Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional, based on a fantasy. It involves the characters of the TV series The Waltons. I have absolutely no affiliation whatsoever with the series or the people involved in the making of it. It is in no way endorsed by the production company Lorimar, that created and the TV series which owns the TV series and its trademarks, nor is it endorsed by the shows creator Earl Hamner
This story also contains graphic descriptions of incest and consensual sexual acts involving men and boys. If you are under 18, or are offended by this sort of material, please stop reading immediately. Otherwise, sit back, strap yourself in, read on and enjoy the ride!
A Walton Birthday By PH
John Walton was the proud father of 7 children. He was especially proud of his four fine sons. They could always please their dad, and give him whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
The boys were Jim-Bob, he was the youngest, then Ben, Jason and the oldest John-Boy. John-Boy was the writer in the family. He would write about all the adventures in the Walton household.
Jason was the musical one. He loved music of all kinds. He never failed to make sweet music for John.
Jim-Bob was the handyman. What an excellent handyman he was, too. He could work his magic with any tool.
Last but by no means least, Ben. He was John's favourite. He was older than Jim-Bob, but was the smallest of all the boys. Despite being short, he made up for it in other ways. He had spectacular thick, shiny, silky red hair that most men would kill for. But, that wasn't his only great quality.
All four of them were very good-looking boys, and made John a very happy man. He could always rely on his sons for love and comfort. And a bit of fun, now and again. They all lived together with John and his father, while the girls went to stay with their sick mother.
"Mornin' Grandpa" John-Boy said, getting up from the breakfast table as the old man walked in. Zebulon couldn't help noticing the boy's hard-on, and grinned. "Do you ever think of anything else, kid?" He said, looking at the bulge in John-Boy's pants. "Of course not" John-Boy said laughing. "Besides, don't you know what day it is?" he continued.
"Ah yes, the birthday boy!" Grandpa said. He walked around the breakfast table, over to Ben. The young man was taken by surprise, by his Grandpa coming up behind him. Zebulon grabbed Ben by the hair, pulling his head back. The old man crouched over Ben, ramming his tongue deep into the boy's throat.
"GRANDPA!" they all cried. "C'mon Pa, you know the tradition. Not until he asks for it". John finally said. "I know, I know!" Grandpa sighed, straightening up. He still had Ben by his hair. "I'm just a little excited", he said, releasing his hold on the boy. "We all are! Jason said, sitting beside Ben "It's not everyday a Walton celebrates his birthday" he stated as he wrapped his arm around the young man.
Indeed, today was Ben's 16th birthday. A very special day for all the family. Particularly for John, he always looked forward to all his son's birthdays. It was the one day in the year that the birthday boy called all the shots. The one day that he could make his brothers, daddy and grandpa do whatever he wanted them to do.
Later that evening the Walton men got busy, getting ready for the party. The anticipation was almost too much. Everyone was becoming restless. They waited for the call. Every minute felt like an hour. Finally, there was a knock on John's bedroom door. "Daddy" Jim-Bob said standing in the doorway. "Ben's ready!"
Ben was standing in the middle of the room. "Jim-Bob says you're ready" John said looking admiringly at his son. He looked glorious in his nakedness. He had a great build, strong arms and a slim waist. His red hair shone with all its strength, falling down seductively over his forehead. And his cock, 8" of magnificence. It was fully erect. It stood straight, like a soldier standing to attention awaiting orders.
"Yes daddy, I'm ready!" Ben said. "I'm ready to show you the man your third born son has grown into!
The room erupted into cheers and whistles and claps, as the others looked on. The moment they all had waited for had almost arrived. "Tell us what you want us to do, son" John said looking into his son's handsome face. "I want to be fucked, sucked and fisted by everyone in this room, in every room in this house". Ben said. "I want everyone to do to me whatever they want". The room erupted again in cheers that were even louder than before. John hugged his son as his eyes welled up.
LET THE CELEBRATIONS BEGIN!
The Walton guys surrounded Ben. Each one working a different part of the young man's body, and swapping places. Hands and tongues moved up and down his body, as he lay on his bed.
Pretty soon the hard action would start. Each one would take turns fucking and sucking Ben, as were his orders. Grandpa first. As the older man got into position on the bed behind Ben, who was on his hands and knees, the boy looked behind him. "You sure you're up to it old man?" Ben said jokingly. "Quit your sarcasm young 'un, I thought your pa everything he knows, right son?" Zebulon looked over at John, no wonder he couldn't answer. John was on his hands and knees on the floor, violently rocking back and forth, as his two eldest sons fucked him at both ends. John-Boy was choking his daddy with his cock, while Jason shot load after load into the man's ass.
As Grandpa took hold of Ben, Jim-Bob knelt in front of his brother, taking Ben's head in his hands and sliding his cock deep into the boy's throat.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh" Jim-Bob groaned, and threw his head back as his older brother sucked and swallowed everything the boy had to give.
Grandpa was panting and shaking wildly as he forced himself inside Ben. "You could always make an old man feel young again, boy!" he said before finally completely burying his cock in Ben's ass and cumming, letting out a loud sigh.
Slowly, Grandpa and Jim-Bob released Ben. "You're turn, Daddy!" Ben said looking at John. The two boys, who had been working John, were now on their hands and knees facing the bed. They wanted to watch as father fucked son. Behind them, were Grandpa and Jim-Bob, ready to violate the welcoming asses before them.
John couldn't wait any longer. He quickly assumed the position and started pushing. "Yeah!" Ben said quietly. "Fuck my birthday ass!" As John moved inside his beautiful son, Grandpa and Jim-Bob rode their boys like horses. Zebulon had John-Boy with both hands by the hair, giving the young man his all.
John eventually finished and started to cum inside Ben. He pulled out his cock, then without warning, POW!! John had slammed his fist into the young man's ass. Ben screamed as the pain ripped through his body. But this was a different kind of pain. Ben loved it, and wanted more.
No wonder Ben was John's favourite. He was so strong, he enjoyed everything and he had an insatiable appetite for sex.
The fucking, sucking and fisting went on for many hours, as the Waltons celebrated well into the night.
The men carried Ben from room to room, as the party progressed. They fucked, sucked and fisted the beautiful boy on beds, on tables, on chairs, on floors, against walls and even in mid air as they took turns holding him, while each one got what they wanted.
Ben screamed through the ecstasy, loving every minute. Hour after hour, cocks and fists pounded his birthday ass, while mouth after mouth sucked his cock dry.
Even as trickles of blood exited Ben's ass, he still couldn't stop. He wanted more and more. He never wanted this day to end. His family adored him and wanted this to be his best birthday ever.
The men were exhausted. They were back in Ben's room. It had been an incredible day for all concerned. Ben was covered in sweat, cum, blood and tears, as he cried with happiness. John-Boy was already taking writing in his journal.
Eventually, one by one they retired to bed. They had given Ben the best day of his life. Ben thanked each of them for a wonderful day.
John was the last to leave. "I love you very much, son. You made me very proud" he said, putting a hand on Ben's soft hair. "Thank you, for everything". Ben said. The two men hugged and John left.
"I can't wait for the next birthday" Jim-Bob said. "You'll just have to, now, goodnight, Jim-Bob" his father said "Goodnight, dad" the boy answered.
"Goodnight, birthday boy!" they all said in unison to Ben. The boy lay in bed barely able to speak with exhaustion. After a moment he spoke. "Goodnight!"
THE END
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