Date: Tue, 11 May 2010 23:58:56 +0100
From: Harry Miller <harry.miller67@googlemail.com>
Subject: Tactile Sam, Part 5

EXPLICIT CONTENT FOR ADULTS ONLY. This story is a work of fiction: the
characters aren't real, the plot isn't true, the places don't exist.
The story contains scenes of a sexual nature between a pre-teen boy,
his father and his uncle.  If you are a minor, or it is illegal for
you to read this story, then stop reading now.  Commercial use of this
work is prohibited without the author's express permission.

I was so frustrated at the lack of stories on Nifty that involved
frottage, I decided to write my own.  It's a shame there aren't more
frot stories - why don't you write one and submit it?

This is the fifth story in the Tactile Sam series; please let me know
what you think.



Tactile Sam, Pt 5

"Look, why don't you come back to mine so we can talk about it."

"You might be my brother, but that doesn't mean you have all the
answers.  She's a bitch, our marriage is over, and that's that.  I
knew she was up to something.  Whore!"

"Stop being such a prat, Greg, let's talk.  I'd stay, but Sam's asleep
in the back of the car, and I need to get him home.  Come with us and
we can sort things out."

"Oh fuck off.  What's there to sort out?  My life's a mess and it's
all her fault."

"I'm not letting you stay here in this state.  Once I've got Sam to
bed, we can sit and talk properly, OK?  Here's your jacket; come on."

He throws the suit jacket at me, turns his back and starts to walk out
of the door.  Fine, if he wants to hear all about it, then so be it.

I slip on the jacket and get in the car.  Sam's still fast asleep,
ignorant to what's going on.  Poor sod, I hope he never grows up to
suffer the fate of an evil cow like my wife.

"Yeah, and another thing that cu..."

"Sshhh!  Stop shouting, I don't want you to wake him up, I don't want
him to be exposed to all this, and I certainly don't want him to hear
that sort of language."

He's right; he's my big brother and he's always right.  We travel in
silence, but I can feel the blood boiling up inside me.  I get out of
the car and slam the door; my brother has a disappointed look on his
face as he lifts Sam from the back.  As we enter the house, he takes
Sam upstairs, and I head straight for the fridge.  Excellent, old
habits die hard; I knew he'd have plenty of beer in, and good stuff
too (I need something quite powerful right now).

By the time he comes back downstairs, I'm on my third can (or is it my
fourth?).  The desired effect is starting to take hold and I throw
myself onto the sofa.

"And do you know what else that bitch said?  That I'm a lousy lay,
that she's never enjoyed sex with me, and that I'd be better off
fucking a stuffed toy!"

We both erupt in laughter.  My brother laughs uncontrollably, and I
have tears streaming down my face.  I'm still angry - very angry - but
being with my big brother just seems to crack the tension.

"You're right, she's a bitch.  I'll go and get one of Sam's teddy's if
you like and you can relieve yourself with that.  You'll feel much
better afterwards.  Any preference?"

"Oh very funny."  I jump up and push him to the floor.  He might be my
older brother, but I'm much fitter, much stronger, much broader.  A
salesman I might be, all suited up in Armani, wearing one of my
favourite Lewins' shirts and tie and my handmade shoes, but he'll have
to work hard to get one over on me.

We struggle for a while on the floor and he almost gets the better of
me a couple of times, but in the end he's always on his back and I'm
always on top, knees either side of his waist with his hands pinned
above his head; it's no different to when we were young.  The tension
in the room is broken; instead of a distraught husband and his
sympathetic brother, it's now just two siblings messing about, having
a bit of fun.  We're both breathless; I can feel his body rising and
falling beneath me as he takes in deep breaths.  I can also feel his
dick beneath me, pressing into my arse as he breathes in and out.  I
reach round and grab his crotch to make sure.  His face contorts as
with one hand I give his package an almighty squeeze; he doesn't
speak, but his eyes tell me that it bloody hurt.

"Trying to hump me are you, you fucking perv?" I spit in his face.
"How come you're all hard - do you want to fuck me or something?"  My
brother says nothing; the mood has quickly changed again.  Neither of
us is moving as we stare each other in the eye.  He raises his hips
and grinds his dick against my arse, against the underside of my
balls.  He does it again.  "Oi, what the fuck do you think you're
doing?"  Still he says nothing, but cracks a slight smile.

That does it.  In one quick move I have him flipped onto his stomach,
and I'm sat on the backs of his thighs to keep him pinned down, my
body weight pushing down through my arms to keep his hands pressed
against the floor above his head.  I lean in to his ear "There you go,
big brother, that'll stop you perving on me.  What's got into you
anyway?"

"Greg, look, let me up will you.  Joke's over and I need a drink.
Come on, off you get, eh?" he says.

"Maybe you can be my stuffed toy!"  Jokingly, I start grinding my
crotch against him; my suited cock against his suited arse.  To my
amazement it feels good and I can feel myself hardening.  I lie flat
against his back and grind some more.  I shift my legs and force them
between my brother's thighs to achieve closer contact and grind
harder.  This is real good.  I slide my cock up and down his arse
crack, I can feel it rubbing against my briefs, against my suit,
against his suit.  The combination of the booze and the sensation
makes me feel quite light-headed, when suddenly my brother makes his
move, and in one smooth action throws me off and escapes my hold.

We both stand, staring at each other, ready to wrestle again.  The
booze really must be affecting me, as before I know it he spins me
round and has my arms in a lock.  I don't really have the energy now,
and decide to concede.  We stand there momentarily, not speaking, not
moving.  He stands behind me, holds both my wrists with one of his
hands, and wraps the other around my waist to pull me in.  I could
easily escape from this feeble hold, but decide not to bother.  He has
his arm around my belt and pulls me tighter and I can surely feel his
hard cock pressing up against my muscular buttock.  He twists his hips
from side to side, clearly rubbing his cock against me; it feels rock
hard and very big, much bigger than mine.  He moves his free hand to
my belt buckle and fumbles with it, trying to undo it.

"Come on, get your act together," I tell him.

He realises that I'm not fighting against him and releases my arms
which I relax to my sides.  With both hands free, he quickly has my
belt undone, and then unclips the top of my suit trousers.

"If you're going to fuck me, then fuck me, brother," I taunt.

Still he says nothing, but slowly slides my trouser zip down.  He
reaches in, and pressing his palm against my raging erection, grips my
balls through my briefs.  He lets out a moan, almost as though he's
the one receiving the pleasure.  He rolls my balls around in his
fingers and moans again, leaning in to my neck and resting his lips
upon it.  He's teasing me, but getting his own pleasure from this;
squeezing my balls through my soft cotton briefs whilst at the same
time rubbing his own length against my backside.  From the noises he's
making, I think he could do this all night, but then he slips in his
other hand, moves them both to my hips (inside the trousers), and
slides his palms down the outside of my solid, hairy thighs such that
my trousers gently fall down around my ankles.  He returns one hand to
kneading my balls, whilst the other reaches round and caresses the
inside of my thigh.  I understand this is my brother, but this is so
hot; my eyes close and I relax into the pleasure of the moment.
Without my suit in the way, I can now feel his cock more pronounced
against me.

Suddenly he pulls his hands back, and I can hear he's frantically
undoing his own trousers.  I feel them behind me drop to the floor,
and hear him yank down his underwear.  He's grasping my hips and
thrusts forward, shoving his hardness between my thighs, sliding
roughly along the underside of my cock and stabbing into my balls,
protected only by my briefs.  He thrusts again; nothing gentle about
his movements as his whole body bangs against me.  Over and over he's
slamming into me, groaning each time, faster and faster, deeper and
deeper.

It's too much.  "Fuck me, fuck me now" I shout, grasping the waistband
of my briefs and pulling them quickly to my ankles.  Again he slams
against me and I can feel the wetness of his cock lubricating his
motion.  Without the cotton separating us, I can almost feel each vein
as his cock slides in and out of my thighs, scraping along the
underside of my dripping cock.  He breathes more heavily, putting
every ounce of energy into his stabbing.  His pace quickens and his
thrusting becomes more erratic as he starts to lose control.  His
moaning sounds like he's in pain as he nears his climax.  I squeeze my
thighs together and try to match his rhythm, pushing myself back
against his dick.  His pace instantly doubles, his movements shorten,
and I can feel him cumming, his thick, hot spunk coating my balls and
the inside of my thighs.  I can feel it spreading along my skin and
start to dribble down my thighs as he begins to collapse against my
back, slight moans still escaping his lips.

My brother starts to go limp and his grip on me completely relaxes.
Too turned on to let the moment go, I shuffle around, trying not to
fall over with my ankles held captive by my trousers.  I bend my knees
slightly so that I can align my cock with base of his. I look him
straight in the eye, reach round with both arms to take a firm hold of
his arse cheeks, and yank his body against me whilst straightening my
legs at the same time.  My God, I instantly realise the pleasure he
experienced.  The friction of his hairy thighs against my cock as it
penetrates sends a sharp wave of pleasure through my knob, down my
length, instantly spreading through my balls, my thighs, my stomach.
It's my turn now and I start thrusting into him.  He's spent and just
stands there taking it; his limp dick dripping his remaining drops of
cum over my cock, helping to lubricate the action.  Harder I grasp his
arse as I ram myself between his thighs.  My moans get louder and more
desperate as I feel my orgasm quickly approaching.

"Shit!"  With every ounce of energy remaining, my brother pushes me away.

"Selfish bastard!" I think to myself, a look of incredulity on my
face.  The look of horror on his face, however, tells me that
something's wrong, and I turn to see his little Sam standing in the
doorway behind me, wearing nothing but his Dr Who briefs.

"I heard a noise, I can't sleep," Sam whines, rubbing his little eyes
with his tiny fists.

"Fuck!" whispers my brother under his breath.  He yanks up his pants
and trousers and walks over to Sam.  "It's OK, Sam, everything's just
fine.  You must be very sleepy, it's getting quite late now."

We stare at each other, not quite knowing what to do, neither of us
feeling comfortable talking about what we'd just been doing, what Sam
might have seen.  I too pull up my pants and trousers.

I take the lead.  "Look, it is getting late and I'm exhausted, let's
just go to bed and sort things out in the morning."

"Daddy, I'm scared, can I sleep with you tonight?  It helps me sleep,
you make me feel better." says Sam.

Not wanting any fuss but a quick resolution, my brother agrees.

"Can Uncle Greg stay with us too?  It's not fair if he has to sleep on
his own when we don't," Sam asks his Dad.

"Er, but... well, you see Sam, that's not really... er" stutters his
father.  He stares at me, looking for support.

I'm still hard as a rock, and a wank doesn't seem that enticing after
the evening we've had so far.

"Sam, that's a great idea," I tell him, "come on, let's get into bed
and we can have a nice cuddle."

My brother gives me a strange look; almost a dirty look like he hates
me, yet at the same time a confused, pensive look.  He scoops up Sam
and lays him on one side of the bed, but Sam immediately scoots over
to be in the centre.  "Can I sleep in the middle, Daddy, then I've got
both of you to look after me?" he questions.

"Super idea!" I quickly agree.  In no time at all, I'm down to my
white cotton briefs and jump into bed alongside Sam.  My brother,
resigned to the situation, does the same, getting in the other side of
the bed, so Sam is in the middle as he requested.  He turns the lights
off.

"Good night, Daddy.  Good night, Uncle Greg."

It's been a long day, and despite my aching balls and my solid
erection, I feel myself drifting away and quickly dozing.

But then I'm awake.  My dick is still rock hard, and it's feeling
rather good.  I realise this is because I've shifted somewhat in my
sleep, and I'm up against Sam's back.  It's very hot in the bed; all
three of us are now very close to each other, with Sam and his Dad
facing each other, and me lying on my right side,  spooning Sam from
behind.  My arm is casually draped over Sam's stomach.  I apply slight
pressure with my hand: to pull Sam a little closer; to help me press
up against him; to ensure he isn't disturbed.  All I want is a little
comfort.

Again I start to drift.  My hardness, through my soft cotton briefs,
is pressing lightly against Sam's backside through his briefs.  I hug
him a little more, increasing the pressure between my cock and balls
and Sam's arse; I feel my knob slip into the crack of his cheeks and I
move my hips so as to slide it very gently up and down, up and down.
My relatively large left hand starts to drift around Sam's tummy,
round and round gently caressing his soft skin.  The circle of
exploration grows, and my hand slides up Sam's arm to his shoulder,
across the base of his neck and down his chest, back to his velvety
stomach.  My nephew, what a lovely boy.  Unintentionally, my hand
grazes the waistband of my nephew's pants and I rub my finger along
it, from one of his hips to the other.  My hand freezes as his little
body shifts slightly.  To my surprise he presses back against me: his
shoulders against my chest; his back against my stomach; more
importantly, his bum against my crotch.  I let out a quiet sigh, and
my open hand naturally lowers to spread over the top of his thigh, and
as far down his leg as I can reach.  As my hand travels back up his
leg, my fingers slide over his briefs, and detect his little hardon,
poking up inside his cotton pants.  My thumb and two fingers tweak his
little knob, and Sam shifts again, but this time to push his hips
forward slightly and press his dick against my fingers.  I smile, push
my cock against his bum, and squeeze my fingers a little tighter.  I
move my hand back up to his waistband and carefully slip the tips of
my fingers inside his briefs.  As my hand enters, I let it rest
against his hip for a second.  This feels so comfortable; I kiss Sam's
head.  I slide my hand back to caress his buttock (how soft it is).  I
stroke it, my hand still inside his pants, and my fingers slip up the
crack between his buttocks, and my hand exits.  I reach inside my own
briefs and squeeze my cock hard, letting out a deep moan.  Now I need
some release: I fumble with my briefs and pull them down at the front
to release my cock, trying to slip the waistband underneath my heavy
balls.  My hand moves round to pull the back of my briefs down, to
release the pressure on my balls, allowing my legs to move apart
slightly.  Quite naturally, my cock slips into Sam's crack and the
movement of my hips slides it up and down, until the lubrication from
my knob enables it to slip between the top of his thighs.  I reach
round to press against the tops of his thighs, and pull him back so
the whole of my cock can push between his legs.  Sam lets out a moan,
and it's at this point I realise that he's properly awake and enjoying
this experience.  I move my hand back up to his stomach and gently rub
small circles again.  I pull my hips back to release my cock and move
my hand to the back of his pants to pull them down enough such that I
can push my cock inside, and back between his thighs.  The pressure of
his waistband against the underside of my cock helps to press my cock
even tighter against his smooth skin, and I make gentle thrusts in and
out; I can feel my knob sliding underneath his little balls as I do
so.

My motions, and those of my nephew are not going unnoticed.  As my
hand moves back around and up Sam's thighs I feel the back of my hand
graze against the fabric of my brother's underwear.  He's not hard,
not yet, but is clearly becoming aroused.  I find my palm stroking
Sam's dick whilst the back presses against my brother's; he presses
against my hand and I feel his cock hardening.  Before it becomes too
difficult, I reach inside the front of his boxers, pull out his cock,
and use my whole hand to give it a gentle, yet complete squeeze.  I
slide my hand down his length and my fingers reach inside his pants to
grasp his enormous balls.  His moan is long and deep-felt.  His cock
is still swelling and I pull it down to aim it at Sam's thighs.  I
push forward, my brother pushes forward and in an instant we are one;
my cock still inside Sam's pants pushing between his thighs from
behind; my brother's cock pushing through from the front, sliding
along the underside of mine and increasing the pressure I have against
the boy who is sandwiched between us, with the material of my nephew's
pants adding extra friction in the process.  As my hand explores our
bodies, I notice that Sam's dick is now sliding up and down his
father's stomach.  I reach round to try and grasp my brother's
buttock, to pull him in, and he follows my lead and pulls my hip
towards him.  I can feel the full hardness now of my brother's cock,
and as we hump back and forth, his knob stabs slightly at my balls.
It's all too much, and the supposed subtlety of the situation goes out
of the window as the animal lust wins out.  My humping becomes more
frantic, more forceful, and my brother reciprocates.  All three of us
start moaning (albeit Sam's at a much higher pitch) and the movements
become almost chaotic.  Nevertheless, flesh is pressed against flesh
against flesh; hardness slides against hardness against hardness.
Humping, sliding, pressing, stabbing, moaning, sweating, squeezing,
pulling.  My brother screams out and his whole body stiffens as I feel
his cum shooting repeatedly, completely soaking my balls and starting
to dribble down my inner thigh.  I move my hand back inside the front
of Sam's little pants and press my palm against his dick and balls,
pulling him tightly against me whilst at the same time pleasuring his
tiny package.  I thrust myself against him over and over, banging my
hips against his backside, my dick tenting his briefs as it pokes out
the front of his thighs.  I start to shoot and let out an animal cry
as I begin to fill his pants with my load; some of it soaking into his
pants, some of it pooling back down against my length.  As my body
starts to relax I realise that Sam is squirming against my hand and
pushing his bum back against me.  Sam's Dad is in tune with the
situation, now that he's beginning to recover, and he reaches inside
the front of Sam's pants with his fingertips to tickle underneath his
boy's balls.  Sam's moans sound almost like crying as he gets close to
his own orgasm; as his body fits between two large men.  Suddenly, his
head shoots back against my chest as his ecstasy begins to overcome
him.  His limbs stiffen, and I smile again as we have all achieved our
much needed release.

As our three bodies sink back into the bed and begin to naturally
drift apart, I can still feel the huge amounts of cum oozing between
my thighs, around my knob, along my cock, and amongst my balls.  We're
all sticky, sweaty and breathless, yet there is a warmth and energy in
the bed that I've never experienced before.

We sleep.