Date: Sun, 1 May 2011 10:49:35 -0700 From: trip carver <tripcarver@hotmail.com> Subject: Me and Shawn and Dad, chap. 3 Please note, all the characters in this story are fictional. All rights to this work of fiction, or any parts of it, belong to the author. No use other than what is specified on Nifty is permitted without express permission. Comments and plot suggestions are gladly welcomed. Please send them to me at "tripcarver@hotmailcom" I hope you enjoy my story, I had a blast writing it. Chapter 3 picks up where chapter 2 left off. Trip and his brother Shawn are kissing, Trip just having licked his cum off of his older brother's face. Trip notices that all of a sudden there's a hand on his ass. Whose hand is it? "Me and Shawn and Dad" Chapter 3 - - - Turns out it was Shawn's hand on my ass, both hands, one on each cheek, and he was moving my ass, my hips, side to side. Which was moving my dick side to side. Which was then rubbing up against his dick which was moving side to side. I put my hands on his butt, and helped him along as he was helping me. Dick hitting up against dick, felt kinda good actually. He started to move a bit more aggressively, so I did too, and soon enough we were laughing and sword-fighting. I never thought about another guy's dick, but Shawn did have a hefty piece of meat on him. I wondered if all guys his age were like that, I wondered if I'd get like that, I wondered what Dad's was like. Dad. Almost forgot he was there. I turned my head, yeah he was still there, and had this smirky grin on his face. "You boys having fun?" Well, shit yeah!, sword-fighting dicks naked with your older brother while your Dad is watching is fun. "Kinda-sorta," I said. "Yeaaaah," Shawn drawled out. "Why don't you boys back off for a moment. Pull away." We let go of each other's asses (oh, sword-fighting dicks naked with your older brother while your Dad is watching, while hanging on to your older brother's naked ass is even more fun), and stepped back from each other just a bit. What was Dad up to now? I didn't know, and my dick was starting to lose a little stiffness. "Turn towards me, let me get a good look at you, let me see how my boys are getting along, growing up." Now my dick was getting hard again. Dad came up to me first, stood in front of me, just a bit closer than you normally would. I could smell the last traces of his cologne starting to mix in with the smell of having been at work all day, see the firmness of his hairy chest through his shirt, even his arm muscles, as he reaches his right hand towards my chest. Smack!, he comes down on my left pec, over my heart, not hard, just strong. I like it. My dick I swear is getting harder. He feels around my boy-pec, massaging it, then, holy fuck, pinches my little nipple. Shit! If he does that again I'll blow another load. He does it again, the pinch. I clench my butt cheeks, trying to find the muscle in my dick to shut it down so it doesn't cum. I look down at my dick. Ok, no cum, but a clear drop of goo is forming at the tip. I can't do anything about that. I look up into Dad's face, smelling it before I see it. His gaze is on me, on my chest, on my boy-pec, on the nipple. Pleeeease don't pinch it again! Pleeeease pinch it over and over! Pleeeeease... He moves to the other boy-pec, slaps it strongly. Fuck! He slaps again, a little harder. Fuck. Fuck. Pleeeease don't pinch my other nipple. He does, Twice, three times. My dick, what's my dick doing, it feels like it going to burst out of its skin. I'm watching his face as he looks down towards my dick. I follow his face with my gaze, so we're both looking at my dick. Hard as fuck as it's ever been. Dripping. A goddamn line of boy-juice almost down to the floor. He's staring at it, swear his stare is making it harder, if that's possible. The only thing that would make it worse would be if he touched it. Grabbed it. Held it. Felt it. Stroked it. "You got a nice dripper there, Trip," he says still looking at it. His right hand is still on my pec, his left is down at his side, trying real hard not to take hold of my dick. Whaddaya say when your dad comments on your dick? "Uh, thanks Dad," is all I could come up with. He lifts his head up, a little more quickly than I woulda thought, looks into my eyes, smiles, I look back, smile. He takes a half-step back, places the back of his right hand against my pec, and casually lets it drift down over my chest, my torso, rubbing, more like feeling, down over my newly-furry belly to my pubes. "I see you got a good patch there. Looks good." Again, "Uh, thanks Dad." Thank God he doesn't touch my dick, I'd explode if he did. He brings his hands up to my shoulders, squeezes them, then feeling down my arms, squeezing the new boy muscles just forming there. "We gotta get some work on these arms, son, build `em up." "Yeah Dad." "Chest too. Build up those pecs." His hands are now back on my shoulders, and he says, "Turn around, let's take a look", as he gently turns me around. As I turn around I see Shawn. This whole time he'd been real quiet, just watching, I guess figuring his turn would be next. Our eyes meet as I turn, just for a split second. He's got this look. Like hunger. I take a quick glance at his dick. His hand is on it, holding it , protecting it, keeping it ready. Or maybe he's just jacking off to me being inspected by our Dad. Fuck, I'm so worked-up, I can barely even remember to breathe, much less figure out what my brother's doin'. "I said, relax your shoulders, Trip, you're holding them all tense, let `em go." Oh, was Dad talking to me? "Huh? Oh, yeah," as I shake out my shoulders, let `em kinda fall. "Good, that's better." I look across at the bathroom mirror and see Dad's face, all focused, concentrated, serious. He's almost like studying my upper back. I feel his hands there now, feeling it out, caressing it. Feels real nice. "Here, how's this?" he asks as takes his strong hands on the top of my back and starts to really massage it, strongly, firmly, deliberately, daddy-ly. "Uuuuuuuuhhhhhh," is all I can manage. He grunts out a little chuckle in response, and gives just a few more squeezes. His hands leave the top of my back, and he caresses, feels, his way down. "You got a good strong back developing son, it's gonna be powerful, manly." "Uh, thanks Dad." Now he gets to the bottom of my back, my waist, to where my ass cheeks begin. I look in the mirror again, he's not there. What? Oh, wait, yeah, he is, he's just crouched down so he's like level with my butt. Level with my butt? What for? His hands are on my hips, and I feel something on my ass. What the fuck is that? I close my eyes, try to picture, imagine, what's going on. Something light, airy, hot and cold at the same time. Idea: my eyes burst open, to check into the mirror. Damn, can't see down that far. What the fuck is going on? "You ok son?" "Yeah Dad, uh, whaddaya doin'?" "Can't ya tell?" "No, really, what are you doing?" "Well do ya like it? What's it feel like?" Dad's always been a prick about not giving a straight answer when a riddle would do. "Well, I dunno. Feels like you're blowin' on my butt cheeks." "Yeah son, something like that." Actually, Shawn told me later, that's just what he was doing, puckering up and blowing on my furry butt cheeks. Oh, yeah, Shawn also told me later that I got this little bit of hair, like peach-fuzz, just barely beginning to grow in on my ass cheeks. Fuck! What was that? I gotta stop drifting off into daydream-land. Almost felt like, no way, couldn't be. There it is again, on the other side. It is. A kiss. Dad fuckin' kissed my ass cheeks! What's he gonna do next, lick `em?, eat `em? "Shawn, I need your help down here for a bit." He needs Shawn's help? Down there? What the fuck for? "Uh, yeah Dad, sure," he says, startled out of his own la-la-land, dropping his dick (still hard) and squatting down by Dad, behind me, at my ass. My string of boy-juice leaking from my dick, that started when Dad was working over my pecs, is now starting to pool on the floor. - - - to be continued - - -