Date: Tue, 5 Apr 2011 10:14:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Richard Small <smaller43@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Afterparty - Chapter 4

Copyright Rick Small, 2011

This story depicts sexual activities between adult males.  If you are not
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are offended by such stories, please leave.  The characters are not based
on real persons and the scenes described are the product of the author's
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The Afterparty
Chapter 4

Chad was the first one awake on Sunday morning.  He cocked an eye at the
clock and couldn't believe it was only 7:30.  He was awake, though, and it
felt as though Jake might be, too.  The evidence lay hard and hot in his
butt cleft.  He reached back and ran his hand along Jake's hip,
appreciating the swell of muscle, then slipped his fingers between their
bodies to check on the state of his boyfriend's dick.  Yup, hard all right.
But Jake didn't move, not even an involuntary little jerk.  Sound asleep
still, Chad decided.  He slid out of bed and took his own piss-hard to the
bathroom, then came back to the bed, wondering whether he should snuggle up
for a while or head for the kitchen.  His uncle Tim's open eyes decided
him.

"Morning," he said, quietly.  "You gonna get up pretty soon? I feel like
coffee.  If you're gonna stay in bed, I'll go ahead and make a pot."

"Morning, kid," Tim said through a yawn.  "I could use a cup myself.  Why
don't you get it started and I'll be there in a couple of minutes?" He
pushed back the sheet and rolled out of bed, his morning wood stiff.

Chad headed for the kitchen but, as he reached the front of the house he
heard a thud from the driveway and realized the paper had just arrived.  He
keyed off the alarm and opened the door in time to see the delivery truck
turn the corner.  Shrugging, he ambled down the walkway, grabbed the paper,
and carried it into the house.

Tim shuffled into the kitchen just as Chad pressed the button on the coffee
maker.  "Taking your time, I see," he joked, opening the refrigerator and
pulling out orange juice.

"You and I are reasonable about coffee in the morning," Chad answered.
"Jake, not so much.  And I don't know about Uncle Joe.  But they aren't
awake yet, so I figured the only ones I had to please would be you and me."

"Joe was beginning to mumble, though, so he'll be out here pretty soon,"
Tim said, flipping the paper flat on the counter.  "How do you read the
paper? Any special order?"

"When it's mine, I start at the beginning and read until the end, which is
the comics, and then do the crossword.  When it isn't mine, I take what I
can get," Chad said.  He opened the cupboard and took out mugs and glasses.
"You are going to put your juice into a glass, right?" he asked, pushing
one toward his uncle.

Tim rolled his eyes.  "No, I was planning to drink it out of my cupped
palm, doofus." He smacked Chad's bare butt.  "Go sit down.  Take the paper.
I'm going to throw some food at the stove."

Sooner than Chad expected, the kitchen smelled delicious.  Cornbread in the
oven, eggs waiting in a bowl to be scrambled, sausages sizzling, and
coffee.  He lifted his head and realized the coffee maker had stopped
dripping, his signal to begin waking up in earnest.  He filled mugs for
himself and Tim, then put the creamer and sugar bowl on a tray along with
spoons and two more mugs of coffee, and headed down the hall.

He was back in a minute.  "You better turn off the stove, Uncle Tim," he
said with a smile.  He set the tray on the counter and poured the mugs of
coffee back into the carafe.  "I think it's gonna be a while before Jake
and Uncle Joe are ready to eat – breakfast, anyway."

"Not awake yet?" his uncle asked.  He turned back to the stove and lowered
the heat under the sausages.

"Oh, they're awake all right.  Just . . . uh, occupied."

Tim looked at him and grinned.  "Who's fucking whom, may I ask?"

"Let's say my boyfriend has found new fields of endeavor to plow."  Chad
snorted.  "They may not have noticed I was there, now that I think of it."

"Better check, then, hadn't we?" Tim slapped a lid on the skillet, turned
off the oven, and powered down the hall, coming to a halt at the door to
the master bedroom.

Chad crowded him from behind, looking over his shoulder, at his boyfriend
and his other uncle.  Joe's face was buried in the pillow while Jake
pounded him doggy-style, his big balls slamming against Joe's at every
stroke.  Joe's hands gripped the backs of Jake's thighs, urging him on, and
Jake had his hands firmly set on Joe's hips, holding him in place.  Chad
dropped to his knees behind his uncle and peered between his legs.  It was
the perfect angle to view Joe's heavy cock bobbing at every stroke from
Jake's assault on his ass, and the thick thread of precum that drooled from
the head.  The sunlight in the room turned the curls of fur on Jake's ass
into a golden haze that shimmered as he fucked.  Chad stood up and leaned
to mutter in Tim's ear.  "Give you any ideas?" he asked.

"Looks like no one's going to be ready to eat for a while, like you said,"
Tim answered.  He turned his head and locked eyes with his nephew.  "And
only half the bed's in use."

"We can fix that," Chad said.  He reached for Tim's hand and headed for the
big bed, pulling his uncle along.  At the foot of the bed, he stopped and
placed a firm, moist kiss on his lover's bud, licking once to make sure
Jake knew he was on view.  Jake grunted and went right on plowing Joe's
ass.

Tim sat on the edge of the mattress and swiveled onto his back, pulling his
knees up.  "Grease it up and bring it home, fella," he said, looking at
Chad's rising pole.  "I'd hate to see you waste a perfectly good hard on."

"No chance of that, Uncle Tim," Chad said.  He reached for the lube and
slathered his thickening cock with it, then swiped a good amount onto his
uncle's hole, pressing it in with two fingers.  "You about ready?" he
asked, kneeling into position.

"Yeah.  Say.  You see the poppers anywhere?" Tim said, turning his head to
check the bedside table.

Joe lifted his head.  "Got 'em on this side," he mumbled.  He reached
toward the edge of the mattress and brought up the brown bottle.  "Getting
low, though."

"Hell, doesn't take much," Tim said.  He twisted off the top and brought
the bottle to his nose.  After a couple of good whiffs, he handed it to
Chad, who huffed it in and handed it to Jake.

The rush was almost instant, and Chad's dick turned deep red as he began to
stuff it into Tim's butt.  He barely paused when the head popped through
Tim's tight ring, then steadily pushed forward until he was seated securely
in his uncle's channel, gripped by the muscular, silky heat.  He grabbed
his uncle's knees and leaned in.  Taking a deep breath, he pulled out
halfway, then plunged back in, rotating his hips as he pushed.

"Aw, fuck!" Tim yelled, twitching upward.  "Yeah!"

Jake took his tokes and handed the bottle back to Joe, who huffed once and
then capped it and set it aside.  "Oh, shit," Jake moaned as the amyl hit.
"Oh, motherfucker!" He reached around Joe's waist and took the older man's
drooling cock in hand, stroking it in rhythm with his own fuck.  Groaning,
he began to pound Joe's ass furiously, the added force making the bed
bounce against the wall.  As he picked up speed, Joe began to grunt softly
at each thrust.

Chad set up a fast, steady pace, and Tim was stroking himself right along
with it, his eyes glazed.  Chad leaned forward and began to nuzzle the fur
on Tim's chest, rubbing his unshaven cheek across the erect, sensitized
nipples and making Tim buck against him again.  "Close, gettin' close," he
muttered.  "Real close."

"Bring it home," Tim said, stroking faster.  "I'm right there."

Jake suddenly slammed forward and tensed, the muscles in his firm ass
clenching, as he began to unload the night's buildup.  "Sonofa . . .," he
yelled, bucking again.  "Shee-it!" Feeling the hot inundation of his gut
and the final slam against his prostate, Joe bucked up against him and took
his own cock in hand, bringing himself to the edge in just a couple of
strokes, then spewing as he shouted, "Sweet jeezus! Fuck! Fuck!"  The first
shot hit him on the chin, and the next three fired directly into his chest
and belly fur, catching in ropes that marked the trail between his chin and
his navel.  He capped the flow with his hand, continuing to stroke until
Jake fell across his back, panting.

Reversing his arm, Joe brought his hand up, offering the last of his cum to
Chad, who leaned down to lick it off the palm.  That was all it took for
him to erupt.  His balls drew tight and he felt his body turn inside out,
pouring white heat into Tim's ass like a lava flow, and bringing Tim to the
same point.

"Oh, baby!" Tim groaned, and then began to shoot, the cum flying up to
plaster across his chest fur, one large splatter covering a nipple, the
rest landing at random and sticking to the hair of his torso without
settling to his skin.  His hand slowed and then stopped, gripping his cock
at the base while it disgorged the last three shots.  He began to laugh
quietly.

The room went silent except for the sounds of the four trying to catch
their breaths and Tim's soft chuckling.  Chad pulled back slightly and then
leaned down to take his uncle's cock in his mouth, suckling on it for the
last few drops, before letting it go and beginning to collect the cum Tim
had shot.  When he reached the large splatter on Tim's right nipple, he
smirked and then very slowly lapped it up, teasing the hypersensitive nub
and causing Tim to buck against him again.  He slid his cock back into
Tim's ass and fell forward, torso to torso, breathing hard.

Beside Chad, Joe was wiping the cum off his body with the blade of his
hand, licking it off as he worked, until his fur was more or less cleaned
up.  All four men still occasionally spasmed as the fuck high wore off.

Finally, Jake pulled out and Joe collapsed forward, then rolled over.  Chad
disengaged as Tim dropped his feet to the mattress, and lay down beside
him, squeezing his hand.  Jake settled onto the bed, as well, and they all
lay there for a few minutes, breathing slowly.

"Well, shit," Joe drawled after a while.  "That was a hell of a way to wake
up on a Sunday morning.  Thanks for the slamfuck, Jake."

"My pleasure," Jake grinned.  "Thank you for the open invitation."  He
rolled to the side and stood up.  "I have seriously got to piss," he said,
scratching his chest and heading for the toilet.

"Where you going, then?" Tim called after him.  "You could've stayed here
and washed out Joe's ass.  He loves that.  Don't you, bro?"

"Don't tell all my secrets on the first date," Joe said, smacking Tim
playfully on the head.  "You're liable to give my friend the wrong ideas."

"Or the right ones," Tim chuckled.  He ducked as Joe aimed another blow to
his skull, and laughed again.

"See what I have to put up with," Joe complained to the room at large.
"Hey," he continued.  "Do I smell coffee?"

"You do, and it's waiting for you," Tim said.  "Courtesy of your nephew
here.  Breakfast is almost ready, too.  So get your randy ass out of bed
and comb your hair.  I can't stand a slob at the table." He ducked again as
Joe raised his hand, and crawled over Chad to get off the bed, laughing.

Breakfast was a quiet meal, the four men absorbed in various sections of
the paper, eating the excellent food, slowly waking up.  After the dishes
had been cleared, Chad located the big weekend crossword and began working
it, penciling words quickly, and occasionally crowing triumphantly when he
got a particularly difficult one.  Jake couldn't stand it after about ten
minutes of watching and pulled his chair around to "help".

"There's another crossword in the Entertainment section," Chad finally
said, throwing down his pencil, exasperated.  "You know I can't work the
puzzle with you breathing over my shoulder.  I love you to death, Jake, but
do the other one.  Please."

"But I want to do this one with you," Jake pouted, half childlike, half
serious.

"And I want to do this one alone," Chad responded.  "You know we always
fight about this, and I never get to finish the puzzle because it irritates
me to have someone kibitzing at my shoulder.  Give it up, already."

"Boys, boys," Tim said, standing up and starting to make a fresh pot of
coffee.  "I'm sorry there's only one paper.  But you could get a second
one, you know.  The J-O Mart isn't a five-minute drive from here, down at
Broadway and Walnut.  Why not go get another one? Just don't fight over
this one.  Your uncle and I get enough squabbling during the work week.
God knows we don't need it on the weekend too."

"Okay," Chad said, giving in quickly.  "Let's go on down there.  C'mon,
dude.  Drive me down.  You're blocking the garage anyway."

The two boys stood and headed for the guest room, returning almost
immediately in shorts and sandals.

"Back in a few," Jake said, giving Tim a thumbs up.  He grinned and went
out to his truck, tossing his keys as he walked.  The uncles looked at each
other for a moment and then burst out laughing.  Tim poured refills and
they went back to reading the paper.

They were surprised when the boys returned to see both teens nude again.
Joe's eyebrows rose toward his hairline, and one corner of his mouth
twitched, but he said nothing.  Tim, though, couldn't resist.

"Comfortable drive?" he asked sarcastically, noting the shorts in their
hands and the extra newspaper Chad carried.

"It was great, Uncle Tim," Chad said, dropping the paper on the table.  He
took his shorts to the guest room and came back quickly.  "Beautiful
morning, perfect for a drive."  He sat down, shoved the new paper over to
Jake's place, and went back to his crossword.

Jake returned from the guest room a minute later, also still nude, and sat
down.  He looked over at Chad's place in the paper and began to leaf
through the sections, trying to find the same puzzle.  As he leafed, he
sipped at his coffee.  After another minute or so, he realized that Tim and
Joe were looking quizzically at him and Chad.  He looked up, first at Joe,
then at Tim.  "What?" he asked.  "What's funny?"

Joe cleared his throat.  Tim jumped right in.  "We're thinking it's sort of
strange to have you leave the house more or less dressed but come back
bare-assed naked.  Are we missing something? Is it that beautiful a day out
there?"

"Uh, well, yeah, it's pretty nice," Jake said, ducking his head sheepishly.
"And it wasn't my idea to get naked.  I mean, it wasn't really my idea."

"But . . .?" Tim prodded.

"But we got out on the road and there wasn't anybody around," Jake
continued.

"And . . .?" Tim prodded again, not quite patiently.

"And the radio was on, from yesterday, and they started playing 'Do Me Like
You Mean It', so I sorta dared Chad to take off his shorts.  'Cuz he was
singin' along and beating out the rhythm on the door, and enjoying the
ride, really gettin' into it."

"And . . .?" Tim nearly shouted.

"And so he did.  And then when we got to the J-O Mart, I sorta dared him to
go in and buy the paper bare butt."

"AND . . .?" Tim and Joe shouted together.

Jake jumped in his chair.  "And, well, uh . . . so, uh . . . he did." He
started to laugh.  "You shoulda seen him, walkin' into the store with his
money in his hand and his dick swingin' in the breeze, just as cool as
cool.  And luckily there was a guy behind the counter, so he didn't call
the cops or anything, just took the money and gave Chad the paper.  And
then Mr. Bare-Ass here strolled out, like he owned the place, dick still
swingin', and we drove back."

Tim sat back in his chair, one eyebrow lifted, and looked at Joe.  "Dear
god," he said, his tone a mixture of resignation and amusement.  "I seem to
have created a monster here."  He shook his head sadly.  "I honestly don't
know what to do with you guys," he said, reaching for his coffee.  "If you
were younger, I'd say a stunt like this called for punishment, but you're
too old to spank." He looked over at Joe.  "What do you think, bro?" he
asked.

"I think we ought to snap chastity belts on both of them and swallow the
keys," Joe said, laughing.  "Failing that, perhaps we should just make them
wait until after lunch for their next roll in the hay.  I don't know if
anything else would even make an impression on them."

Chad had been suppressing his laughter, but now it bubbled to the surface.
He glanced over at Jake and the two of them cracked up, snorting and
cackling like twelve-year-olds.  When he had most of it out of his system,
Chad reached for his coffee, but a second glance at Jake brought on the
hilarity again, and it was another few minutes before he could choke down a
mouthful of wideawake.

Tim looked at the two of them with a mixture of envy and disgust.  "Just
remember what your grandmother told Joe and me when we got to be old enough
to do stupid stuff on our own: You get busted, you'll have to rot in jail
because your uncle and I will not be bailing you."

"Which brings up another point," Joe said, picking up the conversation and
running with it.  "You still haven't told us your decision about Chad and
me moving in here."  He turned to his nephew.  "Chad, you got any argument
you can make that might convince your uncle you'd be a good housemate?"

"Sure, Uncle Joe," Chad answered, still chuckling.  His eyes sparkled.  "I
do great yard maintenance.  I don't go out more than three nights a week.
I have a job.  I'll be in school again in the fall.  You like my boyfriend.
He likes you.  I can work around my dad and make him think it's better for
me than being in a dorm or living at home – might even be able to
convince him it's his idea.  No one's ever died from my cooking.  And, this
is the secret that I haven't told anyone," he paused for a dramatic moment,
"I love to fuck." He waited a second.  "And, when I move in, I promise I'll
get my own subscription to the newspaper."

"I notice you said 'when' you move in," Tim said.

"Well, I'm gonna, aren't I? I mean, it's to everybody's benefit – I get
a home away from my dad while I finish school, you get rent, we all get
more sex.  Where's the downside?"

"He's got you there, bro," Joe said.  He leaned forward and reached for his
mug.  "We're only trying to help you do what's best," he continued with a
slight smirk.  "And as he said, where's the downside?"

"The downside is that I've learned to like being alone," Tim said.
"Sometimes I just need to be alone in the house, listening to the
refrigerator and watching the atrium garden grow."

"Shit, that's easy," Chad said.  He glanced over at Jake.  "You get the
urge, just tell us to get out for a while.  I can always study with Jake,
at his place.  Or try to, anyway." He grinned at his boyfriend, who grinned
back.

"And I can always go down to Trix for a drink or two," Joe said.  "Matt's
always glad to see me there, and the jukebox is good.  Might even get
lucky," he finished, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Like you need to," Tim teased.  "If having the boys around isn't enough to
wear out the two of us, I don't what would."

"Aha!" Joe crowed.  "I knew we'd get down to the grit.  You're afraid your
aging bod can't keep up with a couple of lusty college boys, aren't you?"

"Not at all," Tim protested.  "But . . ."

"But nothing," Joe said.  "Say the words and I'll call my realtor."

"All right," Tim said slowly, pretending to be reluctant.  "You guys can
move in.  We'll work out the details later, after I've had a chance to
analyze my shattered finances.  Now are you happy?"

"YES!" Chad shouted.  He jumped up and high-fived first his uncle Joe, then
Jake, and finally Tim, who got a bonus kiss on the cheek.

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