Date: Sat, 16 Apr 2011 22:51:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Richard Small <smaller43@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Afterparty - Chapter 6

Copyright Rick Small, 2011

This story depicts sexual activities between adult males.  If you are not
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are offended by such stories, please leave.  The characters are not based
on real persons and the scenes described are the product of the author's
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The Afterparty
Chapter 6

It was mid-afternoon before Tim woke up.  As usual, he had a serious piss
hard, but he was still plugged into Joe, who was still snoring softly on
his shoulder.  He'd made a joke earlier about washing Joe's ass out with
piss, but as he lay there the idea began to sound better, especially since
it didn't seem like Joe was going to be waking up any time soon.  He flexed
his hips a couple of times to see if Joe would react, and got nothing.
Chuckling softly to himself, he rolled to his side, taking Joe with him,
and then slowly pulled out, disentangled his legs, and headed for the
toilet, but changed his mind and turned on the shower, instead.  No point
wasting a flush if he could piss down the drain and rinse off the leftovers
from the last twenty-four hours at the same time.

Five minutes later, damp and refreshed, he headed for the kitchen, picked
up beers, and went out to the pool.  Jake and Chad were still napping in
the shade, so he set the bottles down next to one of the lounges and
plunged into the water.  He hauled himself out after a few laps and sat on
the edge of the pool, drying in the sun.  The splashing had aroused Jake,
who yawned and straightened up, then sat forward, one hand shading his
eyes.

"That you, Uncle Tim?" he asked, his voice husky with sleep.

"Yup," Tim answered, standing and beginning to walk toward the lounges.
"Thought I'd bring some beers out for you and take a dip myself.  Too
beautiful a day to spend indoors."

"If you're going to spend, you want to do it outside if you can, right?"
Jake answered, standing up.  He yawned again and stretched, his body a
golden-hazed arc in the light.

"That's right," Tim laughed.  "Although, I think I'm spent down to zero at
the moment.  Joe took care of that."

Jake laughed with him for a moment, then took a running start and launched
himself into the water.  He surfaced near the middle of the pool, and swam
underwater for a few minutes, slicing through the depths like a dolphin,
before returning to the shallow end and walking out.  Tim stood watching
him, hands on his hips, enjoying the long, graceful sweep of the young
man's body and the way he strode up the steps like some mythic river god.
As he emerged the water sparkled in his fur, making it shine even brighter
in the sunlight, and a few stray drops hung in his pubes like scattered
diamonds on gold fleece.  Tim sighed, half in envy and half in
appreciation, and his cock began to plump up.

"Hey," Jake laughed, reaching out.  "I thought you said Joe spent you down
to zero? That doesn't look much like zero to me."

"Hell, when the wallet's empty I can still window shop, can't I?" Tim said,
stepping forward.  "And you can still handle the goods on display.  We can
both shop, but I suspect your account has a quicker recharge time than
mine." He leaned slightly toward Jake, his cock jutting forward over the
large, low hanging balls.

"I think I'm pretty sure of the quality of the goods," Jake said, reaching
out, "but it's always wise to double check, isn't it.  Just to make sure
there hasn't been any substitution?" He cupped the sac in his palm, hefting
the heavy balls, before wrapping his hand around Tim's swelling dick and
sliding the skin experimentally up and down a couple of times.  "Nope,
doesn't seem like there's been a substitute slipped in here, no cheap
replacement parts," he said, letting the organ drop and running the back of
his hand up Tim's torso.

"Original equipment," Tim said with a soft moan, "only slightly used."

"Hm," Jake said, walking around Tim slowly.  "I don't think the tires need
kicking, but I wonder if all the locks work? How's the trunk?" He slid his
hand down Tim's butt, letting a finger dip into the furry crack and tickle
the little brown bud.  Tim's ass cheeks flexed hard and his hole tightened.
"Feels pretty solid to me," Jake said, laughing.  "No chance it'll pop open
on the road."

"No, not by itself," Tim said, moaning again.  "But if you happened to have
the key . . ." He let his voice trail off.

"I think I just might," Jake said, kneeling behind Tim and taking hold of
his hips.  He leaned forward, sniffed experimentally, and then pressed his
lips to Tim's crack, opening his mouth slightly and letting his tongue
begin a slow, steady assault on the tight muscles and dark fur.

Jake lapped at the tight bud, tickling it first with the tip of his tongue,
then switching longer strokes with his tongue flat against the skin,
slicking the hair and sliding it away from the brown bud.  As he worked, he
pressed his face harder against Tim's ass, burying his nose in the crack
and inhaling the masculine scent as he licked and stroked.  His chin,
bristly with a day's growth, worked along the back of Tim's ball sac,
sanding it slightly as he moved his tongue around.  Tim bent forward
slowly, exposing more of his crack to the sunlight as Jake burrowed deeper
into the fur, and braced himself on his thighs as Jake's tongue worked more
insistently to slick and loosen his hole.  After a few minutes, he was
moaning steadily, the rumble of his voice vibrating in his ass bud.  Jake
pulled back and looked over his handiwork.

"I think you're about ready to open for business," he said, giving Tim a
light smack on the ass.  "Time for me to put the key in the lock and roll
up that security gate."

"You're the boss," Tim said, straightening up and moving toward a lounge.
"Just make sure you put some oil on that lock – it tends to stick
sometimes."

Jake looked around, spotted the suntan lotion, and grabbed the bottle.
"This'll do?" he asked with a grin.

Tim lay down on the lounge and pulled his feet up.  Looking between his
knees, he nodded his approval.  "Oh, yeah.  I've used that particular lock
oil before, and it's pretty effective."  He chuckled.  "Especially if it's
applied before you insert the key."

Jake popped the cap on the lotion and poured a generous amount on his
finger tips as he knelt on the lounge.  Setting the bottle aside, he began
to spread the lotion on Tim's ass hole, massaging and probing at the small
brown muscle until it began to loosen, then slowly inserting a finger tip
and beginning to massage it from the inside.  Tim's eyes rolled back in his
head and he groaned.

"Jeez, guy," he managed to say.  "Work it open and get that key in."

"Workin' on it, Uncle Tim," Jake said, pressing a second finger in
alongside the first.  He poured another dab of lotion on his fingers and
worked the hole for a few seconds before pressing the third finger inside.
He could feel Tim's muscle relaxing, turning pliant and welcoming under the
pressure of his hand.  He pulled his fingers out and reached for the bottle
again, this time swirling it slowly the length of his throbbing cock,
before setting the bottle aside and leaning forward.

"Here it comes, man," he said, setting his cock tip at the center of the
muscular whorl.  He pressed lightly, then more firmly, and gradually the
ring widened as he pushed forward, sliding his thick length deep into Tim's
gut.  "Oh, yeah.  You are so fuckin' tight," he moaned.  He pressed forward
again, until his pubes were cushioning Tim's heavy balls and he felt the
sphincter tighten around his root.  "Oh, fuck," he said, pausing.  "Tight
and hot.  Perfect."

Tim spread his knees and lifted his feet, setting them on the arms of the
lounge.  "Don't spend so much time talking," he said.  "You got the tab in
the right slot, now move it and make some magic."  He reached up and
tweaked Jake's nipple, causing Jake to buck into him.  "Uh huh," he said,
smirking.  "Just what I thought.  Crossed wire in the fuse box."

Jake paused another moment and then began to fuck slowly, his hips smooth
and powerful as they began to bounce against Tim's beefy buttcheeks.  He
reached down and began to stroke Tim's piece, his fist still greasy with
lotion.  Tim responded by hardening still more, his cock rising and
beginning to leak into the slick palm teasing it.  Jake began to pick up
the pace, driving harder and faster into the hot sleeve that gripped his
cock, but keeping his handwork slow and steady on Tim's dick.  He leaned
back slightly and let a stream of spit fall from his lips, dropping onto
the top of his cock and mixing with the suntan lotion to form a creamy
slick around Tim's hole.

As he fucked faster, the sound of his hips slamming against Tim's ass got
louder, a steady slap that resounded across the pool.  He was so focused on
Tim's hole that he didn't hear Joe approaching.  Tim saw his brother walk
up to the lounge and lifted one eyebrow at the drooling horn he was
sporting, but Jake was deep in fuck lust and didn't hear the footsteps.
Joe grinned over Jake's shoulder and reached for the lotion, dribbling a
good-sized squirt onto his fingertips.  He stepped closer to the lounge,
waited a second, then plunged two fingers deep into Jake's ass, jamming
against his prostate and tickling it before pulling back and jamming in
again.

"Sonofabitch," Jake yelled, bucking forward.  "Fuck! Fuck, yeah!" He
quivered on the edge for a moment, then rode over it into white-eyed
spasms, shot after shot of hot cum boiling up his dick and spilling into
Tim's butt as Joe worked fingers in his ass.  As Jake shot, Tim reached
breaking point and began to cum again, his ass clamping down on the root of
Jake's cock.  Shots of cum flew up to land in Jake's chest fur, hanging on
the sandy gold hairs for a moment before splattering onto Tim's belly.

Joe grinned wider, pulled his fingers out, and poured more lotion into his
palm.  Quickly swiping it onto his cock, he stepped forward and slid home
in Jake's butt, took three or four strokes, then reached down to grab
Jake's swinging balls as he, too, began to unload, firing his morning shots
deep into the lanky blond's small, tight ass.

"Motherfuck!" Jake yelled, bucking forward harder, slamming into Tim's ass
and pulling Joe with him.  He stopped moving, his ass squeezing Joe's
erupting dick, and slumped forward, laying a cheek on Tim's chest and
bringing his hands up to hold Tim's shoulders.  Joe grabbed him by the hips
and finished pouring his load up his butt, then straddled the lounge and
sat down still plugged in, leaning against Jake's lower back as he tickled
Tim's nipples gently.

"Hey, hold off," Tim chuckled, squirming under the double weight of the two
exhausted men.  "Enough, already.  You got your rocks off, just relax back
there." He reached up and swiped at Joe's head playfully.  "This old chorus
girl can only take so much lovin' at one time," he said, still chuckling.

From the other lounge, Chad began clapping slowly.  Joe looked over and
smiled.  "Dudes, great show," Chad called.  "Better'n pay-per-view."

"Glad we could entertain you," Jake snarked.

"Yeah, any time," Joe chimed in.  "We appreciate your appreciation."

"When you two finish accepting the compliments of your audience, do you
think you could lift off? One is sweet, two's too heavy," Tim complained.
He batted at Joe's head again, this time less playfully, and tried to edge
higher on the lounge.  Jake got the hint and pulled out, backing onto Joe's
softening cock.  Joe in turn pulled out and swung off the lounge, heading
for the pool.

Jake sat back and wiped the sweat off his forehead.  "Damn, that was hot,"
he said, standing up.  He leaned down to give Tim's nipples a final flick
with his tongue, then followed Joe to the edge of the pool and plunged in.

Tim looked over at Chad.  "You got off earlier, I think?" he asked.  "Jake
sure tasted like cum to me."

"Oh, yeah.  I fed him dessert after brunch," Chad laughed.  "No urgent
needs here."

"Good.  Then I think I'll go in and pull things together for an early
supper.  How does grilled steak sound?"

"Fine by me.  We should probably talk about details before Jake and I leave
tonight, Uncle Tim.  I mean, there's no way I can afford a steak budget
right now.  Visiting's one thing, pulling my weight as a roomie is gonna be
different."

"We'll worry about that later, guy," Tim said, standing up.  "What you and
Joe need to do right now is look at the furniture in your rooms and decide
whether you want to use what's there or move some of your own in, and
when."

"I'll come with you," Chad said.  The two men went toward the house,
leaving Tim and Jake in the pool.

The four were relaxing in the den after supper when Joe brought up the
subject of furniture and schedules.

"I think I want help with boxing up a few things before the movers come,"
he said, looking over at Chad.  "Think you could come by one afternoon this
week and do some packing? It'll be small stuff, mostly, that I don't want
broken, a few things from Grandma, that sort of thing."

"Sure, Uncle Joe," Chad answered.  "I don't have classes Wednesday
afternoon or Friday afternoon."

"Let's make it Wednesday.  The movers are coming Friday morning."

"That's cool.  I can be there by 12:30," Chad said.

"Good.  Jake's welcome, as well," Joe said, smiling at Chad's boyfriend.

"Can't make it then," Jake said sadly.  "Tied to my Chem Lab station on
Wednesday afternoons."

"Well, you won't miss much," Joe reassured him.  "Just high jinks with
boxes and packing tape."

Tim rolled his eyes.  "You're not going to pull that routine about getting
tangled in the packing tape again, are you, bro? That's so old.  You really
need to come up with something more imaginative."

Joe just laughed.  He stood and headed for the bedroom.  "I'm getting
dressed and going back to the condo," he said.  "Anyone wants a quickie,
get it before it's too late." He twitched his taut backside and sauntered
down the hall, chuckling.

"We should get our butts in gear, too," Chad said.  "I've gotta talk to
Dad, and we both have to get ready for school tomorrow."

The two boys were soon packed and out the door, piling into Jake's truck
and rumbling off into the dusk, followed almost immediately by Joe.  Tim
would take his time changing the beds and straightening up the house.

As they drove away, Chad nudged Jake's shoulder.  "How about we go by way
of Locust?" he asked, grinning mischievously.  "Maybe take in Martin's
Point?"

"You just want to spend a few extra minutes necking, dontcha?" Jake said.
He grinned back and signaled for the turn.

"Well, yeah," Chad said sheepishly.  "And that route adds about ten minutes
to the trip, even if we don't stop, right?"

"Right."

"So, how about a little road head to make the drive more pleasant?" Chad
continued, reaching over and stroking the bulge in Jake's shorts.

Jake groaned and humped into Chad's hand.  "You are such a slut.  You'd
make such a perfect husband – all the sex I wanted and more.  I'd never
have to worry about headaches or fights."

"Can't do that," Chad said.  "But I can do this." He popped the button on
the loose boardies and slid the zipper slowly down, tugging the fabric back
to open the view.  He reached in and began to fondle and tickle the rapidly
growing organ and the furry balls below it.  Jake groaned again.

"You're really gonna blow me while I'm driving city streets, arentcha?" he
said.  "Can't you at least wait till I find an out of the way place to
park?"

"Nuh uh," Chad laughed.  "Gonna haul it out right here and distract you a
little." He slipped his fingers beneath the hard cock and pulled it free,
then dragged Jake's balls out for good measure.  Looking around, he slid
down in the seat, then leaned over and went down on Jake, taking the full
length of his cock into his throat on the first stroke.

"Holy fuck!" Jake yelled, shifting down.  "You're gonna make me cum in a
minute if you keep that up."

" 'S what I had in mind," Chad answered cheerfully.  He lowered his head
and took Jake's cock back into his throat, milking it with his tongue as he
swallowed the head.  He tightened his jaw and began bobbing rapidly on the
distended organ, gently squeezing Jake's balls as he worked.  Jake's hips
began to thrust, making the truck jerk on the road, and Chad pulled off
long enough to say, "Hold on, dude, I'm in charge here – you just drive
and enjoy."

"Easy for you to say," Jake muttered, getting the truck back under control.
"You don't have the most talented mouth at Valley J.C. working your dick."

Chad hummed around his mouthful and continued to work on it, alternately
sucking and swallowing until he felt Jake's balls draw up tight in his
hand.  He pulled back long enough to take a deep breath, pressed a finger
against Jake's taint just behind his ball sac, and swallowed the engorged
dick, pressing it as far into his throat as he could and working it with
his lips, tongue and throat muscles until Jake swore and erupted.

"Sonofa . . .  Mutherfu . . . Shit!" Jake yelled, yanking the wheel and
pulling the truck to the curb to idle.  He dropped a hand onto the back of
Chad's head and held it there while the fireworks went off behind his eyes.
Chad could feel the cum shooting down his throat and pulled off long enough
to taste a couple of shots before swallowing back down on it and milking it
dry.  He rolled the tangy cum around in his mouth for a few seconds before
he swallowed, taking it a little at a time.

When Jake's hips had stopped thrusting and his breathing had more or less
returned to normal, Chad lifted his head and smiled up at his boyfriend.
"Feeling better now, lover?" he teased.

"You asshole," Jake grinned.  "Thank god there was a place to park.  We
could have had an accident."

"Then you would have died happy, right?" Chad said, grinning back.  "And I
would have, too."

"I'm gonna take you home and tell your daddy to spank you for being such a
bad boy," Jake said.  He put the truck in gear and pulled back onto the
street.

"Not gonna happen," Chad answered.  "You're gonna take me home and kiss me
hard, and then I'm gonna run up the front steps and break the news to them
that I'm moving out.  You go on home, but call me before you go to bed."

"I call you before I go to bed, I'm gonna be talkin' dirty to you, dude,"
Jake said.  "And I hope your dad walks in on you while you're strokin' off.
Oh, yeah.  That'd be some fun."

"Whatever rows your dinghy," Chad said, sitting up and wiping the corners
of his mouth with the back of his hand.  "Just remember we only have a week
to work through any kinks you may have dreamed up in that filthy
imagination of yours before I'm living at Uncle Tim's.  Kinks'll be the
reality show once I've moved in there."

"Well, you're not there yet.  But you're at Martin's Point."  Jake pulled
the truck into the viewing lot and keyed it off.  Chad leaned down and
licked a final drop off the tip of Jake's cock, and tucked it back into his
shorts, then sat up.  Jake chuckled and zipped up.  The two sat and watched
the lights come on in the valley below.  They were the only vehicle in the
lot, so Chad slid close to Jake and laid his head on the blond's shoulder,
setting a hand on his boyfriend's muscular thigh.  Jake covered Chad's hand
with his own and they sat like that for a half hour before Jake sighed and
shifted.

"Gotta get us home, dude," he said, giving Chad a kiss.  "We've got things
to do." He turned the key and backed the truck out of the lot as Chad sat
up and ran his fingers through his hair.

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