Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2017 21:19:46 +1100
From: Story Teller <storytellertripplex@gmail.com>
Subject: Jon's Family and Their Friends - Chapter 11

Chapter 11 – Jon's Family and Their Friends

Recap:

Ben's ass was already well lubed and stretched out so Steve's cock slipped
in through Ben's puffy asslips with no difficulty at all.  As much as Steve
enjoyed a squishy and loose fuckhole, he thought Ben might appreciate
something more, so he slipped a couple of his gloved fingers into Ben's ass
alongside his cock.  And he was right – Ben was soon grunting away in
time to Steve's strokes.

Meanwhile, at the other end of Ben's body, Ben was re-doubling he efforts
at massaging my stretched out ass and sucking off my hard cock.

Even though he had only cum minutes before Ben was soon hard too.  While
his right hand was busy up my ass, he was still able to pull at his cock
with his left.

Soon all three of us were grunting our ways to pretty much simultaneous and
absolutely monumental orgasms.  I certainly saw stars afterwards and had to
reach around and grab hold of Ben's wrist to stop him moving within my
spasming ass.

Continuation:

Steve and Ben also seemed blown away by it all, as it took us a few minutes
to untangle ourselves and drop our cum-covered bodies onto Steve's leather
sofa.

Once again Ben seemed a bit overwhelmed, so while he recovered Steve and I
chatted about what a great session that had been and how we needed to
organise another session for the following weekend.

Steve suggested we have the session as "TroFFboi's" place.  TroFFboi, whose
real name was Greg, was mid-30s, a wiry 5'8"/173cm and about 60kg with
slightly thinning dirty blond hair, which he'd cut short.  TroFFboi is
Greg's Recon.com profile name and refers to the fact he is seriously into
both fisting and piss, as a bottom.  He also has a nice 7 inch cock which
he really should use for fucking more often.

I pointed out that while TroFFboi's play space (a double garage with no
windows and an adjacent toilet and open shower space) would be a great
place to play, it would mean we had three guys who were mainly bottoms and
Steve as the only top.

"Well, what about adding Big Ben?" Steve asked.  Big Ben was a former rugby
second rower, late 20s or maybe early 30s, about 6'6"/198cm and at least
120kg in weight, maybe more now that he wasn't training as intensively.
Big Ben is a fisting top with a nice cock, surprisingly gentle temperament
and fucking huge hands.

"Woow there!  Ben's ass is not up to taking Big Ben's fists," I told Steve.

"No, no, of course not.  But if we tell him to lay off Little Ben's ass,
he'll be fine about that.  He'll have yours and TroFFboi's to play with,
after all."

"And you'll have my Ben's?  All to yourself?" I said with a smirk.

"Hey, I did OK today, didn't I?"

I had to concede he had a point there.

And so we had a plan for another session on the following weekend.


And perhaps surprisingly, it all came together without a hitch.  Both Big
Ben and TroFFboi were free and keen to play.  We didn't immediately tell
them that Ben (who we now started calling "Little Ben") was my son, nor
that he was only 17.  We only told them that Little Ben was quite young and
very keen.  When the details all came out on the day it just made Big Ben
and TroFFboi even more excited.

A few minutes after 5 pm on the following Saturday, Steve was the last of
the crew to arrive at Greg's (TroFFboi's) place.  We all then stripped off
our clothes and moved down to double garage below the modern townhouse
where TroFFboi had already set up a sling, some soft gym mats and heaters.
It only took a few minutes to set up the second sling Steve had brought
within him.

In introducing Little Ben to TroFFboi I had explained that in addition to
being into fisting TroFFboi was very keen on piss and that anytime Ben
needed to piss, he should offer the piss to TroFFboi.  He smiled at me when
I told him that as we are guests at TroFFboi's "it's only polite" to piss
on him or do whatever else he want's with your piss.  TroFFboi immediately
demonstrated what I meant by falling to his knees in front of Ben and
opening his mouth expectantly.

I told TroFFboi "Later" and also told Ben that it's OK to just refer to
TroFFboi as "the Troff", "Troff" or just "boi".

When Big Ben stripped off, Little Ben took an immediate interest.  It only
took the few minutes while we were setting up the second sling for the two
Bens to start running their hands over each other's body.  Little Ben
seemed fascinated with Big Ben's new but thick black beard, huge hairy pecs
and corrugated belly and his even bigger hairy thighs and ass.

Big Ben appeared equally interested in my Ben's creamy white smooth skin,
nicely rounded ass cheeks and smallish but well defined pecs and abs.

I reminded them what they'd both agreed about Big Ben not trying fist his
new little buddy, but told them it was OK to fuck.  They seems happy with
that for the moment.

TroFFboi kicked off the festivities by asking if anyone needed to piss.
When Steve said "Yes" we all went around the corner into the open shower
area where TroFFboi got down on his knees in front of Steve and opened his
mouth in anticipation.  It took a few moments for the flow to start, but
Steve's piss was soon flowing freely.

TroFFboi caught the piss in his mouth for a few moments, trying not to let
any splash out, and then moved forward to rap his lips around Steve's
swelling cock.  We then all watched in fascination as TroFFboi kept
drinking and swallowing Steve's piss until his bladder was empty.

Afterwards TroFFboi leaned back with a satisfied grin on his face and let
out a huge belch.

"Beautifully sweet," he announced.  "I hope you're all well hydrated."

My Ben had a slightly stunned look on his face, but his new buddy, Big Ben,
put a huge arm around his shoulders, gave him a squeeze and said "God the
Troff is one fucked up, horny guy.  That's got me hard."  And indeed, it
had.  "Can I fuck you?"

"Sure," responded Little Ben with a sudden smile.

Back in the play area Big Ben lifted his new little buddy into one of the
slings.  He then sat down on the provided stool and leaned in to inspect
the hole my Ben had worked so hard on stretching out over the last few
months.

After a careful visual inspection, Big Ben leaned in further and ran his
tongue over the newly stretched out puckers and creases.

"That is truly the prettiest, little pink hole I think I've ever seen.  I
can see you've been stretching it out.  With toys?  Have you been fisted?"
Big Ben gushed.

"Um," said Little Ben, suddenly shy and at a loss for words.  "I've been
playing with vegetables – carrots, zucchinis and the like – for a
while now.  And a couple of months ago Dad, Jon I mean, gave me access to
his toy collection.  And then last week Steve took my fisting cherry.  That
was the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me."

"So Jon's your dad?  I suspected that when I saw the two of you together.
And his attitude is rather protective," replied Big Ben.

"You really like my ass?"

"Yeah, it really is the most beautiful asshole I have ever seen.  The only
way it could get more beautiful is if it were even more stretched out and
pouty."  The big guy emphasised this by again leaning in and running his
tongue over and around Little Ben's hole.  And then he settled in to make a
banquet of it, encouraging Little Ben to relax his ass and open his hole up
so that Big Ben could get his tongue up further into the ass.

After a few minutes of this Big Ben stood up and slipped a condom onto his
nice sized cock, lubed himself up and then asked Little Ben, "You ready?'

"Fuck me hard," Little Ben responded.

And that's what Big Ben did, working Little Ben's ass from every angle as
hard as he could, getting him to flip over onto his belly for a while and
then rotating him full circle back onto his back.

"I'm sorry my cock isn't bigger, but I love your ass so much.  Tell me what
I can do to make it feel good?" Big Ben asked his new little friend.

"Don't say that.  Your cock was fantastic.  Of course I want you to fist
me, and I hope you want that too, but we promised Dad we wouldn't do that
tonight.

"Help me work on stretching out my ass some more.  With a bit more
stretching, I'm sure we can convince Dad that you fisting me would be
fine."

While all this was happening I was on the other side of the play room at
the other sling, getting ready to fist our host while chatting to Steve.  I
was also keeping half an eye on the two Bens.

"What was that you said about me having Little Ben all to myself?" Steve
joked.

"I'm sure it's just a passing fancy and Ben, the little one I mean, will be
shaking his ass in your direction any time now," I responded.

Concentrating on doing a good job fisting TroFFboy's nice ass, I didn't
follow the details of the two Ben's conversation, but soon enough the
prediction I had offered Steve came true, sort of.

Big Ben came over to Steve and explained that Little Ben wanted Steve to
fist him again.  Then both Steve and Big Ben went back to the other side of
the room, Steve to work over Little Ben's ass and Big Ben to watch over
them both like some huge protective, nipple tweaking deity.


"I guess it's just you and me, then" I told the Troff.  But that was fine;
we'd played together one on one a few times before and were more than
comfortable with each other.

"So, that's your kid?" he asked.

"Yep, the younger one."

"How'd the older one turn out?" he asked.

"That's a whole different story I'll tell you another time," I said with a
laugh.

And just to make sure we stopped gossiping about my screwed up family, I
pushed my fist further into the Troff's ass.

"Hey, you've opened up a lot since I was last here."

"Yeah, I've been playing with Big Ben," he said.  "That'll open anyone up,
though I guess that's over until he recovers from his infatuation with your
cute son."

"Infatuation?  Is that what you think it is?"

"Yep, thought that as soon as I saw them pawing each other and looking into
each other's eyes.  You can try deeper, if you like," TroFFboi said,
referring to my distracted fisting of his ass.

"Well, neither seem like the possessive type," I said, with fingers crossed
behind my back, thinking about Ben's selfish attitude regarding the toys
Mark wanted to borrow.  "Maybe Big Ben will play with you despite anything
those two have going on."

Then, changing the subject, sort of, I said, "You've been taking Big Ben's
big paws up your ass on a regular basis?  Shit, I've only taken one of
those fists on a couple of occasions, and each time my ass was tingling for
a week afterwards.  He's a seriously big guy."

"Yeah, well, I think he has really opened me up," the little pig said.
"First it would be one of his huge fists, then it was an even bigger toy,
then he'd go back to his fists.  The last couple of times we've played he's
had one fist and half of the second one up my ass.  I tell you, there were
dazzles in front of my eyes after that.

"You should seriously try and push your second fist in."

"Sure," I said as I pulled out my right fist so that I could properly lube
up both hands and work yet more lube up the Troff's ass.

And sure enough, it didn't take that much effort to get both my hands up
the Troff's ass.

"Oh, that good," he said.  "Keep pumping your hands into me."

The Troff is only a little guy, but he could really take a fist pounding.
But after 20 minutes of me forcing both my fists up his ass we both agreed
it was time to take a break.

"Troff, you wanna take a load of my piss?" I asked him.

"Love to.  Been wondering when the next bladder would need some relief"

We moved out to the shower area and were followed by the other three, who
had also decided to take a break after Little Ben's ass had received a good
stretching from Steve.

Once again Troff got on his knees and opened his mouth.  And once I started
to piss, Troff moved forward to clamp his lips around my cock head and
swallow my salty piss for all he was worth.

And again he released a huge belch afterwards.  (Not sure what it is about
piss play, but there always seems to be a lot of belching.)

Then Big Ben said he needed to piss, and Little Ben, my Ben, my younger
son, surprised us all by asking "Troff, is it OK if I take this?"

Troff, the perfect host as always, got up from the shower floor and
indicated that Ben should take his place.

"You don't have to swallow it all," I told him.

But he replied, "That's OK, I want to swallow it all.  Or at least as much
as I can."

So we all watched in wonder as huge beefy Big Ben stood with his massive
legs apart, towering over my Little Ben, trying to piss on his face.  The
only slight problem was that Big Ben was so excited and had such a hard
erection that it was difficult for him to piss.

But with some licking of the cock head by Little Ben and Big Ben's gentle
rubbing of his own belly, Big Ben finally started to piss and the flow was
huge.  Little Ben took some in his mouth and was able to swallow it, but
while he had his mouth closed swallowing, piss kept raining down on his
head, soaking his hair and face.  But it didn't really matter as it was
clear that both Bens were having a great time.

It seemed like the flow kept coming and coming.  From time to time Little
Ben took some in his mouth and swallowed and all the time he kept beating
his hard cock.  And then right at the end, when Big Ben's flow finally
started to slow, I kid you not, Little Ben came, throwing cum across his
wet stomach and chest, his face, his hair and even, I think, over his
shoulder.

As soon as Big Ben had stopped pissing and Little Ben had stopped pumping
out his semen, Big Ben reached down and pulled Little Ben up onto his feet,
and into Big Ben's arms.  And then Big Ben bent over and kissed his little
buddy on his lips, hard, and then started systematically cleaning up Little
Ben's face and neck with his lips and tongue.

My inner teen girl suddenly wanted to cry out "OMFG".  Those guys really
did look like they were in love, or at least infatuated, as Troff had put
it.

After that, we returned to the playroom in the same groups.  Troff and I
returned to the first sling, though this time it would my turn to be
fisted.  And the Bens and Steve returned to the second, where Steve resumed
his fisting of Little Ben's ass until Big Ben surprised us all by
announcing he wanted to be fisted by Little Ben.

We all gathered round to see this special event.  When the sling groaned a
bit on Big Ben climbing into it, Steve and I both looked at each other
thinking, shit, is that frame going to hold, but there was no problem.

Steve then stepped forward to offer this guidance to Little Ben as fisting
coach.

"Big Ben, I thought you only topped.  Have you actually been fisted
before," I asked him.

"Yeah, once, but it was a long time ago."

"Big toys?"

"Not recently ..."

"So why do you want Little Ben to do this?" I asked.

"I just really want to share the intimacy of fisting with him.  I really
want to feel him inside of me."

And so we watched as Little Ben pushed three then four of his fingers up
his big new friend's ass, and then alternately worked four fingers from one
hand in followed by four from the other.  Finally we could all see that Big
Ben was ready to take Little Ben's fist.  Little Ben tucked his right thumb
into his right palm, bent his hand into a cone, and pushed it all up
between Big Ben's huge hairy ass and through his asshole.

Both Bens called out "Yes!" at this joint achievement and then Big Ben,
almost without warning, came, shooting cum all over the place, and having
barely touched his cock while Little Ben was playing with his ass.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Big Ben kept on saying, his whole body shaking while
cum continued to spew out of his dick.

Steve as fisting coach sensibly got Little Ben to ease his hand out of Big
Ben's ass at this point.  And then the two Bens were hugging and kissing
each other, and I think Big Ben was even crying and apologising for not
being able to hold out longer.

I have to say it was one of the hottest and most intimate things I have
ever seen, and I felt privileged to have been there.


Ben's 18th birthday was coming up quickly and in fact was only two weeks
away at that point.  While we were sitting round drinking beer after the
session at TroFFboi's Ben told me that he wanted his birthday present to be
being fisted by Big Ben.

"Wow, that's be awesome," said Big Ben who was sitting next Little Ben with
what seemed like a protective arm around his shoulder.

Everyone could see I was still in paternal/protective mode, so Steve said,
"The kid has made good progress.  I had a few fingers in addition to a fist
up his ass today and he was asking for more, as always.

"And it's not like Big Ben would just shove his fist in regardless.  You
and I have both been fisted by him and you know he's very aware he could do
some damage with those big paws and so is doubly careful.

"Why don't we keep Little Ben on his ass stretching regime for the next two
weeks and see how we go on the big day.

"Besides, at 18 isn't Ben supposed to be able to make his own decisions?"

I thought about it for a minute and had to agree that Steve some good
points, especially the fact that at the end of the day it was Ben's
decision.

"OK, OK," I conceded.  "Let's go with Steve's plan."

So then the discussion turned to where the birthday party would be held.
Ben said he really wanted to go to a sex club, so we talked about places
where we could hire a large play space with slings, preferably more than
one.

Steve and Troff had a couple of suggestions, but the idea of a sex club
encountered a surprising obstacle – Mark.  When I told Mark about the
party plans, Mark insisted that Emma had to be invited.  I wasn't sure how
the others would react to a woman joining us (and I was a bit freaked out
myself, as it was a long time since I'd last encountered a woman in a
sexual setting), but even given her tall and athletic build and small
breasts, there is no way we could smuggle her in to a male sex on premises
venue.

When I explained we wouldn't be able to get Emma into the sex club, Mark
replied, "Well, you'll just have to find another place."

I discussed it with Ben, who definitely wanted to Mark to be there and was
remarkably, I thought, relaxed about a woman joining the festivities.

"I can go to a sex club another time.  Why don't we just go back to
Troff"s?" Ben asked.

And that was what was ultimately agreed, once I'd spoken to Troff, Steve
and Big Ben.  Everyone agreed Emma could be invited and I got the
impression Troff and Steve were also keen to meet Mark.  I'd told Steve
about Mark when I'd set up the first fisting session between us and Ben.
And it seems Troff had asked Steve about my elder son after I'd mentioned
him during the session the following week.  Fucking gays!  All size queens
and always gossiping about big dicks.

In all, the list of invitees was me, Little Ben, Big Ben, Steve, Troff,
Mark, Emma and, by popular acclimation, Sly Sam.  That gave a count of
three tops (Big Ben, Steve and Mark), three bottoms (Little Ben, Troff and
Sam), Emma and me.

Big Ben had a sling he could bring, so that was a total of three slings,
and Troff said he had some extra gym mats he could lay out.

A few days later I suggested to Ben and Mark that we have a "family only"
training session for Ben's ass prior to the birthday bash.  I could see
that Ben wondered about whether he could get Big Ben invited (he'd been
across at Big Ben's just about every night since they'd met) and that Mark
thought about Emma, but in the end they agreed to keep things "simple" and
"family only".


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