Date: Fri, 17 Apr 2015 17:30:07 -0500
From: Steven LaVigne <bullwaters@gmail.com>
Subject: Visiting Uncle Dick Chapter 7

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Visiting Uncle Dick by Bull Waters
Chapter 7: Thanksgiving Part 2

I woke up Thanksgiving morning to the feeling of my cock inside a warm
mouth. I opened my eyes, but the head in my crotch wasn't Peter's.  He'd
gotten out of bed to start the grill to roast the turkey.  The gray hair
told me it was my brother, Paul, who was giving me head. I laid back and
let my mind wander, enjoying what he was doing.  His tongue danced up and
down my shaft and when he started to lick the head, I could feel my nuts
tighten.  I breathed out and shot a load down his throat.  After he'd
collected all of my cum, he have me a good morning kiss as we shared my
load.

He got out of bed, blew me a kiss and went to take a shower.  I got up and
went into the kitchen, where I stuffed two large chickens that I would bake
in addition to the turkey that would be roasted on the grill.  Fortunately,
I'd assigned everyone a job to prepare the feast, and I knew they would all
come through with a variety packed, delicious meal.  I was responsible for
the chicken and dressing, Peter for the roast turkey, Cal and Doug for the
potatos, Mike and Joel for the vegetables, Paul and Steve for the salad and
bread. Buddy would bring dessert.

The chicken didn't need to go into the oven for a couple of hours yet, so I
found room in the already crowded refrigerator.  I moved the potatoes to
the counter, knowing they wouldn't need to be cold before they were
prepared, and that helped.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and took it into the bathroom with me.  I
took my morning medications, brushed my teeth and took a shower. I had
decided to do something I hadn't done for a while.  I was going to relax in
the hot tub. You'd think with one on the patio, I'd use it every day, but
sometimes weeks went by and I never went near it.  The fire that Peter had
used to light coals was starting to die out as I walked outside. The air
was chilly, but the sun was shining. "Good morning, stud!" Peter said as he
kissed me. "I'll put the turkey on shortly and then I'll join you, okay?
Can I bring you anything, lover?"

"I left my coffee on the counter. Will you put it into a tumbler of ice,
fill it up and add some cream and bring it with you?" I asked. He nodded
and went inside. I turned on the jets, waited a minute for the water to
bubble and got a fresh towel from the cabinet.  I laid it on a chair and
climbed into the hot water, which Peter insists on keeping at ninety
degrees.  It felt great!

I don't know how long I was asleep, but when I heard the water splashing,
it startled me and I opened my eyes. Peter's sexy body loomed over me, and
he gave me a hot kiss.  Then he sat down next to me, and took me into his
arms. "I love you so much," said my big hairy bear, and he hugged me
tightly, "Happy Thanksgiving!"  I felt his crotch and he was rock hard. I
knew what that meant.  I rose and leaned over the padded seat and Peter
started eating my ass as he jerked my hardened cock.  "Paul made me cum
this morning," I told him. "I know," he replied, "I told him too."  I
moaned as his tongue began teasing my hole. I reached inside a box we keep
in the corner and pulled out some lube.

"This way?" Peter asked, and I nodded, as he reached for the lube. He stood
up, and looking behind me, I watched as water dripped off that beautiful
dark jungle of pubic hair as well as the head of his swollen organ. He
lubed us both, and with one thrust, my wet, hairy manhole had been planted
to the root with his remarkable dick.  There's really nothing in the world
like being fucked by a hard, hot sperm spitter! I never get tired of this!
He thrust while he told me how good he felt inside me.

We heard the bubbles starting and the sound sent Peter over the edge. He
shot his load deep inside me as I moaned loudly.  "Fuck, he said as he sat
back, his hardness still inside me.  We kissed deeply as his dick softened
and slipped out of me. We then relaxed, finding a jet to shoot hot water
into our asses. It was only then that we noticed Cal, Doug, Mike and Joel
were watching us. "Who needs porn when you have such a hot live show!" Cal
stated.  He climbed into the tub and kissed each of us.

"I'll check the turkey," Peter said. He rose, got out of the tub and walked
over to the grill. I laid back and closed my eyes again, drifting off again
until a snore woke me.  I opened my eyes, but the four men in the tub with
me were far too busy with one another to notice me.  I got out of the tub
and went into the house, where I set the oven, put the chickens in to bake,
and went to the bedroom, where I found Paul with his thick meat buried in
Peter's hole. I smiled and closed the door.

I poured myself another cup of iced coffee and started a checklist for the
meal. I would responsible for the chicken and dressing, Peter for the roast
turkey, Cal and Doug for the potatoes, Mike and Joel for the vegetables,
Paul and Steve for the salad and rolls. Buddy would bring dessert.

When I was finished, I went into the dining room and put a tablecloth down.
I pulled out placemats, trivets, napkins and dishes.  Glassware and cutlery
could wait.  I found the two large platters for meat, and bowls for
veggies, salad and rolls. One more thing to check off the list, I thought
as I went into the living room. I straightened up a bit, and then sat
down. I opened my book and started reading, but again I drifted off. The
noise from the Thanksgiving Parade on television woke me.  The four men
from the hot tub were gathered around watching, but Cal told me that the
potatoes were peeled and set on the stove to boil. They'd also cleaned and
wrapped some in aluminum foil to put on the grill.  That could be checked
off my list.

We heard a car pull up, but none of us bothered to check and see who it
was, because we knew that Steve and Buddy would arrive any time now. They
came through the back door and put the dessert on the counter, undressed
and joined us. Joel got each of them a beer and was about to ask what had
happened to them, but Mike stopped him because it was fairly obvious from
the way they sat together, smiled and looked at one another and gave each
other little smooches.  Another couple was forming in our crowd.

Peter came in with a beer after checking the grill and asked what time I
planned on serving.  That was my cue to get up and baste the chickens. I
told Cal and Doug that the potatoes were boiling and Paul, who'd just
gotten out of the shower, went out to put the other potatoes on the grill.
Joel and Mike chose a vegetable medley packet from the freezer, set it in
the microwave and let it go.  Then they set the table, putting out glasses,
cups and cutlery. Paul came in to make the salad, while Steve, with Buddy's
help, opened a package of rolls and put them on a sheet. I made room for
them in the oven.

Things were coming along well for our holiday meal, so I excused myself and
went to take a shower.  While I was in there, Peter stepped in to join me.
He reached around me, and while kissing my neck, massaged my nipples into
hardness. He kept one hand around my chest, and with the other stroked my
cock to hardness.

"You want me inside you, don't you baby," I asked and he just moaned. Peter
knows how much fucking in the shower turns me on, so I got the liquid soap
and lubed up my cock with it.  "Paul opened you up earlier. Do you need any
lube?" I asked.  He just growled at me to stick it in and leaned against
the side of the shower. I was inside him with one thrust, exclaiming "My
Peter Rabbit loves it when his Dickie Bird shoves his cock inside that hot
rabbit hole, doesn't he?" Peter just moaned and squeezed his ass ring
tighter around my rod. He knew that would do it as I shot a hot load into
him. Peter screamed a loud and long "fuck" in response.

We both held one another, heaving breath and declared our love for one
another. When I pulled out of him, I got down on my knees and rimmed my
load out of him.  We shared it with a forceful lip lock.  We rinsed, turned
off the water and dried one another's bodies. Then we tossed the towels
aside and went into the kitchen.

The house smelled great. Paul had taken over the grill and made sure that
the turkey and potatoes were ready. Peter took the platter out to fill it
while I carved the chicken, and arranged the pieces and dressing on another
platter. The other potatoes had been mashed, rolls had been heated, salad
was mixed, and everything was ready.  We sat down, and passed around
bottles of wine. Everyone lifted a glass and we shared a toast that was
made by Paul: "Here is to good friends, lovers, cooks, food and good
times. Happy Thanksgiving!"  We clicked glasses and drank.

We took a break after eating, and went into the living room for more wine
and conversation. When we were ready, we cleaned up the dining room and the
kitchen, had dessert, and relaxed.

What Paul and Steve had set in motion had led to happy family gatherings.
As Steve had stated so long ago: "I can't believe how hard my cock is!"  I
knew we'd be hard for years - and sex play among all of us - for years!