Keeping It In The Family
No problem.
“Are you
busy at the moment?” I asked somewhat unnecessarily.
“Not too,
what’s on your mind?” he replied.
“Why don’t
you come over here and eat my arsehole for a while.”
“Okay, be
right there” he answered obligingly, putting down the knife and wiping his
hands on his jeans
I sat up
straight on the couch and raised my legs in the air just in time for him to
kneel down and grab my feet, positioning himself so that he had a good view and
easy access.
“I’m nice
and clean, maybe a bit sweaty. Why don’t you take a sniff, just in case.”
Smiling, he
leant down and pressed his nose against my pink hole, closing his eyes as he
inhaled deeply.
“How is it?”
I asked, knowing perfectly well that you could eat your dinner off it.
“Just fine”
he answered.
“Maybe have
another sniff, just to make sure” I suggested, knowing how much he loved the
smell of my tight hole and hairy crack.
Sure thing”
he responded happily, pressing his nose even more firmly into my anus and
inhaling as if his life depended on it.
“Just the
way I like it” he reported when he finally came up for air.
“Is this a
private party, or can anyone join?” An unfamiliar voice from the door jerked me
out of my rimming reverie. Looking up I saw an almost-replica of Chad standing
there with a bemused look on his face. Chad, raising his head from my nether
regions as if nothing was going on, looked over and smiled.
“Hi Tom,
this is Dominic, Dominic, this is Tom, my brother.” And with that he lowered
his face back between my butt cheeks and continued eating.
“Pleased to
meet you Dominic, don’t get up.” He laughed, clearly enjoying the situation and
went over to the counter to pour himself a glass of wine.
He was as
handsome as his brother, maybe a few years older and a bit heavier, with a well-trimmed
beard and moustache to help with the sibling differentiation; Chad was
clean-shaven. He seemed to be enjoying the show and I decided not to run
screaming from the room, particularly after I noticed him adjust whatever it was,
he had in his jeans as if it was causing him some discomfort.
“Would you
like help with dinner, or anything else?” he asked helpfully.
Chad’s face
reappeared, covered in saliva and beaming from ear to ear.
“Maybe you
could entertain our guest while I get back to the cooking” he suggested, wiping
his mouth with the back of his hand and getting to his feet.
“Sure
thing!” Tom said, coming from behind the counter and taking off his shirt to
reveal an attractively fleshy and hairy body, his belly slightly overhanging
his jeans. “Anything to help.”
As Chad made
his way back to the kitchen, adjusting his stiff cock in his pants as he went,
Tom kicked off his boots and shucked down his jeans, stepping out of them
before coming across to the couch. He was wearing an old stained pair of
y-fronts which he kept on, and I wondered if Chad had told him of my
predilection for such things.
Instead of
standing directly over me as I remained seated, he moved around to the back of
the couch, positioning that luscious package behind my head, forcing me to turn
around and kneel on the cushions, my jock-strapped bum facing the kitchen and
giving Chad a ringside view of the proceedings.
“I worked
these up for you” he said, rubbing the soiled pouch and answering my unspoken
question. I mumbled my thanks as he pressed my face into his fragrant package,
my hands working their way inside to fondle his furry balls. I gently brought
them out through the leg hole and drew back in order to admire them more
closely. They were like two large ripe plums, covered in soft fur, hanging
heavily just waiting to be taken into my mouth.
“If you
don’t mind, I’d quite like to suck on your balls for a while” I asked politely,
before burying my nose in his ball-sack, the smell of sweat and spunk engulfing
me. I took the lowest hanging fruit into my mouth and gently tugged on it
as I sucked and licked and gauged just how hard I could go.
“Mmmmmm” was
the welcome response, so I pulled a bit harder, taking the other one in my hand
and pulling on that too. “MMMMMMMMMMMM” a bit louder still. I could feel
his hard shaft against my forehead and needed to have it between my lips sooner
rather than later.
Releasing
his ball from my mouth I tugged on his undies and pulled them down just enough
to allow his stiff prick to spring out, dripping a long silvery thread of
precum which took me no time at all to deal with.
He laughed
as I tongued his piss slit, reveling in its salty, spermy taste, his foreskin
pulled back to expose the tip of his swollen knob. His shaft slipped into my
mouth without further ado, and I pulled hard on his hairy scrotum as I buried
my nose in his bush, coaxing ever more juice from his leaking cock.
I was so
fully engaged in sucking on his fleshy pole that I lost track of his brother’s
movements until I felt a hard shaft slide up and down my exposed crack. Clearly
the two of them had a well-worn routine with dinner guests, and I was delighted
to be on the receiving end.
He began working
it into my smooth hole, gentle but insistent, working its way in slowly until I
could feel its full length in my passage, pushing as far as it could go until a
spasm shot through me as it found that special spot deep inside. Then he
withdrew a bit before pushing in again harder but just as deep, another
gasp.
Tom’s cock
was still bush-deep in my mouth, his hands on my head refusing to let me stop
while my ass was being invaded. I could feel and taste a regular flow of juice
leaking from his cock, and I forced myself to concentrate on his pleasure as
much as my own. No easy thing as Chad withdrew his cock completely this time,
then buried it back in me with one sudden almost violent thrust.
Maybe it was
the position I was in (classic doggy style) but I couldn’t recall Chad’s cock
reaching quite so far inside me before, nor could I remember feeling quite so
stretched by it. Not that I was complaining. If my hard cock hadn’t still been
constrained by the filthy jockstrap, there is no doubt would have cum all over
the cushions by now.
And then:
“Dinner’s
ready guys, you’ll have to finish that later,” Chad’s unmistakable voice, from
the kitchen called out.
Wait, how
could that be?
Todd slipped
his leaking shaft from my mouth, and I quickly stared over my shoulder to see
if it was possible that I’d misheard his brother’s voice, but I hadn’t. The person
fucking me was probably in his late forties and undeniably related to my two
horny brothers: an uncle perhaps?
“Dominic, I
don’t think you’ve been formally introduced to our father, Evan.” Todd was
quite matter of fact about the whole thing, while Chad was grinning from
ear-to-ear and highly amused behind the counter.
“Good to
meet you Dominic,” Evan said, withdrawing his cock from my ass with a loud
squelching noise before slapping me, pleasantly hard, on my right buttock. “Chad
has told me so much about you, I was very eager to meet you in person.”
Somewhat
taken aback I stood up and, believe it or not, shook his hand as if we’d just
met at a business function. He was firmly built, as hairy as his two sons and
with a smiling slightly wrinkled face that made me want to kiss him, which I
did. I also grabbed his cock, which remained defiantly stiff and seemed to take
up half the room.
“Pleased to
meet you Evan” I returned, rubbing my abused ass for theatrical effect.
“Would you
like me to kiss and make it better?” he asked, only half joking. I was sorely
tempted, but Chad intervened and called us across to the dining table. Nobody
seemed interested in getting dressed, and Chad had stripped down to his own
pair of piss-stained undies, which is how we all sat down and ate the delicious
meal he’d prepared.
As for
dessert…….
