Date: Thu, 10 Mar 2016 16:32:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: nmKinkGuy <nmkinkguy@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Family Weekend Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

      This is a fantasy incest story, depicting graphic sex between men and
boys. It is not true, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead,
is purely coincidental. The men in this story do not practice safe sex;
they don't need to because this is a fucking fantasy! In the real world,
make sure your cock, or the one using you, is rubbered up before you play!

Cast of Characters:
Dad: Don
Uncle: Dave
Granddad: Jake
Me: Scott (the storyteller)
Older Brother: Tom
Little Brother: Brian
Houseboy: Andre
And various other characters.

	I woke up, glanced at the clock and realized it was a little after
noon. My cock was still lodged up my Brother's hole, and Uncle Dave was
snuggled up to my back. I realized my dick was hard, and I could feel
Dave's boner resting along the crack of my ass, leaking pre-cum down the
cheek. The next thing I noticed was how badly I needed to pee. But, I
didn't want to pull out of Tom's comfortable butt hole. I thought about
just letting go and filling him with my morning piss, but that just seems
rude to do to a sleeping man.

	Slowly I pulled my boner out of Tom, he groaned at the loss, but
didn't wake up. I climbed over him and padded to the bathroom, with my
erection leading the way. I quickly realized my usual morning challenge of
not being able to bend my hard dick down enough to piss in the toilet
hadn't changed just because I got off about a dozen times yesterday and
early this morning. As usual, I solved the problem as Daddy taught me and
stepped over to the big open walk-in shower space, and let the golden water
fly. The shower is about eight feet across, and my stream was hitting the
back wall.

      Suddenly I felt a presence as Tom and his big erect penis walked up
beside me, threw his arm across my shoulder and let loose with a hands-free
piss, even more powerful than mine. His stream hit the wall even higher
than mine did! As the piss flowed, Tom asked, "Why did you pull out of my
ass while ago? I was enjoying the feeling and thought it was a dream until
you left. You could have just pissed in my ass. You know I like that after
a good fucking." "It just didn't seem right when you didn't know it was
happening" I replied. Tom smiled, I smiled back and we gave each other a
kiss before moving toward the sinks to brush our teeth.

      As we walked back into the bedroom, we saw that Uncle Dave had rolled
onto his back, thrown one arm over his eyes and his fat 10" incest cock
standing straight up, with the dick ring glistening in the light. Tom and I
exchanged grins, nodded and attacked! We leapt on the bed, grabbed onto
Dave, and started tickling him. I worked an armpit while Tom worked his
sides. Tom was laughing, thrashing about and trying to pry our hands off
his ticklish body. I moved down, took a foot in one hand and started
tickling the bottom of it with the other. Tom followed suit and Dave
started screaming and laughing, but managed to shout out, "I'm gonna' piss,
stop or I won't be able toÉ." And then the piss stream started shooting
out of his hard cock, straight up in the air. It was soaking Dave and the
bed, so being the piss pig he is, Tom quickly sucked Uncle Dave's flowing
penis into his mouth and started drinking. It went on a long time and I
could see Tom's throat pumping to get it all down.

      As the flow stopped, Tom eased up and began to pull off, when Uncle
Dave grabbed his head, shoved his tool all the way down his throat and
rolled over, trapping Tom under his pelvis with his arms caught behind
Dave's legs. He immediately started skull-fucking Tom. He was driving his
big, fat cock, ring and all, relentlessly in and out of Tom's throat. Tom
was clawing at and hitting Dave's thighs and ass, trying to get free and
stop the throat rape. Every time Dave bottomed out, Tom groaned and gagged,
which seemed to only pleasure Dave more, and spur him to fuck Tom's face
harder and faster.

      Thankfully for Tom, the face fuck only lasted a few minutes and Dave
came, and came hard, holding his cock all the way down Tom's throat as he
shuddered, shook and ground his penis into Tom, working to empty his ball
juice straight into Tom's stomach. He yanked his dick out of Tom's face
hole and flopped down on his back. Tom struggled to regain his breath and
when he did, he shouted at Uncle Dave, "What the fuck! You almost killed
me, asshole!" Dave grinned, grabbed Tom and began tonguing his mouth as he
passionately kissed his nephew. He broke the kiss and said, "Don't start
something you can't finish, boy. You know how watersports turn me on, so
don't act all surprised!" Tom chuckled, snuggled up to his uncle and began
gently sucking on a man-nip.

      "Guys, don't start another fuck and suck. I'm hungry, let's go
downstairs and see if Andre is alive and can fix us breakfast, or lunch or
whatever it should be. Now come on!" I demanded. They jumped out of the
bed, which looked like the scene of a crime. The bottom sheet was ripped,
there was cum and piss and man-sweat saturating the tangled mess. It served
as a symbol of what three, hot, hung, horny incestuous men can do to a bed!
We headed down stairs, turned and went in the kitchen. There was Andre,
standing at the counter sipping coffee as he looked out over the enormous
patio and swimming pool. Then I saw what was so captivating. Our pool boy,
gardener, maintenance guy and all around hottie, was skimming the pool, and
like all of us, naked.

      He is gorgeous; I'll give you that. His name is Spirit because his
Mom and Dads were hippies and lived in a big incestuous, poly commune in
New Mexico, where Spirit grew up. He isn't sure which of the three men who
loved his mother, and one another is his Father. Knowing whose sperm
created him really doesn't matter much he says, since they all loved
him. So, with a background like that, he fit in just fine around
here. Spirit is about 6'1", trim and formed like a swimmer. His body is
bronzed from working out doors nude most of the time and his hair is sun
bleached almost platinum. There is a light coating of blond hair on his
chest and legs, trimmed pubes, with nice bushy pits and the hardest,
roundest fuzzy ass you have ever wanted to fuck. He was nothing spectacular
in the cock department, but he had a big, shaved ball bag that hung well
below his fat usually erect cock, that was about six by six. I could watch
all day how that low hanging set of man-balls swung and smacked against his
thighs as he moved. Watching Spirit gave us all a hard on.

      We asked Andre for food, and he pulled one of his potato, egg and
cheese casseroles out of the warming oven and served us each a huge plate
full, with fresh fruit and coffee. As we were chowing down, Dad and
Granddad walked into the breakfast room arm in arm. I looked up and was
shocked to see the condition my Father was in. His lips were red and
swollen as were his nipples. Looking the worst, were his genitals. Dad's
scrotum was swollen to about twice its normal size and his cock looked
misshapen and appeared as if the head, which was purple, had puncture
wounds. His chest was covered in red marks and developing bruises. He
walked over to the sink to get a glass of water and we saw his backside. He
had obviously been severely whipped or beaten and the skin was broken and
had been bleeding some. A huge area of his upper back also looked as if
many of the lacerations had been bleeding. His entire back was turning
purple. His ass and thighs were in no better shape. When he slowly and
gingerly sat down at the table, he winced and groaned, trying to lean to
one side to take the pressure off his tormented ass. I was stunned into
silence and more than a little frightened by the way my Father looked.

      Uncle Dave reached across the table, and gently took his Brothers
hand and lovingly said; "He gave it to you good this time, Brother. Was it
what you needed, a good session with your Daddy? Your body looks
spectacular, by the way." My Dad tried to smile and just nodded his head up
and down. Grandfather told Andre to bring his son a straw to drink and to
mash his food up so he wouldn't have to open his mouth very wide or chew
too much. Dad picked up a fork of food and tried to raise it to his mouth,
but his hands were shaking and he dropped the food.

      Grandfather moved over next to my Dad, and started gently and slowly
feeding his son. I looked at Uncle Bill, and there were tears in his
eyes. Tom didn't look at me; he was intently watching the tender scene in
front of us. I was confused, frightened and didn't know what to think. I
have never viewed my Father as anything but strong and powerful. I know he
sometimes gets rough when he was using someone, but seeing my Dad hurt like
this upset me and on top of watching his violent first fuck video, which I
didn't understand, I was about to cry. Tom finally looked my way, and
seeing my condition scooted over next to me and embraced me. I buried my
face in his chest and began to softly cry. He just held me, stroked me and
tried to comfort me. Just being able to inhale his musk, helped calm me and
I began to gently nurse on his man-nipple.

	We just sat and watched as Granddad slowly and tenderly fed his
son. Between bites, he would very softly touch Daddy's face, stroke his
hair and lean in to give him soft kisses on his cheeks and neck. Every time
he did, Daddy sighed and whimpered.

When Dad finished eating, Grandfather said, "Scotty, Tom, give me a few
minutes to get your Daddy to bed and I will meet you both in the pit. We
need to talk. Dave, I would like you there as well." Granddad had to help
Dad stand and did his best to support him without hurting him. He motioned
for Andre to come help, and together they helped my Daddy out of the room
and up the stairs. I could hear Dad let out little gasps and groans of pain
as he struggled slowly up the steps.

	The three of us stood and silently made our way to the pit. The big
room was clean and showed no signs of the messy orgy that had occurred just
last night. I don't know how Andre does it, but there are other houseboy's
under his direction. We moved and sat on the sofa, and waited. Uncle Dave
tried to reassure us by saying, "Listen to me, your Grandfather will make
this all clear and help you understand. Your Dad coming down to breakfast
in that shape was deliberate, so you two would see. There is nothing to be
afraid of and when Pops is finished, I think your love for your Daddy, and
appreciation for his strength and power, will be even greater." We sat and
waited, in silence. After about twenty minutes, our Grandfather walked into
the room, crossed over and sat in one of the big leather chairs facing us.

	He appeared to be gathering his thoughts and said, "Boys, you need
to understand your Father. What he experienced last night, what I did for
him, and will do again, is exactly what your Dad wants. Or more accurately,
needs. My son is one of the strongest most powerful men I have ever
known. For him, periodically experiencing these extreme masochistic
sessions, feeds his soul. The need to be tested, challenged and to submit,
is a huge part of what makes him the man you love and admire. For him to
deny these desires would negatively impact his entire life, his being and
his overall happiness. Were I to refuse to provide him the experience,
would deprive him of his greatest erotic masculine pleasure and the amazing
out of body journey that embracing the pain provides for him."

      Granddad paused and relaxed back into the soft leather of the chair
as Andre quietly entered the room with a tray of coffee, water and
juice. Without speaking, he sat the refreshments down on the big coffee
table, bowed to my Grandfather and left the room. Pops seemed deep in
thought as he sat and sipped coffee, his legs spread wide and his
beautiful, enormous genitals resting on the chair cushion. Looking at him
was giving me an erection! For the first time I remember, having a boner
embarrassed me. This was not the time to get excited, I thought. Granddad
noticed me trying to hide my hard on with my hands and smiled at me, saying
nothing.

      Granddad continued, "Now boys, make no mistake. I do get off on being
a Sadist, especially for your Father. Some men are just wired this way,
some inclined to be masochistic, others Sadistic. My Son, however, while
drawn primarily to his masochistic side when his need surfaces, has a
strong Sadistic streak in him as well. The desire to inflict pain, or
accept pain is critical to the survival of the soul for men who embrace
their S/m being. It nourishes their masculine existence, and not fulfilling
these powerful desires will cause them to wither. For your Dad, it is much
like a fire walk, which challenges ones physical and mental being. These
masochistic, extremely painful experiences for a man such as he are
actually healing and enriching. Granted, most men, even you boys, enjoy a
degree of pain, such as that initial pain of taking a big penis in your
ass, which on some level is actually pleasurable. But your Dad's need for
extreme levels of pain is ultimately very rewarding and enriching and is a
big part of what makes him the man he is. He is not to be judged, he is to
be honored and respected for his strength as a man who knows how to feed
his inner beast. It was the same for his first fuck. He knew, even at that
age, what he needed to do, to become a complete man. Dave as his Brother,
do you have anything to add?"

      Dave sat quietly for a bit, then turned sideways on the sofa to face
Ted and I. He started to speak, "Thanks Dad. You explained my big Brother
and the need to feed his masochistic side, which by the way, I am truly
amazed by. Don has the self-awareness to recognize this desire, this inner
force and is intelligent enough to deal with it in a positive manner. I
can't imagine what would happen if he denied himself the journey and
challenge of enduring extreme and painful physical experiences such as
these. He certainly wouldn't be the Brother I love and have worshiped all
my life. I too struggled with what he undergoes, seeing his body after a
session used to frighten me too, especially when I was young, before my
first fuck, but we talked and he educated me about what being hurt, and
coming out on the other side stronger and more centered meant for him. It
took a while, but I came to understand and appreciate this core element of
who my Brother was, and is."

      Ted inquired, "May I ask a question?" "Of course, that is why we are
here" Granddad said. So Ted spoke out, "Uncle Dave, you said you have been
aware of Dad's masochism and the physical results since you were young. Why
has Dad hidden this important, maybe critical part of his life from his
sons?" Dave replied, "Your Grandfather refused to allow your Father to hide
his masochism from the family. He was enormously proud of his son and how
strong he was, both physically and mentally. Dad wanted us to have a very
clear understanding of Sadism and masochism, and how it impacted our
Brother, always in a positive way I might add. However, it was your Dad's
idea to shield you from it, hide an important part of his true inner self
from his sons. The rest of the men in the family disagreed, but we
respected his decision. Don finally decided you were mature enough to know,
and he deliberately came to breakfast for you guys to see his body after a
good session. His greatest fear is that he will lose the respect of his
Sons when they learn of this side of him. Boys, we have to ask, has he?"