my cock.
	"Looks fucking tasty." Uncle Rick said, feeling up my ass. Grandad
rolled me onto my back and moved into a 69 position, his stiff cock
sticking out of his boxers. It was thicker than any I'd seen before, and I
opened my mouth hungrily to taste it.
	Grandad was uncut like the rest of us, his meaty dick felt huge in
my mouth. I was overwhelmed by the sensations going on around me. Hands
were groping at me, twisting my nipples and grabbing my ass. Mouths moved
up and down me, kissing at my cock and mouth.
	After a while Jon and I were embraced in the middle of the bed,
Uncle Rick behind him and Grandad behind me, each of them playing with
different parts of my body. The sheets were soaked in sweat, the smell of
men and sex permeating the air.
	Eventually we were all naked, the briefs and boxers tossed aside as
our passions grew. We weren't even talking anymore, just grunting and
moaning as we writhed around together.
	I found myself on my hands and knees, with Uncle Rick spreading my
ass cheeks. I had no idea what he was doing until I felt his tongue reach
out and flick across my virgin hole.
	I let out a scream into the pillow as he pushed me down, his tongue
furiously licking at my ass hole. He moved aside as Jon stuck his in,
followed by a finger. I moaned in time with his finger, probing inside of
me and bringing me new feelings with each thrust. Grandad took a turn as
well, his rough tongue coupled with a few playful spanks.
	"It's about time to break him in I think." I heard Uncle Rick say
from behind me, three of his fingers now stretching me out.
	Jon's face met mine at the top of the bed and he started to kiss
me. "Can't wait for my turn bro." He winked. The fingers left me, and Uncle
Rick propped me up on my hands and knees.
	The next thing I felt was indescribable as I felt his cock entering
me. I let out a feral cry as it felt like I was being torn apart.
	"Take it easy Gareth, relax." I heard Jon telling me. I relaxed and
after a few seconds, was used to the giant rod invading my hole. Then he
started to thrust.
	Anything I'd felt up till now was eclipsed by the intense pain and
pleasure coming from Uncle Rick fucking me. I could barely move or speak as
he railed into me.
	"Fuck he's taking it like a trooper." I heard Rick grunt.
	"Oh yeah, he's loving it, aren't you boy?" Grandad said.
	"Oh god yes!" I yelled, grasping at the sheets. It went on for what
seemed like hours, his hairy body behind me thrusting and pumping. I
finally opened my eyes to see Jon and Grandad on the edge of the bed,
spooning and slowly jerking each other off.
	"I'm gonna cum soon dad!" Uncle Rick shouted.
	"Pull it out, make him eat it." He ordered.
	He removed his cock from my ass and brought my face towards it. It
wasn't even in my mouth when he started shooting, jets of his cum spraying
out onto my face and into my mouth. I licked as much of it as I could up
from around my mouth and watched Rick's body jerk in his orgasm.
	"Fuck! Fuck!" He kept grunting as another small shot flew out,
landing on my chest. Jon came closer to me and licked my face clean of his
father's jizz.
	"Mm. Almost as good as when it's fresh from the source." He smiled
up at his father, who collapsed next to Grandad on the side of the bed. Jon
got behind me, and I heard him spit and rub it on his cock.
	I grunted again and put my face back into the pillow as Jon's turn
with my ass started. Though he was smaller than Rick, he made up for it
with force. It was a bit rougher than the first time, but by now I was used
to it. I moaned and groaned along with Jon as he pumped into me.
	"Damn those boys are crazy about each other." Uncle Rick said.
	"You really should have heard them last night." Grandad said. "I
was outside their room jacking off, thought I was going to break my wrist."
	"You were really there?" I managed to get out.
	"Of course, Jon told me his plan. I only wish I could have watched
the whole thing from the foot of the bed." He smiled.
	"Oh god, I wish you had joined in!" Jon moaned as his thrusts got
even faster. "I'm gonna cum soon guys."
	"Wherever you want to cum is cool with me." Uncle Rick said. Jon
pulled out and pushed me towards his cock again. This time he exploded
inside of my mouth, and every drop of jizz he had I swallowed. I reached
around and grabbed his ass, pushing his cock deeper into my throat.
	"God dammit Gareth, calm down!" He panted, falling back into his
father's arms. "Kid loves his cum."
	"He's gonna love mine even more." Grandad said, getting up behind
me. He entered me slowly and I grunted, his was the thickest yet.
	"Oh jesus this kid is tight!" He grunted, giving my ass a slap.
	"I know. I can't wait to get back inside him." Uncle Rick said
lustily. I looked over and saw Jon was getting hard again already. Grandad
was fucking me slow and deep, reaching around to jack my cock.
	"Oh god, I'll cum if you keep that up." I panted, sweat dripping
down my forehead.
	"I won't let you cum yet Gareth, don't worry." He said, another
hard thrust coming from him. I watched Jon and Rick make out and work each
other back to hardness again as Grandad kept on fucking me. I loved each of
his deep thrusts, each one sending a wave of sexual pleasure coursing
through me.
	"It's about time for me to cum too." He said, pulling out. This
time he rolled me over and laid down beside me, jacking his thick uncut
meat.
	"Let me." I said, reaching down and gripping his huge dick by the
base, jacking it off quickly.
	"Shit!!" He cried, shot after shot of his hot cum pouring out from
his cock, landing on my chest and stomach, and some on his own
chest. "Fuck! I haven't cum this hard in ages!" He cried, another jet
landing on my stomach.
	"Let me clean it up." Rick said, leaning in and licking my stomach
and chest clean. I was so close to cumming without even touching myself.
	"Now let's let him finish up." Grandad said, leaning back and
watching Jon and Uncle Rick move down and start to tongue my cock together,
one on each side of me. It didn't last long, their combined assault on my
dick breaking whatever boundaires I had left. My back flew up off of the
bed as I came, more than I'd ever shot before, some of it landing on the
headboard behind me, some in Uncle Rick's hair, and Jon caught the rest in
his mouth.
	Finally we all collapsed together on the bed, Jon and I in the
middle, the two older men behind us. Minutes passed as we laid there in the
near darkness, nobody daring to speak.
	It was Jon that finally broke the silence. "Welcome to the family
Gareth." He said, giving me a quick kiss.
	"Thanks." I snuggled deeper into Grandad's embrace. "I still can't
believe this all guys. It's intense."
	"It always is when you're with family members." Grandad said. "I
discovered that back when I was 15, except my family was much larger." He
laughed. "I had three brothers and six uncles, god knows how many cousins."
	"How many came for your party?"
	"My father, all my brothers, three of my uncles, six cousins." He
counted off on his fingers. "Only my father popped my cherry that night,
but by the end of the year the rest of them had all had their turns."
	"So, every man in the family is gay?" I asked.
	"Bisexual or gay usually. One of my brothers stopped right after my
party. And some of my cousins were never in on them. They knew about them,
but they never complained." Grandad explained.
	"How long has it been going on?"
	"Not sure. My father had one, but who knows?"
	"Wow." I sighed again.
	"Who cares how long?" Jon laughed. "I'm just glad it does."
	"So all that about pulling up your pants and wearing clothes at
breakfast?" I asked Jon.
	"All a show." He winked.
	"Of course, I wanted nothing more than to pull his pants down and
have some teenaged sausage for my breakfast." Grandad laughed.
	"Anytime you want it, it's yours." He smiled.
	"I know son, I know." We lapsed back into silence for a few
minutes.
	"Gotta piss." Uncle Rick said, getting up and grabbing his
boxers. He came back a few minutes later. "Christ boys, it's almost
midnight. Time for me to hit the hay." He gave us each a hug and a pretty
sexy kiss, before grabbing his robe and heading upstairs.
	"And I should be getting some sleep as well boys. You're welcome to
stay here tonight if you'd like. Though I won't be offended if you want to
continue the party by yourselves upstairs." He smiled and gave Jon's fresh
hard on a quick rub.
	"What do you say Gareth?"
	"I think I'm up for another round." I smiled, feeling my own dick
rousing again.
	"Well you kids get out of here and let an old man sleep." He gave
me another hug and kiss, taking a minute to stroke me back to full
hardness. "Enjoy that cock Jon, it's a beauty."
	"Sure thing Grandad." He grabbed our briefs off the ground and
tossed me my pair, and we left Grandad's room to go upstairs.
	"I still can't believe it Jon." I whispered as we went up to our
room. "It seems surreal still."
	"That's how I felt." He said, pulling his door shut behind us. Our
cocks were still both hard in our red briefs. "Like my whole world had
changed for the better."
	"Yeah, all those years of fantasizing have come true." I said,
falling into bed with him. We embraced and made out for a while, the taste
of cum still fresh in both of our mouthes.
	"Doesn't it ever get overwhelming?" I asked.
	"Well not really, it's not a constant thing. And we have a few
rules." He said, reaching down into my briefs and pulling my cock
free. "You can always say no to anything, and well, I guess that's it." He
laughed. "You can never be forced to do anything."
	"That's fine, although I doubt there's anything I wouldn't do." I
laughed, loving the feel of his hands on my cock. "So who all came to
yours?"
	"Well Dad, Grandad and Uncle Jerry."
	"Oh wow, how big was Jerry?" I moaned, my cock slippery with
precum.
	"Pretty darn big. The three of them came into my room just as I got
into bed. They all had just their boxers on of course, they just sort of
pulled the sheets off me and pulled me down to Dad's room." He sighed as he
stroked my tool. "So Grandad was going to tell you tomorrow, but I can't
keep it in. You know Jerry's son, JD?"
	"Yeah, he's pretty cute too."
	"Well, his birthday is in two weeks. He's turning fifteen." Jon
smiled at me. "You know what that means."
	"Oh my god. I didn't even think of that."
	"He's already come out of the closet to Uncle Jerry too, so there's
definitely going to be a party. I think Grandad is gonna let us get him
ready the night before too, just like I did for you."
	"Fucking hot." I was close to cumming, I said as much.
	"Let me taste it again." He said, darting down and taking my cock
into his mouth. I let out a sigh and shot another load down his throat,
twitching as my orgasm shot through me.
	"I want to fuck you again." He said, pulling my briefs down and
kissing me.
	"Right now?" I gasped, still woozy from my orgasm.
	"Yeah." He kissed me and then rolled over behind me. With a little
bit of spit, he was inside of me again. He bucked his hips a few times,
then buried it in deep.
	"Shit baby, you're so tight." He whispered, nibbling on my
ear. "I'm so tired man, how about we just sleep like this, me inside you?"
	"OK Jon." I agreed, ready to pass out myself. "I love you."
	"I love you too." He said, giving me one last kiss on the back of
the neck. I fell asleep that night with him buried inside of me.


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