Date: Sat, 3 Sep 2011 22:42:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Richard Small <smaller43@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Afterparty, Chapter 14

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 14

Doug had drawn KP as loser of the poker game, stuck with washing up after
meals for the day, and as second lowest Joe was on housekeeping, pushing
the carpet sweeper around the living room to get the twigs and leaves off
the floor – comfort in fucking was important, after all, and who could
be comfortable with a twig sticking into his butt cheeks? – and
straightening things up for the day's recreations.  Doug was scrubbing out
the pot the cereal had steamed in when he turned and looked over at Joe.
"Dad," he began hesitantly.

"Yeah, son?" Joe said, picking up a tissue box and setting it on one of the
end tables.

"I've been thinking . . . I watched you and Uncle Max last night, and
everybody else, and you all look like you really like to get fucked."

"Well, yeah, I guess we do," Joe said, looking up.  "Nothing like it, in
fact.  Hits all the buttons."

"You think I'd like it?"

"Why not? It's great.  Hasn't anybody stuck a finger up your ass and
stroked your nut yet?"

"Well, no.  And I was talking to Cam about it.  He said if I wanted my
cherry popped, I should ask you to do it."

"Well, okay.  That can be arranged," Joe said.  He leaned the handle of the
sweeper against the sofa and walked toward the sink.  "You don't sound too
enthusiastic, though.  You want to talk about it?"  He propped his butt
against the counter and folded his arms while Doug went back to scrubbing
the pot.

"I'm just, oh, scared, I guess," Doug muttered, turning the pot over and
rinsing it.  "I mean, we all have pretty big dicks and my ass hole's kinda
small to have something that big shoved into it.  Doesn't it hurt?"

"Naw, I wouldn't say it 'hurt'," Joe answered.  He thought for a second.
"Maybe say it feels different from anything else? Anything you've felt
there before? I mean, your mom probably gave you an enema once or twice for
some reason when you were younger, but a cock's nowhere near as small as
the nozzle on that hose.  Even a thumb's smaller than a cock.  But your ass
hole's a resilient thing.  Don't forget, it's a ring of muscles, not just a
hole.  Muscles flex."

"Yeah, that's what Cam said, too," Doug responded.

"Oh?"

"Yeah.  He said it was like his body woke up when you busted him open."

"Okay.  And you're afraid your body's gonna wake up?"

"Wellll.  No.  But . . ."

Joe looked around the kitchen for a second, then moved to the end of the
counter.  "Let's try a little experiment," he said.  He reached for the
bottle of olive oil that stood in the corner and poured some into a small
bowl.  "You finish scrubbing that pot, okay?"

"And?"

"The sooner you finish up at the sink, the sooner we can get to work on
your little problem." He picked up the bowl and turned away, setting the
oil on a side table before going back to work with the carpet sweeper.  In
a few minutes the carpet was swept, tabletops were wiped down and trash had
been collected, the candles had been trimmed.  Through the open doors and
windows came the intermittent sounds of the day – an occasional whoop as
someone dived into the river, the rumble of Walt and Max's voices as they
chatted on the long back porch, a bluejay scolding in a tree.  Joe gathered
all the garbage into the day's bag and tied it off, setting it out in the
screened holding cage, and took a seat on one of the sofas, his long legs
stretched to the large ottoman in front of him and the oil handy.

Doug rinsed the last piece, wiped down the sink and counters, and hung the
dish towel to dry before turning to look at his father.  Joe was gazing
through the door at the river, watching the play of light on the water, as
he sprawled on the sofa.  Doug walked around and sat down next to him,
sighing.

"All done, Dad," he said, holding his hands up in surrender.  "At least
until the next meal."

"Good, son, that's good.  Now.  Come and sit on your old man's lap.  No,
not sidesaddle like a kid, straddle my knees.  That's right."  He pulled
his feet in until his thighs were level, and spread his knees apart.  When
Doug sat down, his knees were spread wide and his cock and balls hung free.
Joe wrapped an arm around Doug's waist and pulled him closer, dropping his
other hand on the boy's shoulder reassuringly.

"You and Cam have been back East too long," Joe said, letting his hand drop
to Doug's thigh.  "I sort of lost sight of how proud I was of the two of
you, growing up into such fine young men."

"Jeez, Dad.  Cut it out."

"No, I mean it, son.  Look at you." Joe lifted his hand and ran the back of
it across Doug's chest, grazing one small nipple as he smoothed the swirls
of brown fur.  "You've developed a really good body; all your swimming and
weights have paid off."  He squeezed Doug's shoulder and ran the back of
his hand down the front of his son's torso.  "Nice, flat belly with a
defined six-pack here, strong legs." He continued gently stroking, just
letting his hand trail slowly across the various muscular areas in turn.
Doug was beginning to squirm a bit but also to preen, getting into being
praised for his physical development.

"You really think so?"

"Hell, yes," Joe said, one hand sliding slowly up Doug's thigh, the other
beginning to stroke across his back.  "You have muscles on you already that
I didn't get until I was in my twenties.  Your definition's much better
than mine was when I was your age.  Seriously."  He ran his hand down
Doug's back slowly, just grazing the muscles, until he reached the teen's
firm ass cheeks.

Joe cupped the boy's butt in his hand, enjoying the way the muscles bunched
and their haze of dark fur.  A fingertip strayed toward Doug's cleft,
stroking lightly at the top, near his tailbone.  At the same time, he was
looking at Doug's cock, which had firmed up and was beginning to stand
tall.

"You're lucky you got the Beck tackle," he said.  "If you'd inherited your
dick from your mother's side of the family, there'd be at least two inches
less of it.  But yours is fine – over eight inches, thick, smooth, a
little curve to it, nice definition on the helmet." Joe ran a finger around
the head, tracing the helmet ridge, then trailed down toward Doug's balls.
Scratching them lightly, he pulled his hand back and ran it lightly along
the inside of Doug's thigh, from groin almost to knee, and then back toward
the swinging balls.

Leaning forward, Joe sniffed, then inhaled deeply.  "And you smell like a
man should," he said, looking up into Doug's eyes.  Doug looked back down,
his lids half-closed, watching his father worship at the altar of
masculinity.  Joe took another deep breath and leaned forward to place his
lips on the tip of Doug's throbbing dick; warm, firm lips just pressing on
the piss slit, followed by a flick of Joe's tongue.

Doug gasped and his cock twitched.

"Yeah.  Do that again, Dad," he mumbled.  "Feels good."

Joe pulled back for a second to look Doug in the eyes.  "It does, doesn't
it.  Like when Cam does it. Or your buddy, Ben."

"Yeah.  But better."

Joe licked his lips and bent back toward Doug's cock, flicking his tongue
across the gleaming head before wrapping his lips around it and beginning a
slow descent toward Doug's pubes.  As he began sucking, he slowly lowered
Doug back onto the oversized ottoman.  His head began to bob as he got into
the rhythm of the tantalizing blowjob, pulling up almost to the head,
pausing to swirl his tongue around the coronal ridge, then sliding his lips
back down.  From time to time, he paused at the bottom and lapped at the
heavy balls swinging between Doug's thighs, his tongue slicking the ball
sack seam before he pulled back up.  He reached for the oil and dipped a
finger into it, brought the finger to Doug's root, and lifted his head one
final time.  As he pulled off, he spiraled the oil slowly up the engorged
dick, grinning as he watched it throb, then wrapped his hand around it and
pressed his lips against Doug's balls.

Lapping at the sack, he kept jacking on Doug's cock slowly, while he took
first one, then the other ball into his mouth, mumbling them gently and
nipping at the loose flesh holding them.  Alternating hands on Doug's cock,
he used his free hand to trail along the teen's inner thighs, barely
touching them, at times just brushing along the fur so delicately that Doug
could hardly tell whether he was really stroking or not.  Doug's hips began
to lift spasmodically.  Joe reached down and put a hand under one knee,
lifting his son's leg till his foot came to rest on the stool, then
switched hands and did the same with the other leg.  Doug's knees fell wide
and Joe pulled back long enough to blow softly on the wet ball sack.  A
shiver ran up Doug's body.

"Oh, man," he moaned.  "Oh, fuck.  That feels fantastic."

Joe looked up, grinned, then slid to his knees and began to lick and nibble
around Doug's groin, nipping at his balls, cat-licking on his inner thighs,
and finally pressing his nose into Doug's balls and lifting them so that he
could continue lapping at the taint behind them.  His hand was still slowly
circling on Doug's hard cock, not pulling on it but just gently spiraling
up and down from the head to the root.  He leaned forward and began to lick
more firmly, his tongue making a wide trail of spit and pressure on the
path between Doug's balls and his hole.

Finally, Joe lifted Doug's balls completely out of the way and began eating
his ass in earnest, nibbling around his bud with insistent lips and tongue,
wetting it, licking it, pressing on it, and then blowing gently on the
wetness.  Doug's hips jerked harder.

"Fuck! What was that?"

"Ben never did that for you?" Joe asked.

"No.  Cam too.  I mean, Cam didn't either."

"Relax and enjoy it.  Your Uncle Tim knows if there's one thing I can do
better than he can, it's rim a guy."

Joe went back to licking and nibbling at Doug's ass ring, swiping across it
with the flat of his tongue before delving into it with the tip, pressing
at the center time after time until it began to yield slightly.  Once it
began to soften, he reached for the oil again and brought a slick fingertip
to the muscle, spreading the oil gently and pressing it inside the hole.
As his finger entered the first time, Doug's hips jerked upward and he
yelled.

"Holy shit!"

Joe grinned and pressed more oil into the hole, working his finger around
the inside to spread the lubricant evenly.  With his other hand, he
continued to jack Doug slowly, spiraling up and sliding down just fast
enough to keep the kid's cock stiff and straining.  He pressed his lips
against the tightening ball sack and began to nibble again, giving Doug
three separate areas of sensation to combine into one overwhelming
pleasure.  Soon, Doug's hole was flexing, opening to let Joe's finger
penetrate deeper.  He picked up more oil and continued to grease his son's
chute, pushing the slickness farther inside with every careful stroke.

After a few minutes, Doug's hips had begun to thrust rhythmically and he
was moaning, his eyes barely open.  Joe slid to his knees, oiled up his own
throbbing cock, and positioned himself at Doug's back door.  Just as he
did, Max walked through the screen door from the river side porch, followed
by Walt.

"Well," he boomed.  "What do we have here? Looks like someone's about to
get fucked."

Joe looked up.  "That's about the size of it, Uncle Max," he said, not
missing a stroke on Doug's cock.  "You gonna watch?"

"Hell, yes! Wouldn't miss it."

Cam came in just then, took in the situation with one glance, and walked
over to the ottoman, kneeling beside it and smiling at his dad.  "Opening
him up, Dad?"

"Uh huh."

Cam pulled his dad's hand off Doug's cock, and replaced it with his mouth,
leaning over and taking the dripping pole into his throat in one long slide
while reaching to flick a finger across one of Doug's nips.  He milked the
cock with his throat, swallowing, before sliding up to the head, and traced
feathery circles around the edge of the nipple area until the tit stood
rigid above Doug's pecs before flicking it again with his finger tip.

Doug's hips jerked, his eyes, flew open, and Joe pressed forward, spearing
his cock into his son's hole just enough to lodge the corona inside the
gate.

Doug moaned louder.  "Aw, shit.  Don't stop now, Dad."

"You like that?"

"It's awesome.  You were right.  Different, but awesome.  God, gimme some
more, Dad.  Gimme the rest of it."

Joe pushed further in, beginning a slow seesaw, every forward thrust
lodging a little deeper in Doug's gut.  Soon, he was burying half his cock
up the teen's ass, and brushing across his prostate for the first time.
Doug tensed, moaned, and began to writhe uncontrollably, his ass clamping
down on Joe's dick while his own cock buried itself in Cam's throat.  Max
moved closer to the ottoman, his huge stick dripping, and Walt moved behind
him.  Spitting into his hand, Walt slicked Max's ass and his own pole
before aiming and sliding into Max's hole in a single smooth thrust.  He
wrapped a strong, dark arm around Max's chest and began to pump, his butt
cheeks clenching rhythmically as he piled into Max's ass.

"Fuck, yeah," Max muttered, stroking himself and leaning back against
Walt's chest.  "Fuuuck, yeah!"

Doug looked over at the two of them and managed a smile.  Max and Walt
smiled back as Walt began plugging Max's hole, his long, dark cock spearing
into the pale butt at a steady pace and glistening in the light.

Joe bottomed out, his pubes pressed against Doug's crinkled ball sack, and
tapped him playfully on the hip.  "You got it all, son," he said, beginning
to pull out.  "Gonna fuck ya now.  You ready?"

"God, yeah," Doug mumbled.  "Fuck, yeah.  Fuck!" He jerked and his hips
arched off the stool.  Cam followed, his mouth tightly wrapped around
Doug's cock and his own wrong hand slowly jacking himself while he teased
Doug's nips.

Joe was picking up speed, not racing but putting serious English into his
fuck, his hips driving forward with a slight rotation and pulling back
until the head of his cock was stopped by the coronal ridge.  He paused on
each out stroke, then pushed forward again with slightly more force, the
head of his cock driving past Doug's prostate every time.

Max was the first to break.  "Gonna baptize you, boy," he said, stepping
closer and stroking harder.  Two more pulls on his cock and he erupted,
strings of cum shooting like milk across Doug's torso as he bucked against
Walt's invading prong.  "Oh, yeah.  Oh, yeah.  Oh, YEAH!"

Cam came next, switching hands and standing up in time to send a half-dozen
hard shots of cum to blend with Max's.  He worked Doug's cock harder, his
hand a blur, until Doug groaned loudly and began to spit cum, spattering
himself, his brother, and the ottoman with heavy cream.

The spasms in Doug's asshole took his dad to the edge.  Joe pounded
furiously for a few more seconds and then slammed into Doug one final time
and held, his groin glued to Doug's ass as the cum poured out of him and
into Doug's gut.

Finally, Walt hit the edge and went over, jamming his cock deep into Max
with a satisfied grunt and unloading a dozen solid bolts of cream.

Joe leaned forward, still breathing heavily, and liplocked his son for a
moment.  "You did good, kid," he said, pulling back to look into Doug's
eyes.  "That was a damn fine fuck.  A man's fuck.  You can be proud of your
morning's work."

"Thanks, Dad.  It was awesome." Doug sighed and began to relax.  Chad shook
the last drops of cum off his cock and dropped to his knees, breathing
heavily and laying one hand on Doug's shoulder, the other on his hip.

They were still in the same positions when the door opened and Chad came
in, followed by Jake and Tim, all glowing as though freshly fucked.

"What'd we miss?" Chad said, looking around.  His eyes fell on the ottoman
where Doug was still spread out, covered with cum, with Joe's cock up his
butt.  "Oh.  DAMN," Chad said, turning to look at the other two.  "Doug got
his cherry picked and we weren't here to help."

"Sorry, cuz," Doug said, grinning.  "It was kind of a seize-the-moment
thing."

Joe looked over the three of them and snorted.  "Looks to me like there was
some gathering of rose buds going on outside, anyway," he said.  "And I
could swear I smell three fresh fucks besides what was going on in here.
Don't be piggy, boys."  He laughed.

"Win some, lose some, eh?" Tim said, smacking Jake on the ass.

"Hah.  Yeah.  Looks like it," Jake answered, moving between Tim and Chad
and dropping an arm on each of their shoulders.  "I hope it was as good for
Doug as it was for us, is all."

"Oh, man.  It was good, all right," Doug said.  He lowered his feet to the
floor.

Cam swiped up a finger full of cum off Doug's belly and lifted it to his
lips.  "Here, bro," he said, wiping it on.  "This is from Uncle Max." He
dipped again and brought another finger load to Doug's mouth.  "And this is
from me.  Christening gifts." He laughed.  "You're well and truly a
full-fledged Beck now." He lifted more cum off Doug's fur and offered it to
Max, then some to Joe, took some himself, and the others all gathered to
clean the cream off Doug's torso.  As they were scraping up cum, Joe's cock
was beginning to soften; eventually he pulled out of Doug's butt, a thin
stream of cum following his dick head.  He caught it and wiped it into
Doug's pubes.  "Douglas Stephen Beck, arise a man," he intoned, basso
profundo.

Doug began to laugh.  "Yeah.  I'll arise a man, all right," he said.  "In
about a half hour.  And then your ass is grass, Dad."

"Bring it on, son," Joe said, laughing back.  "You know I do my best work
flat on my back."

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