Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2016 21:41:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: nmKinkGuy <nmkinkguy@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Family Weekend 8

THE FAMILY WEEKEND
By Kink Guy

CHAPTER 8

      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!

      The sadomasochistic turn of events seems to have turned off some
readers. Sorry, but that's just how this story developed. Also, some guys
complained the chapters were too short, so I have edited and combined them
to be lengthier. Hope the Family is still giving you hard ones and you keep
reading. Let me know!

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.

      In answer to Dave's question about Dad and did we still respect him,
we both answered emphatically yes, we have not lost our respect. Tom and I
both started talking and asking questions at once. Granddaddy said, "Wow,
slow down boys! We will answer all the questions we can without betraying
your Fathers trust in us. Scotty, you first." I thought for a moment and
asked if we would ever get to watch Dad being tortured? Dave said,
"Probably at some point, but that was up to our Daddy." He also pointed out
that Grandpop had no problem with it. Tom asked, "Granddad, what did you do
to Dad's cock and balls? I have never seen anything like it! Is he going to
be ok? Will he still be able to fuck and cum?" Dave and Granddad both
laughed, and Dave said that he had seen them look like that before, maybe
worse and that his equipment would work just fine, and that he could
probably fuck Tom senseless right now!
      Tom had more questions, "What were those little scabs on his dick
head?" Grandfather said, "Those were from the holes where I drove fairly
large needles through his glans. He bleeds from it, especially when I pull
them out and then little scabs form. I finished the night with some heavy
duty CBT." Dave saw the puzzled looks on our faces and told us that, "CBT
stands for Cock and Ball Torture. Which is one of your Dad's favorite
sports. He always has several orgasms and explosive ejaculations during a
CBT session. Watching what CBT does for your Dad always makes me cum
buckets. It also makes me wish I had the balls, so to speak, to submit to
it."
      Tom had one last thing to say, "I think I understand about the pain,
just a little because when Daddy really pounds my hole harder than usual,
or slaps my ass while he's fucking me or even when he decides to give me a
hard throat fuck, it makes it more exciting for me, and when he gives it to
me hard, it gives me a hands free orgasm. The last time he really got
aggressive with me, I had bruises on my hips from him holding me so hard,
to keep me in place for his use. I was proud of those marks."
      Suddenly, it dawned on me that Brian would be home soon. I excitedly
asked, "What are we going to tell Brian? You know he will want to see Daddy
the minute he gets home, and will want a good Daddy fuck after being away
for 2 days!" Pops laughed and said, "Well, the little slut may just have to
settle for a Granddaddy fuck instead! Don't worry Scotty, I will take care
of Brian."
      Uncle Dave was still sitting sideways, with one leg on the floor and
the other leaning against the back of the couch. Between his wide spread
legs stood his drooling, ten inch cock with the double zero ring through
the head. You could see it throbbing and the pre-cum was running down the
shaft in a steady stream, soaking his pubic hair. Looking right at me, he
said, "Scott, why don't you get down between my legs and suck some Uncle
cock. You need the practice, and I need to cum. A suck job is just perfect
right now, because I don't want to do any of the work to get off. Lets see
if little Scotty can finally make his Uncle cum using just his face
hole. Now get to work you little slut, and no hands, just mouth and
throat!" I threw myself on my belly between his hairy legs and got to
work. This time, I was going to make him cum with my mouth and throat, if
it took all day!
      I guess Tom couldn't take it any longer. He asked Pops to fuck him,
or let him fuck Pops, but he refused saying he was still drained and sore
from working Don over last night, and that he needed to save it for
Brian. Tom dropped down between my legs, and started rimming me. God he is
good at this! After a few minutes of working my hole with his tongue, he
said, "Scotty, I know you are busy, but if I don't get off, and soon, my
balls are going to turn purple! I just gotta' fuck your sweet ass. Now,
remember to keep working Uncle Dave's cock and get him to feed you a load!"
With that, Tom drove his fat Brother cock up my hole and started
pounding. This was going to be a rough ride. The hardest fuck he had ever
thrown into me! I noticed it did do one thing, Tom fucking my hole so hard,
made it a lot easier to get down almost all of Uncle Dave. And now, as I
was really thinking about the pain in my ass, I realized, I did like the
way it hurt and my cock was so hard it was hurting too. Maybe masochistic
stuff runs in families?
      Tom pounded me into the sofa until he loaded my insides with Brother
cum. Uncle Dave never did orgasm in my mouth and had to finish off by
ramming his cock up my rear hole, sliding in on my Brother's incest
sperm. Tom and now Dave fucked me hard. Talking about Dad's experience
inflamed all three of us. Uncle Dave yanked his cock out of my ass, flipped
me on my back, grabbed my legs in his hands pulling them high and wide
apart and rammed his cock in me, right to the root. I had an orgasm that
fired off shots of ball juice that went over my head, all over my face and
down my neck and chest. It just kept shooting the sperm. During my cum, he
started fucking me as hard and fast as he could, and before he reached his
orgasm, I had another cum, and never once touched my cock! It hurt so damn
good. I think I am beginning to understand my Father.

      After our three orgasms, and lounging about, snacking and talking
together, Pops said, "Hey boys, I'm going up to check on Don, then I'll
meet you in the pool. It's time to cool off. Brian should be here soon."
Tom, Uncle Dave and I walked together out to the pool. Andre trailed along
behind us, carrying an iced bucket of beers. How the fuck did he always
anticipate us, and was always prepared? That boy is spooky sometimes.
      We jumped in the pool, and relaxed, just floating and splashing
about. A few minutes after we got in, I noticed Uncle Dave floating on his
back, with his hard on sticking up in the air. That man is a walking
erection and never gets enough, and he could delay an orgasm forever! What
a stud. Tom gently moved underwater toward his Uncle, came up and sucked
one big ball into his mouth. The surprise sunk Unc and he came up coughing
and sputtering, and the battle was on. The two of them started wrestling in
the water, trying to dunk and drown each other. They were laughing so hard,
they kept gulping in pool water and coughing and gasping. Watching these
two men, my stud relatives at play, of course gave me another boner.
      Uncle Dave swam over to the edge of the pool and told Tom, "Get your
hairy ass up on the edge, I haven't sucked nearly enough cock so far this
weekend and Scott, get over here and shove that stiff dick up my ass!" Dave
leaned over and sucked Tom down in one gulp, making Tom jump, shudder and
let out with a, "Oh my fucking, fuck you are a good cock sucker!" Dave took
his mouth off Tom's dick and said, "When you have sucked my Dad's giant
tool as much as I have, you better get good or die!" I moved behind him
while he was talking, lined up and started shoving my dick up his hole. It
was really difficult with no lube, and pool water doesn't make anything
slick. I keep shoving till my cock head popped through the ring, and I
drove my cock in to the pubes. Dave screamed, and went back to deep
throating my Brother. His scream surprised me, Dave was used to taking much
bigger dicks than mine, his Dad's for instance. Screaming or not, I started
pounding away, as his ass juices lubed my cock, making the fuck go
smoother.
      Granddad walked out on the deck, and stood just watching the men he
had created, fuck and suck. He watched a while, stroking his giant, hard
prick and said, "This is what I like to see. My guys expressing their love
and passion for each other." He sat down next to Tom with his wide spread
legs dangling in the water. Tom reached down and stroked his cock and
asked, "If you'll stand up, you can stick that monster down my throat,
Pops." He replied, "As much as I would enjoy fucking your throat right now,
Andre said Brian called a while ago, and he's on his way. Coach is going to
bring him home, so I'll save the hard on for him. Unless coach wore out his
hole while they were out of town."
      Tom had his cum first, with his rod shoved all the way down Uncle
Dave's throat, and that somehow caused his ass ring to clamp down on my
cock, and I started my orgasm before Uncle Dave even finished draining
Tom's balls. Just as we started to calm down, we heard clapping. I looked
up and there stood coach, starker's with a big boner, and my little Brother
slowly fondling coach's nut sack, which I swear to the God's, is the size
of a grapefruit and hangs half way to the 6'4" man's knees. They never draw
up just before orgasm, like most men's do. Hot as hell, but kind of freaky
looking at the same time. His NFL nickname was "The Bag" which caused
speculation in the media his whole career, and was never answered
publically. All you had to do was see him naked, and you knew where the
name came from. And oddly, he was never accidentally photographed or talked
about by sports commentators doing post game locker room interviews. The
team seemed to shield him, and there were hours of interviews on tape with
him wearing nothing but a towel. I wondered, how on earth that man ever got
a cup to hold all that?
      Brian ran over to our Grandfather, who was still sitting on the edge
of the pool, leaned down and threw his arms around the man. Pops moved him
around to sit between his legs as he held the boy to him. Brian turned his
face up and opened his mouth, asking for deep kisses. Granddad
obliged. They swapped spit for a while as Granddaddy pinched and worked
Brian's thirteen-year-old nipples, making Brian groan. The kid loved having
his nipples worked and they were very pronounced for someone his age. They
always poked out in whatever shirt he was wearing. His enlarged nips were a
source of great pride for him.
      After several minutes of having Granddad's tongue down his throat,
his nipples worked over and his cock and balls fondled, he looked up and
asked, "Hey Pops, where's my Daddy? I need my welcome home fuck really
bad." Granddad stood up, pulled Brian up by the hand and said, "Boy, lets
go up to my room, your Grandfather wants to talk to you." Brian immediately
demanded to know, "What is wrong, where is my Daddy, is he ok?" Granddad
hugged him tight and told him, "Your Daddy is just fine. There are just
some things I need to talk to you about right now. Lets go." And they
walked into the house, hand in hand. I couldn't help but worry about
Brian. He is so tender and easily hurt, I hoped this would go ok. Coach
walked up to Tom who was now sitting on the edge of a lounge chair, stuck
his cock in his mouth and said, "Suck it, boy."
      After Coach finished using Tom, filling him with three separate
loads, two up the ass and one down the throat, we all moved into the
kitchen for a light dinner that Andre had prepared. There was no sign of
Granddad, Brian or Dad, not that I expected Dad really. I was sure he was
still in bed recovering. I wanted to go see him so badly, but Granddad had
said not until Daddy was ready. I asked Andre if he had been in to see my
Dad, he said, "Yes, I have been taking him some light foods and drinks. He
is fine, and very content. At your Grandfather's direction, I have helped
him in and out of the Jacuzzi tub three different times today. Soaking in
warm, bubbling water helps ease his tortured body. These sessions are so
good for him, and his battered body is so incredibly beautiful afterwards."
      I asked Andre if he has been aware of the S/m sessions my Daddy had
with his Dad. Andre said yes, and added, "Haven't you ever noticed that
when your Dad made trips to the ranch alone, that he often took me with
him? He went there to play, to keep you two boys from witnessing his
ordeals. He always comes home rejuvenated. I am accustomed to serving your
Father following one of his sessions with Pops."
      I looked at Coach, who hadn't said anything and asked, "Have you
known about this side of my Father?" Coach looked at Tom and Andre as if
asking whether or not he should share. They both nodded their heads and
Coach began talking; "Yes, I have known since we were at Yale together and
we belonged to the same men's S/m club. The night we met at a club dungeon
party, I was lying in a sling with my legs in the air, when he walked up,
stuck his big, fat cock up my ass and fucked me through three
orgasms. After he fucked me raw, he asked my name and could he see me
again. I said yes, soon moved into his suite at the frat house, became his
full time sub, and the rest is history."
      Coach paused, and then went on, "Your Dad was one of, if not the most
respected players on campus. All of the men wanted to play with him. Power
Tops would offer to bottom, just to get a chance to play with him, and he
is one of the best Tops there is. I should know, since I was his bottom all
the way through school. His cock, to this very day, shoved up my fuck hole,
feels better than any other I have ever encountered. I sported the bruises
and marks of being his sub most of the time during our years in college
together. His sub desires never diminished, but it was his Father he turned
to when his need became too powerful. His skill, and joy as a Top, in no
way diminished his desire to be subservient to his Father. When I was
playing pro ball, I would fly to him as often as possible to serve him. On
a few extraordinary occasions, I was honored to bottom for both him and his
Father."
      Coach's speech made me incredibly horny, so horny I asked him to fuck
my ass. He grabbed me, threw me face down on the table and began rimming my
ass, getting me ready for his fuck stick. He only had about eight inches,
but his cock was really thick and stretched my hole really well. After he
stuck his fat cock up my hole, Tom got down on the floor, sucked one of his
giant balls into his mouth and kept sucking on them one at a time, through
the whole fuck. His sac was so long, that Tom trapping it in his mouth
didn't hamper Coach's rapid thrusting motion.
      Coach fucked me a long time, giving me enormous pleasure. It was
amazing how the fattest part of his cock, the center, rubbed my prostate
the whole time. When he finally filled my ass with cum and pulled out, Tom
jumped right in to suck the jock cum from my ass. When he got all the ball
juice he could out of my hole, Tom got me off with his mouth. I felt great!
      Not long after our fuck, Coach had to go home to his wife. He dressed
and left and Uncle Dave, Tom and I moved into the pit to chill. We were
watching TV when Granddad and Brian casually strolled into the room. Pops
sat down in the big leather chair, and Brian climbed up in his lap, with a
very happy grin on his face. I had to ask, "Everything ok Bri?" He smiled
and said, "Gee, I don't know what all of you were so worried about. I've
known about Daddy's masochism for quite a while. "How did you find out?" I
asked. "Remember last Christmas up at the ranch? I spied on Daddy and Pops
out in the barn one night. Dad was strung up on a St. Andrews cross, and
Granddad was flogging him. I heard them talking after the beating and the
fucking, that this wasn't one of their heavy scenes, because Daddy didn't
want us to see the marks. They shared some memories together about past,
heavier scenes, what they both liked best and what Dad wanted more of in
the future. I snuck back in the house, they never knew I was there."
      Uncle Dave asked the next question, "So Brian, you weren't troubled
by what you saw and learned? You didn't talk to any of us." Brian laughed
and replied, "Nah, I figured Dad would share that part of his life when he
was ready. Not my place to judge him. And anyway, I've spent a lot of time
around this S/m stuff. You know my fuck buddy Taylor? Well his Dad's live a
full time Master/slave relationship, so I've seen a lot. I talked to them
about Dad, and they answered my questions. Don't freak, I can trust them,
cuz they trust me with their secrets. And I've done a lot of reading and
research so that I can understand Daddy's life." We just sat there stunned;
the little fucker was a whole lot more grown up and mature than we gave him
credit for! Brian jumped off Granddaddy's lap and announced, "Hey, I'm
starving! Pops fucked me twice and made me cum about six times and I need
food!" We all laughed, shrugged and followed him into the kitchen. It was
all so simple.
      In the kitchen, Andre fixed Brian something to eat, which he devoured
like no one had fed him in a month! I guess we were all kind of
drained. This had been a very emotional day so we decided to go up to
bed. Granddaddy said he would sleep with his son and care for him. Tom and
Brian paired off and Uncle Dave and I went into my room, showered together
and snuggled up in bed. A few kisses and some stroking, but we both seemed
content to cuddle with each other, and drift off to sleep.