Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2011 23:25:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Richard Small <smaller43@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Afterparty, Chapter 15

Copyright Rick Small, 2011

Warning: This story depicts sexual activities between adult males.  If you
are not old enough where you live to read material of this nature, or if it
offends you, please leave.  The characters are not based on real persons
and the scenes described are solely the product of the author's fevered
imagination.  In the real world, there are risks involved in sexual
encounters; always play safe.  This story is copyright to the author;
please be courteous and do not copy or re-post.

The Afterparty
Chapter 15

Doug finished the lunch dishes and took the plate scrapings out to the
latrine trench to bury.  After he'd distributed a shovel full of dirt on
the garbage, he decided to take care of his own business as well.  Setting
a foot on either side of the narrow cut, he lowered himself into a squat
and let go.  A few minutes later, satisfied, he stood and flung ash and
dirt on his second deposit before returning to the house.

"Dad?" he called, walking back into the main room.

"In here, son," Joe answered, his voice coming from one of the bedrooms.

Doug peered around the door frame and found Joe getting royally reamed by
Tim, who was pounding his ass mercilessly, his muscular butt rising and
falling as he put it to his brother on the old iron bed.

"Hot!" Doug exclaimed, moving into the room.  He sidled over to the bed and
leaned down to take his dad's cock into his mouth.  Eight and a half thick
inches of flesh slid slowly across his tongue and down his throat, the
swollen helmet riding across the ridges of his palate before he pulled back
and let it spring into its original position above Joe's belly.

"You gonna blow me, son, or are you just gonna tease?" Joe asked, reaching
for Doug's cock and giving it a stroke.  "Because if you're just gonna
tease, you need to go outside and tease somebody else.  We're on a mission
here."

"You want me to blow you?" Doug asked, looking down at his dad.

"I always like a two-fer," Joe said, humping his butt against Tim's groin.
His heavy dick swung above the fur of his belly and a pearl of precum slid
down the top side to settle in his pubes.

"Damn!" Doug knelt beside the bed and took the hard dick in his hand,
admiring the heft of it.  He leaned forward and sniffed, inhaling the aroma
of the two men, then brought his lips to the swollen, shiny tip of Joe's
piece, spreading precum from one corner of his mouth to the other as Tim
banged into his father's ass.

The reflected thrust from Tim's fuck slowly pushed the cock deeper into his
mouth.  As he took it in, he swirled his tongue around the head, tracing
the helmet ridge and tickling the frenum.  Joe bucked, driving his cock
deeper into Doug's throat.  Soon, the youngster had swallowed the whole
cock, bobbing on it slowly.  He gazed at the forest of pubes under his
nose, watching the dark fur as it rose and fell under the impact of Tim's
thrusts, before letting his eyes slide toward Joe's belly.  As Tim pounded
into him, Joe flexed to meet the impact, his abs alternately tightening and
smoothing as he lifted his ass.  Doug put a hand on his dad's torso,
letting the warmth of the muscles rise into his palm while he sucked the
hard dick.

The musk of the two men's groins was heady, flowing directly to Doug's
brain and arrowing to his throbbing cock.  He reached down and took himself
in hand as he sucked, his head rising and falling faster as Tim began to
put more power into his fuck.  Soon, Tim was pistoning at top speed,
pounding Joe's ass with enough force to bang the bed against the wall on
every stroke.  Joe's cock had swollen to its thickest girth when Tim
grunted, "Getting' there."

Doug froze on his dad's rod, his mouth tight around the root and his tongue
swabbing hard across the tip.  His own stroking sped up till his hand was a
blur.  Tim began to moan.  "Almost there.  Almost there.  Almost -- Hah.
Fuck! Cumming!" He slammed into Joe's butt once more and held, beginning to
laugh as he unloaded up his brother's ass, his own ass cheeks flexing with
each shot of jizz.  Joe bucked down onto Tim's rod and began to erupt, the
cum pouring like lava across Doug's tongue and setting off Doug's cock,
which spewed its heavy load onto his hand, his chest, his thighs and the
floor under the bed.

The three of them were still for a few minutes, Tim chuckling and half
folded onto Joe, Doug nose-deep in his dad's pubes, his hand on his own
cock as it softened.  Finally Tim pulled back, and Joe reached over to
ruffle Doug's hair.  Doug looked up, his eyes half open, and grinned.

"Ya did good, kid," Joe said, letting his hand rest on the back of Doug's
head for a moment before raising his arms and yawning.  He looked up at his
brother.  "You did too, dicker.  You ready to pull out? I need to piss."

Doug straightened up and brought his hand to his mouth.  He licked off what
cum was there, then examined himself for more, sucking it off his fingers
as he scooped it up.

"You got jizz all over the floor, too, didn't you," said Tim, grinning down
at him.

"Uh, yeah, Uncle Tim.  Guess I did."

"Well, swab it up with a tissue.  No need to scrub, just get most of it up.
Housekeeping's not a compulsion around here."  Tim laughed and began to
pull his softening cock out of Joe's ass.  When it finally emerged with a
soft plop, he dropped Joe's ankles, smacked his hip and sat back.  "Go take
your leak," he said.  "Thanks for the fuck."

Joe rolled off the bed and stood up in one fluid motion, then sauntered out
the door, grinning.

Tim looked over at Doug.  "You're really into sucking dick, aren't you?" he
asked, sitting back on his heels.

"Yeah, I guess I am," Doug said, licking the last of his own jizz off his
fingers and sitting on the edge of the bed.  "It just tastes good."

"Well, I don't know about your buddy Ben, but the family cum is pretty
sweet, I'll agree," Tim said.  He leaned back against the foot of the bed,
his cock still shiny from pounding his brother's ass.  A slow drop of cum
oozed out the slit, and Doug reached over to catch it with a finger tip,
bringing it to his mouth.

"Ben's is sweet, too," he said.  He glanced out the window.  "He'd enjoy
this, being away from the city."

"Running around butt naked all day?"

"Yeah, that too." Doug ducked his head.  "We spend most of our time
together naked.  His dad travels a lot.  The housekeeper only comes in once
a week."

"Your mom doesn't mind you going over to his place?"

"She's too busy sucking up to that prick she's dating."

"Maybe you'll get lucky and she'll marry him." Tim shifted his seat,
stretched one leg and dropped his foot to the floor.

"We're gonna get away from her anyway," Doug said.  "Cam's applying to
Binghamton, and I'm gonna go where he goes.  Ben and Fred are thinking
about it, too."

"So one way or another you'll have plenty of sex and won't be too
distracted from your studies."

Doug shot his uncle the side eyes.  "Yeah.  I guess."

Tim snorted and stood up.  "Don't think I wasn't your age once, guy.  I
know about hunting for pussy.  Or ass.  It takes time even when a kid's as
good looking as you and Cam.  I'm going down to the river, see if I can
catch something for supper." He edged around the foot of the bed and headed
for the porch.

Doug stood indecisively for a moment, then followed.

On the porch, Doug found his dad pissing over the rail, the stream
sparkling and pale in the bright sun, with Walt's cock buried up his chute.
Max sat in one of the old rockers, a cigar in one hand and a beer in the
other.  He looked up and smiled at the kid.  "What's your plan, son?" he
asked, taking a swig of beer.  "Gonna go fish with your uncle? Or do you
have something better in mind?"

"Fishing sounds good," Doug said, eyeing Joe and Walt.  "What's going on
with Dad and Walt? Did Walt come already?"

"You mean, is he a rabbit fuck? Pffft.  Not hardly.  He started to take a
leak and your dad backed up onto him.  Guess he wanted an organic colon
cleanse." Max chuckled.  "He's gonna get it, too.  Walt's got a fire hose
when he puts his mind to it."

Doug shook his head and wrinkled his nose.

"Your uncle took the tackle box and a rod and headed downstream, if you
want to join him."

"Yeah, I think I will," Doug said, heading back into the house.  "Thanks."
He reappeared in a moment with a fishing rod and headed toward the water.

"You two better not mess up the porch," Max said, looking at Walt
meaningfully.

Walt leaned forward slightly.  "Ya hear that, Joe? No dripping on the old
man's wood." He laughed.  "Want me to duck walk you to the latrine?"

"Just pull out slow.  I can handle it," Joe answered, clenching his ass.
He straightened up as Walt began to pull back.  When only the head of
Walt's prong was still lodged up his butt, he clamped hard and bucked,
separating them, then turned and headed for the porch steps, grinning.

"Atta boy," Max said as he passed.

"Go for a swim?" Walt asked, planting himself in front of Max's rocker.

"Yeah, let's," Max answered, standing.  He carried the ashtray inside and
set it on the hearth, dropped his bottle in the recycle box, and strode
out.

When they got to the river, they discovered Tim just emerging, shaking the
water out of his hair.  Chad and Jake and Cam were arranged on towels on
the bank, talking quietly.  Chad was stroking himself idly, the other two
just lying in the warm sun.  Max and Walt walked into the water until it
reached their thighs, then ducked forward and spun lazily in the current
for a few minutes.  By the time they turned and swam back to the river's
edge, Chad was bucking into the air, jizz shooting up as he stroked the
last of his load out.  When he finished, Cam and Jake began to clean up the
cum, licking it out of his fur like cats take milk.  The two elders paused
to watch before heading up the path to the cabin.

"You're not hanging around?" Tim asked, surprised.

"Gotta start on something for supper," Walt answered.  "We'll probably be
back, though.  Keep the boys warm for us." He chuckled and followed Max up
the path.

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