Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2011 17:32:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Richard Small <smaller43@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Afterparty, Chapter 21

Copyright Rick Small, 2011

This story depicts sexual activities between adult males.  If you're not
old enough or if it's offensive to you, please leave.  The characters are
not based on real persons and the scenes described are solely the product
of the author's imagination.  In the real world, there is risk in every
sexual encounter; always play safe.  This story is copyright to the author;
please be courteous and do not copy or re-post.

The Afterparty
Chapter 21

Sleeping arrangements that night were switched around a bit.  Joe cocked
his head at Doug and they went off together fairly early.  Chad and Jake
remained together, but Walt and Tim paired up and Cam took hold of Uncle
Max's mushroom headed monster and pulled him into the front bedroom.

As usual, the cabin soon echoed to the slap of flesh on flesh as the men
worked in a good-night fuck before blowing out their candles.  Joe and Doug
were the noisiest, with Joe almost screaming when he worked himself up to
cumming, and Doug moaning and wailing the whole time.  The others just
grinned and went on with their own fucking.  A half-hour or so after Joe's
loud announcement that he'd cum, Cam heard him say, "So, you want to piss
up my ass, son? You haven't cum yet.  You can piss me full and then fuck
yourself off in it.  How does that sound?"

"Whoa!  I'm up for that, Dad," Doug said.  There was a quiet click, and Cam
could picture Doug greasing his cock, getting ready to slip it to his dad.
Soon there was a quiet groan, and it was clear that Doug was unloading his
bladder, followed by the squish and slap of youthful strokes.  "Fuck, Dad,"
Doug whispered.  "This is better than I even thought it would be.  Your ass
is so hot and slick.  And tight.  Fuck, are you tight!"

"You learn to hold it," Joe muttered.  "You want to pick up the pace a
little? We can probably fuck another load out of my balls that way."

"Awesome!"

Cam was having his own fun.  He'd greased up his butt hole and Uncle Max's
fierce dick, and lay back, letting Max enter him at his own pace.  Max took
his time, bouncing the head of his cock against Cam's tight bud over and
over again, finally pressing in just enough that the head slipped through
and stuck, the ridge locking behind Cam's ring of muscle.  Cam began to
pant, wanting more but wanting Max to make it last as long as possible,
too.  Max pressed a little farther in, then withdrew, letting the corona
bounce against the inside of the ring.  Again and again, he pressed in,
then withdrew, each time pushing a little deeper, until he finally bottomed
out, his heavy pubic bush warm and rough against Cam's taint and ball sac.

"Aw, fuck, Uncle Max," Cam breathed.  "Don't tease, man.  Screw my hole.
That feels so fuckin' good.  But you gotta pound it.  C'mon!"

"All in good time, youngster," Max said.  He shifted position slightly and
flexed his cock, banging it against the underside of Cam's chestnut.

"Yow!" Cam yelped.  "Fuck!"

Max pulled back and began to slide forward again, a little faster than
before.  Then he did it again.  And again.  Soon he had a steady pattern,
two or three solid fuck strokes followed by a twist of his hips and that
banging up against Cam's nut.  Cam began to sweat and writhe, whining under
the assault of the biggest dick he'd ever taken or wanted to take, loving
every second of it.

Walt had Tim speared on his cock and was sawing into him, dark coffee
against cream, his lithe body and heavy hangers sinuous and strong.  In the
dim light of the single candle, Tim could see a drop of sweat form in
Walt's left arm pit and he tried to lift up so he could lick it off.  Walt
wasn't having any of that.  He took each of Tim's ankles in a hand and bent
him in half, lifting his hips slightly off the mattress and opening access
to his ass even farther.  Tim reached down and began to stroke his own
cock, rubbing it in time with Walt's slamming pace.  His precum was
dripping steadily and began to flick off every few strokes, spattering
across his belly and chest and catching the light like liquid sequins.

"Yeah," Tim muttered.  "Fuck it in, man.  Do it.  Pound my hole.  Shiiiit,
that's good."  He looked up and grinned at Walt.  "You and Uncle Max hafta
come visit us," he said.  "Fuck.  Keep it up.  Keep it up.  Yeah."

"Can prob'ly be arranged," Walt grunted, concentrating on the pale ass
beneath him.  "You got such a pretty hole.  Such a pretty, tight hole.  I
could fuck your hole again."

Chad had Jake bent over the end of the bed with his cock firmly lodged up
Jake's chute, fucking slowly while he jerked Jake's drooling cock.  He
leaned farther forward and laid his head on Jake's shoulder, hunching from
the hips into Jake's small, tight ass.  "Ya know, if you weren't already my
boyfriend, I'd hafta drag you into my cave," he muttered into Jake's ear.

"But I am and you're talking," Jake said.  He giggled quietly.  "Fuck now.
Talk later.  Much later.  Fuck now."

"Yessir, yessir, whatever you say sir," Chad said.  He settled into fucking
and stroking at a faster pace, his balls banging against Jake's at every
stroke, and his hips smacking against those tight buns he loved so much.

Too soon, the cabin was awash in the sound of men unloading their balls.
Joe was moaning and shooting an almost painful amount of cum up his belly
while Doug fired a dozen shots of cream into his piss-filled ass.  Doug
said, "Fuck, yeah.  Fuuuck, yeah.  Oh, man.  Fuck.  Yes!" and dumped every
drop of cum in his balls into the mix, them slumped forward, panting on his
dad's furry chest.

Cam started to cum, tensing up and then tightening his ass ring around
Uncle Max's rod, the jizz powering out of his dick and flying up to his
face.  As he spasmed, he brought Max to the point, and he slammed into his
grand-nephew's ass a couple of strokes before locking in place, his cock
swelling and twitching in the tight heat of the kid's ass, his balls pulled
all the way up to his root.  "Fuck, kid," he mumbled.  "You really love
this dick, don't you.  Fuck."

Chad felt Jake begin to cum, and pounded into his butt an extra couple of
strokes before firing off, the two of them spasming together, Chad's fist
overflowing with the sticky evidence that Jake had enjoyed the ride.
"Yeah," Jake said loudly.  "Yeah.  YEAH!"

And Chad was right there, with "Fuck.  Gah.  Damm.  Fuck!  Fuck!" before he
fell forward and tried to catch his breath.

Finally Walt reached the point of no return and started to pour his juice
into Tim's butt, while Tim's hand turned to a blur and he popped his load
across his belly and into his pubes.  Walt was grunting at every stroke and
soon there was so much cum in Tim's ass it was squishing out as Walt pushed
in.  When Walt finally decided he'd shot his last bolt, he pulled out and
immediately dropped his face to Tim's ass, licking up the cream that was
drooling out of his hole.  Neither of them had said anything so far, but
once he began to lap the load off Tim's butt, Walt began to moan quietly,
muttering between tongue-loads.  Finally he pulled back and let Tim's legs
down.  He smacked him on the hip and grinned.

"You want me to lick the rest of you clean, too, boy?" he asked, running a
finger down Tim's chest.  "Can be arranged."

"Naw, thanks, you've done your duty," Tim answered, grinning back.  "I like
the taste of my own stuff.  I'll take care of it.  You deserve a rest.
That was one fine fuck."  He reached down and began gathering his cum on a
couple of fingers, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean before
scraping up another shot farther up on his belly.

Chad pulled his hand off Jake's cock and brought it to his mouth, sucking
in the cream that covered his fingers and swirling it on his tongue before
swallowing it down.  "Shit, he said quietly.  "Going back to real life is
gonna be a real downer after this weekend."

"Tell me about it," Jake agreed.  "But, we'll still have the evenings."  He
turned around and slid up onto the bed.

"Won't be the same."  Chad crawled onto the bed and settled next to his
lover, putting his hand back on Jake's tackle and fondling it gently.

Joe poised his butt over the thunder jug and let go, producing a blast of
piss and cum.  "Damn, that was good," he said, reaching for the tissues and
wiping up.  "You did good, son."  He blew out their candle and slid into
the bed.  Doug was already snoring softly.

"Hate to think we're gonna have to pack up and go back to town tomorrow,"
Max said.  "You boys have been a lot of fun for us geezers."

"Shit, Uncle Max.  If that's the kind of fuck geezers throw, bring it on,"
Cam said.  "Maybe we should pay you a surprise visit at home one of these
weekends, really wear you out!"

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