Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2011 23:35:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Richard Small <smaller43@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Afterparty - Chapter 5

Copyright Rick Small, 2011

This story depicts sexual activities between adult males.  If you are not
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The Afterparty
Chapter 5

"So, who's going where?" Joe asked, after the jubilation had subsided a
bit.  "You've got five bedrooms, three and a half baths, and two roommates
to arrange."

"Easy," Tim said, smirking.  "I'll stay in the master bedroom and bath.
You and Chad take the next two bedrooms and the bath between them.  We move
desks and files into bedroom four and it becomes the home office and den.
It shares a bath with bedroom five, which is already the guest room, so no
change there.  All we need to do is cut a door between the master bedroom
and the next room down, and another one between the middle bedroom and the
office.  Even if Mother came for a visit, god help us, we could move from
room to room discreetly."

"And unless Mother came for a visit, we might never have to dress at home
again," Joe said.  He chuckled.  "The way the testosterone is surging
around here, we might never have the time to dress, between the fucking and
the showering."

"Well, that's fine with me," Tim said.  "I don't mind having acres of
frisky man-flesh around.  If it bothers you, though . . ."

"No, no, no," Joe hastened to answer.  "Not at all.  Just sayin'."

"Well, it's practical, too, Uncle Tim," Chad pointed out.  "The less
clothes we wear, the less laundry we do.  You'll save water and electricity
even with more of us living here."

"You might want to think about enlarging the coat closet by the front
door," Jake said, trying to look serious.  "If everybody who comes over
strips down, you're gonna need plenty of storage space.  You sure don't
want people piling their clothes on the beds, do you?"

"Guys, you're making my head hurt," Tim said, rising and taking his mug to
the sink.  "I have to lie down.  Don't wake me unless you have a hard-on to
share." He rinsed the mug and put it in the dishwasher, then left the room.

"That was pretty definite," Chad said, watching his uncle's buns as he
walked away.  "I could use a nap, myself.  Hey, Jake, wanna share a lounge
in the shade with me?" He glanced over at his boyfriend.

"Sure.  I could do that," Jake grinned.  "But don't we want to clean up the
kitchen first?"

"Oh, yeah, but that's a given.  Uncle Tim cooked; we clean up." Chad stood
and began collecting plates and glasses.

The kitchen was soon sparkling, the dishwasher whooshing quietly, and the
boys ambled down the hall toward the pool.  Joe followed them as far as the
office, then turned in and sat down at the desk.

A couple of hours later, he'd finished making arrangements with the
appraisers, the realtor, the condo association, his next-door neighbors,
and the storage facility.  Feeling as though he'd accomplished a full day's
work, he strolled into the master bedroom, where Tim lay sprawled across
the bed, the picture of innocence except for the large erection springing
from his groin like a monument.

Joe chuckled softly and knelt up on the side of the mattress, leaned over,
and began licking Tim's hard dick like a popsicle.  In a few minutes, he
had it thicker, harder, and drooling silvery strands of precum.  He reached
over to the bedside table and pulled the lube out of the drawer.  While he
greased himself up, he continued licking on the sweet treat, gathering as
much of the precum as he could without bringing Tim to climax.  As soon as
he finished with the lube, he set it aside and straddled his brother,
grasping Tim's cock gently and aiming it at his own butt hole.

He positioned the still drooling head at his softening bud, took a deep
breath, and began to sink slowly down the length of the pole, loving the
sensation of being filled by the hard, warm organ as he took it inside
little by little.  Finally, he was completely full, settled onto Tim's
pubes, the underside of his balls tickled gently by the forest of crisp
dark hair.  He paused for a few seconds, then began slowly posting.

He'd been fucking himself on Tim's rod for a few minutes before there were
signs of consciousness from his brother.  As soon as he saw Tim's eyelids
begin to flutter open, he grabbed his brother's wrists and leaned down to
whisper into his ear, keeping his own face hidden.  "Don't panic, but
you're screwing somebody," he said quietly.  "It could be the burglar.
Don't make a sound – no sudden moves.  Just move your hips upward if you
understand."

Tim's eyes widened, and he rolled his head from side to side before lifting
his hips hard, slamming his cock into Joe's ass with all the strength he
could muster.  Joe's cock, sliding through the fur on Tim's torso, began to
leak.

"Good man," Joe said, still whispering into his ear.  "Now that we have
that sorted out, maybe you want to let the guy you're fucking know whether
you're enjoying it? Buck once for no, twice for yes."

There was a momentary pause before Tim slammed his hips upward twice, just
as hard as the first time.  Joe kept his body angled low, his dick sluicing
through its own lube now as the juice began to flow faster.

"Very good," Joe whispered.  "Next question.  Do you want to cum? Remember,
once for no, twice for yes."

This time there was no pause.  Tim tightened his abs and slammed his groin
upward twice in quick succession.  Joe's cock swelled and began to redden,
thick and hard, in its glistening stream of precum.

"Excellent," Joe muttered.  His breath was beginning to come faster and
shallower as he worked his brother over.  He leaned closer, lips not quite
touching Tim's ear, his breath floating in soft puffs across the warm
flesh.  He brought his free hand down and stroked through Tim's chest fur,
grazing the erect nipples lightly.  Then he reached for the lube again and
dipped his middle finger into the jar.

"One final question," Joe whispered.

He moved his hand behind him and began gently scratching at Tim's balls,
feeling the hair on them and the way the skin was thickening and pulling
upward.  He explored further, running his index finger down the center seam
of the tightened sac and behind it to the taint, stroking back and forth
along that, gradually moving closer to the flexing hole.  As he neared the
muscular ring, he added a second finger to the exploration, keeping his
middle finger out of the way, until he'd circled the dark whorl several
times.

Joe brought his cheek directly to Tim's ear, the soft bristles brushing
against it as he whispered.  "Are you close to cumming? Remember, once for
no, twice for yes."

It felt as though the bud was almost ready to open and swallow his fingers.
He brought down his middle finger, raised himself on Tim's throbbing cock,
and slid the finger into Tim's core as he sat down.  Tim bucked once.  Joe
felt for the knob and pressed it as Tim bucked again, and then Tim was
groaning and pounding his hips upward into Joe's ass, firing blast after
blast of liquid dynamite into his brother's guts, thrashing and whining
while Joe clamped down on the root of his cock and rode his own orgasm,
shooting cum the length of Tim's body.  Joe's first shot fell in the hollow
of Tim's throat, filling it with creamy liquid.  The next half-dozen traced
the center line of Tim's torso till they met the head of Joe's cock, still
jerking but now dry.

Joe fell all the way forward and laid his face along Tim's shoulder,
letting their torsos mesh around his sticky load.  "Damn, bro," he said
quietly.  "You are a helluva fuck."

Tim chuckled.  "Back atcha," he responded, bringing his hands down to
stroke Joe's shoulders.  He pulled his knees up to angle his hips better,
supporting Joe's ass and keeping his cock plugged in.  "Times like this, I
wonder why either of us bothered to get married.  Especially me." He
chuckled again, quietly, as if approving a joke of his own.

"Yeah," Joe muttered.  "Fuck, yeah."  He brought his arms around Tim's
shoulders and head and lay there, secure, catching his breath while Tim
laughed softly.

At the pool, Chad had pulled one of the lounges into the shade and dropped
the arms before settling onto it and beckoning to Jake.  "C'mon, sweet
thing," he said with a smile.  "Time for a cuddle and a nap."  The early
afternoon sun was already hot, but a slight breeze and the shade of the
hedge made for comfort as the two lay together quietly.  Soon they were
snoring softly.

An hour or so passed as the two guys slept before Jake woke with a piss
hard he couldn't ignore.  Sighing, he got off the lounge and walked to
where two sides of the hedge angled together, leaned slightly forward, and
pissed into the soil between a couple of the tall shrubs.  Once he'd
finished and shaken his cock down, he returned to the lounge and sat on the
edge.  Chad looked relaxed and innocent, and delicious, with his heavy dick
lying across one thigh and his legs slightly spread.  Jake didn't even try
to resist.  He bent down and began to lick and nibble at Chad's cock,
intent on waking it.

Success came soon.  He felt the soft flesh begin to swell, gradually
stiffening until it lifted free of Chad's thigh and began to rise, a
heartbeat at a time, toward full erection.  Jake grinned.  He loved waking
Chad this way, slowly working him over until he was practically screaming
with frustration.

When he had Chad's dick standing tall and straight as a tree above the
thicket of his pubes, he began to nibble at the tip, first just with his
lips, and gradually taking the head into his mouth to run his tongue around
the spongy helmet, following the ring at the edge but avoiding the
hypersensitive bundle of nerves just below the piss slit.  As he worked he
began to taste the first few delicious drops of Chad's precum as they
swelled and paused in the slit.  He kept working, moving by small
increments farther and farther down the shaft until he had engulfed the
entire organ and his nose was buried in Chad's fragrant pubes, musky and
male.  He stayed there a moment, sucking gently, before he began to pull
back off, sucking just hard enough to move the taut skin toward the head.

Chad began to squirm, moaning quietly as he rocked his hips.  "Jeez, Jake,"
he muttered.  "Aw, yeah.  So fine.  More.  More."

Jake grinned and continued up, then reversed and slowly swallowed the
throbbing cock again, pressing his tongue against the rigid tube and
grinding it against the roof of his mouth.  When he had finished the second
trip, he pulled off completely, holding the base of the stiff cock in his
hand, and looked up at Chad.  He grinned and got a smile back.  "You like
that, huh?" he asked, gently stroking.  He slipped his little finger down
to tickle Chad's furry balls.  "Like that a lot?"

"Shit, yes," Chad hissed, his hips jerking upward.

"Good," Jake said, "because I'm just getting started." He moved his finger
off Chad's balls and began delicately scratching the insides of his
boyfriend's furry thighs, running the edge of his fingernail slowly back
and forth between Chad's groin and his knee, while continuing to suck
slowly on his cock.  The precum was flowing steadily, and he kept
swallowing it, enjoying the sweetness on his tongue.  He began to speed up,
rising and falling on Chad's dick as it stiffened even more in his mouth.

He moved his other hand onto Chad's torso, raking through the soft fur on
his belly and then up toward his chest, flicking quickly across the erect
nipples and back down through the forest of dark hair toward Chad's pubes,
continuing to suck and lick around the hard cock, pausing every few trips
to pay special attention to the spongy head before swallowing the entire
organ again.  Chad had begun to thrust upward, his hips rising almost
involuntarily to press his cock into Jake's throat in a pounding rhythm
that meant he would erupt soon.

When he thought Chad couldn't get any harder or any thicker or any hotter,
Jake lifted off one final time, quickly wetted the fingers of one hand, and
went down again at the same moment as he pressed the saliva-slicked digits
against Chad's hole.

Chad bucked hard, yelled, "Jesusfuckingchrist," and began to shoot.  Jake
backed off in time to catch the first shot on his tongue, then took Chad's
spewing cock deep into his throat for the next couple of shots before
pulling off again and collecting the rest of Chad's load in his mouth.
Without swallowing, he continued to suck on Chad's dick as the shots slowed
and stopped, until Chad put a hand on the back of his head and begged him
to stop.

"Too fuckin' sensitive," he moaned, still twitching from the violence of
his orgasm.  "Back off, Jake.  Oh, god.  Please.  I can't . . .  Hooo,
boy."

Jake stopped moving and just held Chad's cock in his mouth, washing it in
the volume of cum he'd collected from it, while slowly stroking through
Chad's chest fur.  He brought his other hand up and held Chad's hip gently,
his thumb resting in the thick pubes just below his nose.  Chad's breathing
gradually returned to normal, and his legs relaxed onto the chaise, falling
slightly open so that his balls came to rest on the thick terry cloth
beneath him.

Finally, Chad let his hand fall away from the back of Jake's head.  He
grinned down at his boyfriend.  "You are a sneaky motherfucker, you know
that?" he said, shaking his head slightly.  "But that was one damn fine
blowjob," he added, still grinning.  "You deserve a reward for that one."

"Nah.  I got my reward," Jake said, opening his mouth slightly to show Chad
he still had the remains of the spectacular orgasm pooled on his tongue.
"In spades.  Or should I say in quarts?"

"Cheeky bastard," Chad giggled.  "Don't be greedy.  Come up here and
share."

Jake slid onto the chaise and locked his lips to Chad's, happy to swap the
load back and forth a few times before he swallowed it.  The two guys lay
contentedly, their heads together, Jake still toying with the fur on Chad's
chest, until they dropped back to sleep in the warm afternoon shade.

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