Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2011 20:36:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Richard Small <smaller43@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Afterparty

This story depicts sexual activities between adult males.  If you are not
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THE AFTERPARTY

The caterers had cleaned up the kitchen, packed their equipment, and left.
The rental company had taken away the tent, the tables and chairs and
umbrellas, and all the table settings.  Claudia, the ex-wife with
fingernails like talons and a voice that could carry over a football crowd,
had swept disdainfully out on the arm of her beleaguered third, or was it
fourth?, husband.  All that was left of the wedding was a few flower
arrangements, and Tim was eyeing them with distaste.  Marrying off a son
would be bad enough, but marrying off a daughter was infinitely worse, at
least when it came to mess and expense.  He was glad he had the house to
himself again.  Now it was just his brother Joe and their nephew Chad
visiting for a few days, and they were easy, not like entertaining three
hundred wedding guests.

Actually, having Chad there sort of put a crimp on things just now.  Tim
would have loved to cuddle up with Joe and have some thank-god-they're-gone
sex, but with Chad in the house he felt they should be discreet.  He sighed
and reached for one of the showiest flower pieces, a four-foot fountain of
scentless, out-of-season Chilean roses, Moroccan tulips, Egyptian
gladiolus, Israeli birds of paradise, and cactus dahlias from Illinois.
Multinational compost fodder, he thought grimly, carting the thing into the
kitchen and setting it on the counter.  He turned to the recycling tray and
pulled out a small pile of newspapers.

Joe came strolling in at that moment, slightly rosy with wine and afternoon
sun.  "You want help getting rid of that shit?" he asked, grinning.
"You're gonna compost 'em, right?"

"Hell, yes," Tim said, exasperated.  "Now that I'm officially penniless,
I'm gonna have to grow all my own vegetables if I want to eat.  These damn
things might as well contribute to the process."

"Cheer up, man," Joe said, leaning his lithe frame against the door jamb.
"Now that Marcie's gone, you're finished with kids.  Think of all the child
support you won't be paying for the rest of your life."

Tim snorted.  "All that former child support's going directly to the bank
and the credit card companies to pay off this extravaganza," he said,
yanking the flowers out of their vase.  "But I guess you're right – no
more child support, and no more dealing with frickin' Claudia.  God, that
bitch works my nerves."  He dropped the flowers on the stack of newspaper
and quickly rolled them up.  "Take these and toss 'em into the bin,
wouldja?"

"Sure thing," Joe answered, reaching for the bundle.  "Glad to help you
destroy the evidence."  He winked conspiratorially and went out.

As Joe was heading out the back door, Chad entered from the dining room.  A
handsome nineteen year old, he had the build of a soccer player, displayed
in its full glory now that he'd changed out of his tux and into boardies
and a tee shirt.  Tim looked up and smiled appreciatively.  Chad was his
favorite nephew, had been since he was barely walking.  Tim often wondered
how his brother Mark, who was a complete asshole, had managed to produce
such an intelligent, attractive, genuinely nice kid.  Mark was short, pasty
faced, overweight, and whiny, but Chad was six foot one, with a solid
build, dark curly hair, and a sunny smile.  A complete contrast, in fact,
to his father.

"How hungry are ya, kid?" Tim asked, wiping up the counter where he'd been
piling the flowers.  "Pizza hungry, Chinese take-out hungry, or pretzels
hungry? We're gonna take it easy this evening and just watch TV or
something, knock back a couple of beers, and call it an early night."

"Sounds good to me, Uncle Tim," the kid said, smiling.  "I'm not all that
hungry.  Whatever you and Uncle Joe decide is fine with me."

When Joe came back into the house they all decided that nothing more than
snacks was necessary, the buffet had been plenty for an early supper.  The
three men settled in the den, Joe and Chad on the long leather couch and
Tim in one of the big armchairs, his feet up on the large otTiman.

Tim and Joe both had bright, easy dispositions.  They enjoyed playing
together, they were only a year and a half apart in age, and had many of
the same interests.  Tim had a naturally muscular build, enhanced by the
swirling patterns of dark fur on his torso, arms and legs, and a firm,
round, fuzzy butt that looked good in anything he wore – swimsuits,
shorts, jeans, suit pants.  He was in fact a fine specimen.  Joe had a
leaner, more lithe build; he was shorter than Tim by a couple of inches,
but just as furry, with wide, strong shoulders, a narrow waist and hips,
and long, muscular legs.  He loved to dance and he had taken up yoga at an
early age, so he developed great flexibility, with strong muscles and a
small, hard ass.

And they both loved sex.  They were well matched in cock size, somewhat
over seven inches, and had heavy, low-hanging balls surrounded by thick
mats of dark pubic hair.

Their brother Mark, Chad's dad, on the other hand, seemed to have been born
a whiner.  Everything was an affront, everyone was against him, life wasn't
fair, etc.  Tim and Joe didn't enjoy being around him, and they were always
relieved when he left the room.  Or the house.  Tim wasn't much past his
eleventh birthday when he discovered the tingle in his dick.  He quickly
passed on everything he learned from his experiments, keeping Joe informed
as he went through puberty, and helping him explore his own body.  By the
time Tim was twelve, he and Joe had been having sex together for about a
year, and Joe was reaching puberty himself.

From Chad's spot on the couch, he could look directly up Tim's muscular
legs at the big basket in his cutoff sweats, while Tim was in position for
a good view of both Joe's and Chad's bulges.  The views weren't wasted on
any of them.  Chad, especially, was drawn to the view up Tim's shorts, the
thick head of his cock rosy in the early evening light as it lay over the
generous curve of his heavy balls.  He swivelled his eyes away and adjusted
his own crotch.

Tim glanced at his nephew, half-smiled, and turned back to the television.
Chad sneaked another peek up the shorts, and then turned back to the
television as well, filing the view for future reference.

Chad had drawn his feet up on the sofa cushion, his head on one knee, the
other leg cocked to the side for ventilation up his own shorts.  Joe was
sitting Indian fashion, his shorts pulled tight against his bulge and the
outline of his cock clearly visible on one thigh.  All three were barely
paying attention to the show they were watching – even TV was too much
work after spending nearly the entire day occupied with the wedding.
Finally, Tim stretched and yawned.

"I'm too tired for this," he said, scratching his sTimach and standing up.
"I'm going to take a dip in the pool and head for bed."

"Yeah.  Sounds good," Joe agreed, dropping his feet to the floor and
standing up.  His shorts slid low on his hips, revealing the top of his
wide pubic patch, as he pulled off his tank top and tossed it onto the
couch.

Chad reached for the remote and thumbed the television off, yawning.  "I'll
come out with you guys," he said, standing up and adjusting his package.
"A swim sounds good."

The three strolled the length of the garden to the tall hedge that
separated the pool area from the rest of the space, angled through the
privacy gap, and slipped out of their sandals as they reached the flagstone
pool deck.  Joe was the first to shuck his shorts, letting them fall and
stepping out of them as he walked toward the shallow end.  Chad and Tim
quickly followed suit, and the three slid into the warm water as the first
stars began to twinkle overhead.  Chad was finding it hard to keep his eyes
off his uncles' equipment, both of them showing respectably plump in the
warmth of the evening, and his own began to fluff up as they all swam a few
lengths before settling back on the steps to enjoy the feeling of
weightlessness in the softly lapping water.

They'd been lying in the pool staring up at the darkening sky for a few
minutes when Joe nudged Tim.  "You're starting to snore, man.  Time to go
in.  We don't want you drowning on your first night of freedom."

Tim grinned and splashed his brother playfully before pulling himself
upright.  As he eased out of the water, Chad noticed that his cock seemed
thicker than before.  A trick of the light, he thought.  Maybe.  The three
trooped back to the house, picking up their shorts and sliding into their
sandals on the way.  Tim doused the pool lights and punched the button for
the pool cover, then locked up and headed for the master bedroom.

"You guys sleep well," he called over his shoulder.  "Breakfast whenever we
wake up."

"Night, Chad," Joe said, following him down the hall.

"Night, Uncle Tim, Uncle Joe," Chad said as he passed the home office and
entered the farthest guest room.  He closed the door and tossed his shorts
onto the chair before throwing back the sheet and opening the window.  The
night was still and warm, and he leaned against the window frame for a few
minutes smelling the jasmine and listening to the chirp of crickets before
lying down.  Soon he was asleep, his chest rising and falling in a slow,
steady rhythm.

He woke up a couple of hours later with a chubbed dick throbbing above his
belly, rubbing rhythmically against the sheet.  This was something he
always enjoyed, the midnight hard-on that might or might not turn into a
midnight spew.  He stroked it gently a few times, lightly running his
fingertips up the length of it, scratching gently on his tightening ball
sac, and then combing through the forest of pubic hair that framed it all.
His hips twitched as he slowly slid his finger tips over the nerve endings
on the head of his dick, and he was tempted to take his time and really
work it.  He wasn't quite in the mood to turn it into an all-out stroke
session, though, and rolled out of bed to use the toilet with his swollen
organ swinging as he walked, its weight pulling him forward, hot and hard.

Once he'd finished pissing he realized he was thirsty.  He remembered a big
pitcher of lemonade in the fridge, and decided that was what he needed.
Crossing the bedroom, he briefly considered pulling on his shorts but what
was the point of that? – he and his uncles often skinny dipped together
and he knew they weren't particularly modest, especially with no women on
hand.  He opened the door and ambled up the hall, his cock still pleasantly
chubbed.

The thick carpet was soft under his feet, and the moonlight spilling in
from the long wall of glass facing the courtyard was more than enough to
guide him toward the kitchen.  As he passed his uncle's bedroom, he thought
he heard a noise like the mewing of a kitten, but dismissed it.  Maybe he
was turning over and the bed was creaking, or it might be a noise from
outside.

But he heard the noise again as he was walking back to bed.  He paused
outside the door and listened.  A muted whimper, like a small animal, but
rhythmic, met his ear.  Could his uncle be unhappy at marrying off his
child? Just having a bad dream? Or what? He considered for a minute but
couldn't come up with a plausible explanation.

Putting his hand on the lever, he gently pressed down, unlatching the door
and pushing it forward.  It swung noiselessly, and gradually revealed a
single candle burning in a pierced-tin nightlight on the bed table.  As the
light spilled across his face, Chad's eyes adjusted and he realized his
uncle wasn't asleep – he was lying on his back with his feet flat on the
mattress nearly at his butt, and Joe, his brother, was kneeling between
them, his dick planted squarely in the exposed asshole, pumping.  Hard.
Tim's fists were knotted in the sheet, alternately clenching and flexing as
Joe slammed his thick prod home, and the whimpering Chad had heard was not
the sound of grief.

Tim's cock bobbed above the dark, silky fur on his belly like a buoy on a
stormy sea.  A thread of clear liquid swung from the tip, sometimes briefly
connected to his abs, but mostly hanging free until it coalesced into a
drop heavy enough to spatter as it fell.  Joe was kneeling, his knees
forming parentheses on either side of Tim's hips, his glistening cock
sliding into Tim's ass like a well greased piston and his heavy ball sac
dragging across the sheet at every stroke.  The medal of Nicholas of Bari
that he wore around his neck bounced rhythmically against his chest as he
pounded Tim's butt, both their bodies glistening with a faint sheen of
sweat.

Joe sensed the door opening and looked up.  "Hey," he said, continuing to
pump at Tim's hole.  "Did we wake you? Sorry 'bout that."  He grinned,
lopsided.  "Guess we're busted, huh?"

Chad paused just inside the door.  This was a fantasy come true.  For years
he'd looked up to his uncles as everything wonderful that his father was
not: smart, funny, attractive, well built, kind, sexy.  He'd gone to bed
countless times and jacked off while dreaming about them.  And here they
were, locked in the most intimate connection a man could have, with him
witnessing it.  He barely paused to let all this sweep through his mind.
There was a jar of some sort of lube on the night stand, and a small brown
bottle that he recognized as poppers lying on the sheet near Uncle Tim's
hand.  They hardly registered with him.  All he could see was that proud,
quivering dick shining in the soft light.  He didn't hesitate.

"You won't mind if I join you," he said, stating his intent rather than
asking permission.  He covered the space between the door and the big bed
in three long strides, grabbed the lube off the table, and took a thick
dollop of it with two fingers.  Half-squatting, he reached between his legs
and swiped the slickness across his hole, pausing to press a greasy finger
knuckle-deep inside his chute, and then stood up.  He dug into the jar for
another glob of grease and spiraled it down the bobbing dick on Tim's
belly, mixing the lube with the natural slickness leaking from the swollen,
reddened dickhead.  In another second, he had knelt up on the bed, lifted
one knee across his uncle's torso, and was lowering his ass toward the pole
in Tim's groin.

The moment his uncle's cockhead touched his butthole he felt a blast of
electricity to his brain, like the rush of power when a machine is plugged
into the socket.  He gasped and leaned forward slightly, letting the head
slide back and forth across his sensitive flesh.  As he leaned forward, he
put his hand on Joe's shoulder, gripping firmly, and then slid it to the
back of his uncle's neck and brought their faces close.  He locked eyes
with Joe, and angled their mouths together.  As he began to settle onto
Tim's hard thickness, he felt the pop of the swollen dick bursting through
his anal ring, a tree trunk breaching an earthen dam, and then the hot
throb of the muscle as it slid into him, every fractional inch of the
journey telegraphed as it probed his guts.  "Holy fuck!" he moaned.  He
shivered and paused for a second, his thighs tense, holding his breath to
concentrate on the fact that he had an ass full of his handsome uncle's
cock, and then continued swallowing the stiff organ with his butt muscles,
the head slowly plowing upward until it grazed his prostate, setting off a
second burst of electricity in his brain and at the root of his own dick.
He groaned when he realized the slight scratchiness on his ass cheeks was
Tim's pubes, and sat fully impaled for a moment before he began to post on
the erection of his fantasies.

Tim groaned at the same time.  "Fuck, you're tight," he muttered, hips
thrusting involuntarily.  "Tight and hot."

Joe had slowed his pace while Chad tended to business, but as soon as he
felt Chad hit botTim and start to rise again, he began to pick up speed.
Their lips mashed together and Chad moaned, his own cock thickening, as he
felt the impact of Joe's fucking through Tim's dick as it rammed him.  It
was as though Joe were fucking him directly, the force and the heat so
intense that he could almost believe Joe had a twenty-inch cock plugged
into his ass, ramming his nut on every stroke.  He could feel the thick
hair on Joe's belly sliding across the sensitive area just below the head
of his own cock, rasping across the nerve endings like a file.  He began to
leak, silver drops of precum oozing and then spreading in an erratic
pattern of slickness that pasted across Joe's skin and fur.  Joe was
fucking furiously now, the slap of his thighs against Tim's butt pounding
like a drumbeat into Chad's core, while Tim's whimpers had become a single
long keening wail.

Chad leaned back and looked down at his own prick, the precum now bubbling
in a continuous slow stream that slid down his shaft and over his balls,
and dripped onto Joe's cock as it fucked into Tim, or spread across Joe's
flexing abdominals like quicksilver in the flickering candlelight.  As he
watched, Joe reached for his cock, grasping it in a tight fist, and began
jacking him, drizzling a long thread of saliva into his hand to add to the
grease and precum already slicking the teenager's hot flesh.  Chad moaned
again and threw back his head, posting on Tim's saddle horn, which seemed
to grow even thicker and harder as he rode it.

Joe's pace became erratic, and then he was cumming, pounding his dick into
Tim's ass, and Tim was cumming, spewing wet heat into Chad's clenching
butt, and Chad was cumming, moaning and sending jets of white to fountain
and splatter into the hair on his chest, onto Joe's shoulders, his chest
and belly, and, finally, the last few shots falling in low arcs into Joe's
pubic thatch and trickling onto his shaft.

Chad fell forward against Joe, panting, and laid his head on his uncle's
shoulder as he wrapped his arms around his strong back.  Joe eased his hand
off Chad's softening cock and brought it to his lips to lick off the
remains of the spectacular ejaculation before turning his head to kiss the
young man.  Tim had brought his hands up off the bed and was holding onto
Chad's hips while he chuckled softly.

Eventually, Joe pulled back and disengaged from Tim's ass while Chad
dismounted and lay down next to his uncle, still panting and sweaty, the
cum that trickled down his sides glistening as it cooled in shining trails.
Tim turned his head and kissed the boy, hard, then drew back grinning.

"Knew exactly what you wanted, didn't you, kid?" he asked, and chuckled
again.  "How long have you been fantasizing about this? A year? Two? Ten?"

"Shit, Uncle Tim.  Ten, probably," Chad said.  "I mean, I've always thought
you and Uncle Joe were really hot.  I just didn't think there was any way I
could get together with either one of you, much less both at once."  He
reached for his uncle's hand and gripped it as he faced back to the
ceiling.  "I guess you'll want me out of here first thing in the morning,
huh?"

"What for?" his uncle asked, squeezing his hand.  "You're a good kid and
we've both always loved you.  Now it turns out you're a spectacular fuck,
too.  Why would I want you to leave? You're not gonna tell me you don't
flip flop, after a performance like that."

Joe emerged from the master bath towelling his crotch.  "What's happening?"
he asked, lobbing the towel behind him.  He came to Chad's side of the bed
and leaned over, running his hands over the boy's torso to spread the cum
and sweat, gently massaging it into his skin.

"Chad thinks I want him to scoot out of here, now that we've fucked," Tim
said, cocking an eyebrow at his brother.

"I'm pretty sure I can answer that one," Joe said, sliding onto the bed.
"Hell, no! Now that we're sure you're on the team, you can stay as long as
you like, far as I'm concerned.  When you get tired of your uncles screwing
your beautiful ass, you can turn about and screw us."

"You mean it?" Chad exclaimed, half sitting up.  "Seriously?"

"Well, yeah," Joe said, settling back onto the pillow.  "We both like to
switch off.  If you do too, that makes for more fun for everyone, I'd say.
Don't you agree?"

"Well, sure, but . . ."

"Starting tonight," Tim said, leaning over to give the kid another probing
kiss.  "But I'm whacked.  Getting too old to fuck all night.  What do you
say to us all rolling over and going to sleep? You can plug my ass with
that gorgeous dick right now, so you'll be in position to pound the
daylights into me in the morning.  You've got just the right curve to your
piece – it'll hit my sweet spot dead-on.  Sound good?"

Chad's eyes widened.  "You really mean that, Uncle Tim?"

"When it comes to sex," Joe said, "your uncles never lie.  Plug him now,
and as soon as you're in position, I'll plug you.  I need my zees, too."
He slapped the boy on the hip.  "Tim, blow out the fucking light, wouldja?
I'm tired."

Chad rolled to his right and felt for his uncle's hole, then aimed and slid
his stiff young cock slowly into the warmth and slickness of Joe's load as
he draped an arm over his uncle's chest.  "Mmmm.  Feels real good," he
said, pumping a few times.

"Yeah, it does," Tim agreed.  "But it'll feel even better in a minute.
Joe?"

"Right with you," Joe answered, turning on his side and aiming at Chad's
hole.  "Ready, guy?"

"Oh, yeah.  Very ready," Chad mumbled contentedly.

"Tim.  The light.  Blow it out, man," Joe said, easing his hips up to
Chad's muscular butt and sinking his shaft into the teen's slick hole.
"G'night, kids."  He put his arm over Chad's chest and laid his hand on
Tim's shoulder.  "Don't wake me unless you're horny," he said.  A minute
later the room was silent except for the sound of breathing.

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