*Standard disclaimers apply. This story and its characters are fictional (although loosely based on some role playing with a hot Dad from my past.) It is sexual in nature, with an incestuous and kinky theme. If this is offensive to you, please do not read further. If you are under legal age to read this material or you live in an area where this is illegal, please do not read further. All characters are of consenting legal age.
If you are uninitiated, read Chapters 1 & 2. Comments/feedback are appreciated - RedRt@hotmail.com
LESSONS FROM MY FISTING DAD : Chapter 3 by RedRt@hotmail.com
Six months later...
My birthday passed over the summer right after finishing high school. I am now a young man at 18 years. I had the summer off, doing a few odd jobs before starting out at the community college. I still live with Dad. He spoils me in more ways than I can describe.
My Dad and I had gotten closer over the last year. The connection was stronger between us. Dad and Son. Father and Child. Man and Boy. Teacher and Student. The fisting that my Dad had taught me months ago has created this inseparable bond between us. We had many experiences over the last several months, all intimate, close, sharing. My Dad taught me the finer points of love between men. Both vanilla sex and kink. I preferred the latter. Like Father, like Son.
Dad and I would walk around nude in the house, now that we are intimate in more ways than any other paternal relationship. We were completely at ease with each other this way and it only seemed natural now that our relationship had been forged. It was great! And of course, I'd always be clean (read chapter 2, to get my drift). Sometimes we would watch TV at night, both of us seated side by side on the leather couch, with one of my legs straddled over his. Dad would finger my ass with one hand while he had his beer with the other. Sometimes he would get me so horny, my hole would open up so much that he could get four fingers inside without any problems. But we wouldn't launch into full play. It would just go like this for over an hour or so. He would put in two fingers, or one, or three. Then four. He'd alternate like this while we watched some mindless program. Sometimes it was just one finger and he would tease my upper asswalls, teasing the prostate as I squirmed on the sofa. And we'd just be like that, channel surfing and finger fucking. It was like he was brushing his hand over my hair or something; the fingering and assplay was like a casual, loving gesture.
But for me, it was more erotic, of course.
Sometimes we'd be watching a fisting DVD as Dad had built up an extensive collection. Dad had so many so we'd cue up our favorite scenes from one disc to another to enjoy. We'd sit on the couch and have our favorite scene playing with Dad fingering my Boy hole while I slowly jerked his hot, thick cock. "Boy change the disc!", Dad would command. So I'd jump off the couch, find another DVD and insert it into the player and cue another favorite hot scene. I'd be doing this on my fours, kneeling in front of the entertainment set, my ass pointing towards Dad. While I'd be playing with the remote, Dad would be playing with my Boy pussy, inserting his thick index finger, in and out, finger fucking it furiously, lubing up my hole. One finger would graduate to two, then three, then four. I'd kneel there idly, trying to find the right hot chapter on the disc as my Dad massaged my hole. I almost wouldn't want to get back on the couch as it felt so good just like this! "Get your ass back here!", Dad would yell back and of course, I'd oblige. And then the ass-teasing would continue while I jerked his hot, thick cock.
Sometimes I'd just be helping out around the house as I got stuck with the chores since Dad explained he was "the Man of the House". Dad would surprise me constantly. I would be washing dishes and Dad would walk unannounced behind me, kneel on the floor, part my Boy ass and start rimming my asshole! He would do this for about five minutes then stop and start to finger me with his lubed fingers. He would tease me with just a few fingers, in and out, in and out, stretching my Boy hole. It would drive me crazy! "Continue washing those dirty dishes, Boy!" Dad would command. Of course I would obey, although my legs would start to spread wider with my ass pushing back against my Dad's hand. And then as suddenly as he had started, he would stop and walk away, laughing a little. This would drive me crazy! My Dad was such a fucking tease!
Other times I would be taking a leak before going to bed and Dad would suddenly be fingering me (his fingers already lubed, as usual). Of course I would start spraying all over the porcelain as my dick would get instantly hard! "Dad - MAN!" I would complain, "Can't a guy take a leak here without interruption!" Of course I wasn't protesting too hard. Dad would use both hands and spread my asshole wide, four fingers on the left, an equal number on the right. Then he'd insert his dick for a few, slow strokes and fuck me slowly. Then he'd suddenly stop, walk over to the sink and wash up, check out his face in the mirror and without even looking at me, he'd say, "Don't forget to wipe up, Boy...and brush your teeth!" Then he'd just walk out and wait for me in bed. And of course then we would continue, as this was all part of his tease, his game, his seduction with his Boy.
Sometimes I would surprise Dad. He may be sitting, reading some sports magazine on his big, leather club chair in the bedroom, smoking a cigar. He would have one leg straddled on the arm of the chair and he tends to sit low, so his ass is almost hanging off the chair. I love to see my Dad like this, just taking it easy, enjoying his smoke. Sometimes he wouldn't even notice I was in the room. He was so caught up reading and enjoying his smoke. I loved looking at him like this. His big hairy body reclined and relaxed, legs with the thick, muscled, hairy thighs spread. His thick Dad dick, limp but still impressive just hanging loose, surrounded by his large balls. I would just soak it in. I was so proud to have this hot Dad! Woof! What a fucking sexy man! I would approach him, push the ottoman away from his legs and sit on the floor facing that hot Dad ass, and start sucking his massive Dad dick. He wouldn't even budge. His dick would respond by getting hard instantly and after a few minutes of me going up and down on his dick. His body would slide down the leather seat a bit more, his one propped leg adjusted further. I would then take this as a sign. I would lick the base of his Dad dick, slide my very wet tongue around his massive balls (which he didn't shave, so it was covered with thick, curly black hairs). He would barely acknowledge my prescience. I may hear a slight moan, but it would be very light. He wouldn't even acknowledge me. And then he'd turn the page of his sports magazine and blow out some smoke as if I wasn't there. But I knew this was part of his game with me. At this point I'd be down on his asshole, and what an asshole it is. Like his balls, it is unshaved (unlike his chest, which is neatly trimmed, which I think is so fucking Dad-HOT). His ass is surrounded by a handsome bush of black, thick, curly hairs. I would lather up my saliva and get all the asshairs slick and wet then tease his Dad hole. My Dad is exclusively a top so he's never been fucked, fingered, fisted (at least, from what I know...) He loves being a top. He's got nothing against bottoming; he's just never had any pleasure zones "in that area," as he once explained. So his hole was tight. But that didn't mean that Dad did not love the attention of my tongue on his manhole. I would run my tongue around it for minutes, getting his hole all teased up and anticipating me to kiss it. Dad would turn a page, exhaling. His hole would pucker and then I would start kissing it very lightly, just teasing it, almost like whispering with his ass, having a silent conversation, smelling the musky Dad taste of his hole. My kisses would get heavier, wetter, sloppier, my tongue running all over his hole, around it, trying to fuck it's tight knot. I would concentrate on the top of his hole and just flick my tongue gently at first, then rapidly for a minute or so, then gently again. Then I would circle to the lower half of his Dad hole and repeat the process. He'd turn a page as if I were invisible and exhale again. I would pucker up my lips, wet them with my saliva and then kiss my Dad's hole, as if it were lips kissing me back, with the tip of my tongue darting in and out, jabbing at the center of his hole. Then suddenly Dad would just throw the magazine over his side, crush out his cigar, push me away, stand up with his massive hard on and walk away. What a fucking tease!
One of my favorite things would be when I would wake up to feeling my Dad's lubed-up dick sliding into me very gently in the morning. This was his way of "waking" me up! I would be asleep beside him, on my side, with my ass to him. And slowly I would feel his thick, Dad dick enter me. He would do it gradually, first just the head, then he would leave it in there for a minute until he could sense my awareness of him as I would slowly wake. Then he would S L O W L Y push his cock, inch by inch, slowly, slowly, slowly until it was all in my horny Boy cunt. Of course at this point I would be awake with a massive boner! And then with his free hand, he would jerk me off while he inserted two fingers in my hole to get me wider! What a way to greet the day!
Dad knew how to give his Boy's ass all the right attention. He would tease it, love it, drive it crazy. It just made his Boy hungry for his Dad's attention. When I was at my part-time job, I would get distracted replaying our assplay scenes in my head over and over like one of my favorite fisting videos from my Dad's collection. I could't wait to get out of work to get home to be there for my Dad! I was getting addicted to my Dad's assplay. I couldn't get enough of it.
At this stage, I was a fully trained boy. I had not seen Dad in about four days as he had a long truck gig this week. He was expected back home later in the afternoon. I was off from my part-time job today and thought I would get myself ready for Dad, as I knew he would be super horny for his willing Boy after those long, lonely days on the road. My hole got a working with the shower shot. All that warm water going in and out of my hungry boy hole made so horny for my Dad! I couldn't wait for him to get home! I would fuck myself with the metal phallus with the warm water spraying in my ass repeatedly, taking hits of poppers, getting me all dizzy with anticipation, as my hole eased up, widening with every cleansing. Even after I was all cleaned out, I would just continue as the sensation was relaxing and also getting my adrenalin worked up! I was hard most of the entire time in anticipation! About two hours later, I was completely cleaned out. I dried myself, got into Dad's room and put on a red jockstrap that Dad had bought for me from one of his gigs in Palm Springs, California. (Dad teased that he'd like to take me there one day "to show off his Boy." I didn't really know what he meant by that ... but would one day. But that's another lesson and story...)
I went through my Dad's closet and pulled out the folded playsheet. This was something Dad bought once he and I started playing regularly after the initial lessons. I loved playing on this sheet. It was about the size of a queen flat sheet, except it was black and vinyl. With all the kinds of lube that Dad had introduced into our play scene (Eros, Crisco and this slippery substance that you mix with water - J-Lube - my favorite) the vinyl sheet would get so slick, slippery and wet. It made playing with my Dad much more fun, with my ass sliding around with his paw thrusting in and out of my Boy cunt. We would get all piggy and shit, just a hot Dad and his Son enjoying each other.
I unfolded the playsheet in the living room over the large, leather sofa. It was large enough that I was able to spread it onto the floor in front of the sofa also. Across from the couch is a solid wall of mirrors. I wanted to be ready for my Dad when he walked in. So I got all the lube ready, a fresh bottle of poppers and the vitamin jar we used for them, various sized dildos and some hot fisting DVDs. I put one of the videos on the player, DUNGEON FIST PARTY. I love this dvd! So many hot Dads playing with each other; all hot, masculine men. One of them - this hot top - reminded me of my Dad: tall, muscular and bulky, with a short cropped beard and moustache, salt & pepper hair and a buzzed cut on his chest and abdomen so that all the hair was of the same length on his torso-just like my Dad's! I LOVE this most on my Dad! I think it makes him look so hot. I would fall asleep on his chest many nights just brushing my cheek on the short, trimmed, soft chest hair. The Dad on the TV was also hung like my Dad - about 9.5' THICK. Whenever Dad was away on of his long truck gigs, I would get a lot of use of this dvd and fantasize of my Dad in the hot scenes.
I lubed up of my favorite toys: it's about the same length of my Dad's cock, except maybe a bit thicker and it's solid black rubber. It would get me all open and wide, ready for Dad's attention. I lubed up my clean Boy cunt, spreading the J-Lube all over and inside the walls of my hungry hole. I fingered myself, spreading the lube, two fingers graduating to three, then four. I grabbed the dildo and let it sit erect on the seat of the vinyl covered couch. And then I grabbed a hit of the vitamin jar/poppers and did a slow, long hit. Ahh....that felt good. I sat on the dildo, legs spread, lowering my hungry, open hole to the head. It went in without any hesitation. I slowly sat down, using my hands on the side of the couch to balance my weight onto the dildo. Oh man, this is rich, I thought to myself. I took a deep breath, exhaling very slowly as Dad had taught me, and sat down completely on the black phallus. Wow. I looked like I was sporting an extra set of black, huge balls from the reflection on the wall of mirrors across from me as the black balls from the dildo were the only thing visible. I smiled at my reflection. I started to bob up and down on the thick toy while looking at the mirror, taking long, extra hit of the poppers jar, enjoying the show I was giving to myself. And on the TV screen the hot Dad that looked my hotter Dad was fisting some shaved-head Dad on a sling.
Man!!!
"BOY!!!!"
Dad yelled at me, entering the living room.
Oh shit, caught again! "Welcome back Dad," I smiled, sinking my weight as I dropped on the massive toy between my legs.
"WHATDAFUCK is your son doing!?" a voice growled, behind my Dad. Behind my Dad's large frame, another body appeared, not as tall, not as husky but equally hot. He was about 5'9" in height, a little older than my Dad from what I could gather. He wore a neatly trimmed salt & pepper handlebar moustache that framed his very squared jawline. The moustache was like something from one my Dad's older porno tapes from the 70s. His head was shaved. From what he lacked in height, his body made up for. He was probably close to 200lbs, but not overweight, just big and hefty. A man. He wore a white t-shirt just like my dad, tight against his chest showing off his nipples the size of a 50 cent coin. He wore faded jeans, tight against thick thighs with tall, black boots with the top of the laces undone. "Hey Boy," the man said, one hand squeezing his growing bulge, "say hello to your Uncle."
It was Uncle Tony. I hadn't seen him in years, maybe since I was 15? I remember when I started hitting puberty at 13 that I started to notice Uncle Tony in a different light. Uncle Tony is five years older than my Dad. Although not as tall as my Dad, Uncle Tony was equally hot. He didn't have a beard like my Dad, but he did sport that thick, trimmed, handlebar moustache. Then it wasn't sprouting any grey hairs. I think it went with his job, the whole look, the appearance, the aesthetic of being a cop. I have fond memories of him as a young boy. He would visit often when he lived in the same city as our family. He and Dad were close, the only kids from their family. They spent a lot of time together without the wives (when everyone was married then). Sometimes they'd invite me along and I would ride in the back seat while my Dad and Uncle Tony would be driving in the front seats. I would catch Uncle Tony giving me a wink from the rear view mirror and I'd smile secretly back at him, squirming in my seat. I remember he would come over for dinner sometimes, still in his cop uniform. The dark blue pants would be very tight, showing off his hot ass, the impressive bulge, the pant legs tucked in under the calf-high black boots. He would get more comfortable while having a beer with my Dad. Uncle Tony would unbutton his uniform shirt almost down to the navel, exposing his hairy salt & pepper chest hair that would be peaking out of his tight, muscle tank top under his shirt. His short sleeves would be rolled over a few folds, the cuffs taught against his massive biceps. On his left arm he had a strange set of tattoos-a very cool design that was kinda tribal, but not: thick parallel bars and lines equidistant from each other and set from the wrist almost to the elbow. And I loved his voice: very gruff, but not mean. It was hard around the edges, yet he was well spoken. When he told his engrossing stories, he would command my attention. It was a very masculine voice. It didn't hurt that it was coming out of a cop's uniform either.
But then Uncle Tony, like my Dad, got divorced (no kids) and moved to another city a few hours away. So we saw him infrequently and with Dad's trucking gig, even less so over the next few years.
"WILL YOU LOOK AT YOU!" Uncle Tony shouted. Again that voice... "Boy have you GROWN!" He looked at me, up and down, and when his eyes rested in between my legs I could have sworn I saw the bulge in his crotch get larger. He squeezed the increasing mound in his jeans with his left hand and rested it there, massaging the growing tool. With his free hand, he reached over to my Dad, grabbed him by the shoulder and leaned over to him, whispering into his ear, "Man, you have raised one FINE son there!" I couldn't help overhearing that. My dick was swelling, I could feel precum leaking out and I looked at my crotch, the threads of the red jock, a visible darker stain, growing slowly in size. My dad just grinned silently, proud and smiling at me.
Taken by surprise, I couldn't help but just sink onto the dildo in between my legs. My balls plopped against the larger, rubber black balls which was the only thing you could see as the rest of the toy was buried deep inside me.
"Uncle Tony," I tried to talk, "I'm...uh...so glad...to see you!" I was trying to keep my balance (and my cool!) and stand up at the same time. Somehow I managed to get up from the couch without slipping (the J lube was everywhere on the playsheet), got on my feet and approached my Dad and Uncle Tony who were now standing in front of me. "Dad, it's so great to have you home," I said sincerely, with deep affection as I had really missed him (and not just his hands!). Behind us, moans were emitting from the TV monitor as some hot Dad's arm was disappearing into another hot Dad's huge hole. My dick started to swell again, pushing against the jock strap.
"Boy," Dad approached me, "I have missed you more than you know..." Dad leaned into me and with his left arm around my neck and shoulders, drew me closer to his body and planted a long, slow, kiss onto my lips. I could smell him, the sweat, the hard work from the last several days. He had a thin sheet of perspiration on his upper lip, which he licked with his tongue. He was really gentle at first, just smacking my lips with his, then driving his wet tongue on my upper lip, drawing over it with a coating of his warm saliva, then again on my lower lips, the tip of his tongue inserting into my mouth, sliding against my teeth, my tongue. With his other hand, he reached between my legs and grabbed the balls and base of the dildo. "Ahmm..." he tried to talk, between the tongue exchange, "you are doing a great job holding this up on your own."
"Someone has been teaching this Boy properly, huh?" Uncle Tony laughed. He didn't seem startled at all by my appearance, a massive dildo up my ass or that his brother was making out with his son wearing a tented jock strap. Dad and I laughed with him and Uncle Tony decided to take matters into his own hands. He knelt down on the floor, in front of my crotch and gently brushed my Dad's hands away from the dildo, taking command of the base himself. "Boy - you really have grown!" he said with my young man's dick pointing straight at him. Dad leaned over behind me and grabbed the poppers and unscrewed the jar cap and placed it under my nose. "You know what to do," he instructed. I took a hit on both nostrils, then Dad did the same, then passed it onto Uncle Tony.
"Y E A H !!!! " Uncle Tony shouted, startling me.
And then Uncle Tony pulled the dildo slowly out of my ass, letting it almost all the way out. My ass was like a soft pillow, the rubber phallus just sliding gently down, creating waves of pleasure inside of my Boy hole. And then before the head of the dildo was completely out - it was just stretching my asslips so that my lips were extending out forming to the head of the dildo - Uncle Tony would push it back it in, gently, gently...gently until it was all inside with the balls forming a twin to my own. "Boy - you are making your Uncle proud!" he smiled up at me, his face near my swollen cock. With his free hand, he reached onto my pre-cum soaked jock, squeezed my dick several times to feel his nephew, then pulled out my dick from the jock, precum leaking out of the tip, a drop falling on his chin. "It has been such a long time since my last visit. I should have dropped by more often," he smiled. Then with his tongue, Uncle Tony licked the underside of my balls from the bottom up, over and over, slowly, slowly, just lapping it up like a dog drinking water. Meanwhile, he was dropping the dildo slowly towards the floor, letting gravity take effect. And then again, before it was completely out, he would slowly, gently force the thick rubber shaft up his nephew's Boy hole, just teasing the outer lips by stretching it with the thickest part of the dildo-the head-stretching it, moving the head of the dildo side to side, a little clockwise, then in just a bit, then out just a bit also. Then the head would disappear, followed by the greased-up shaft.
"Ohh ... that feels so fucking good," I exclaimed. My head was tilting back, my eyes shut, my mouth opening, my tongue hanging out.
"Yeah, you like your Uncle playing with your Boy cunt," Dad teased, "don't you, huh?" Dad squeezed my left nipples with one hand, pinching it tight and hard with his thumb and index fingers. And then with his tongue, he gently, slowly caressed the underside of my right nipple, running the tongue back and forth, side to side. The contrast of the wonderful pain on my left nipple and the intense softness on the right nipple was driving me crazy! To top this off, the dildo was now going in and out of my hole much faster as Uncle Tony was starting to take command.
I held onto my Dad's waist, one hand lowering onto his crotch, squeezing his hard Daddy bulge under the denim. Dad grabbed the poppers again and offered me the first hit, then he did his, then to Uncle Tony.
Uncle Tony pulled away from my balls now, sat on the floor and grabbed the dildo with both hands. Dad held me tight, giving me some weight for balance. I spread my legs a little wider on the floor, still standing over the vinyl playsheet under us. Uncle Tony pulled the dildo out faster now, again, never letting the head completely out of my Boy cunt, then he would push it back in faster, all the way up to the base! "Y E A H!!!!!" Uncle Tony would look up at me quickly, big, proud smile on his face, then look straight back at my ass as he pulled the toy down again. Back in, back out, back in, back out. Oh man, my hole was feeling rich!
Dad was squeezing and caressing both nipples with his hands, alternating between pain and pleasure from one side to the next. My head was rolling side to side, looking at my hot Dad, looking down at my hot Uncle on the floor, who was looking up at me yelling, "YEAH BOY! TAKE IT-YOU HOT BOY CUNT!!!!"
Then Uncle Tony pulled the dildo straight out - all the way out! And my hole was aching! Not from pain - but aching to have it back inside me!
"Please, Uncle Tony," I whimpered...
"What's that BOY?" he asked, almost commanding...again, that voice.
"Please, Uncle Tony," I looked down at him, my tongue hanging off to one side, "please put it back IN!"
And with a grin on his face Uncle Tony would do as I asked, pushing it in faster, the dildo just sliding in my Boy cunt with ease, no restriction, no pain...just sliding in like silk on velvet. Uncle Tony kept this up for several minutes, I was exhaling and inhaling rapidly, letting my ass contract and expand with every thrust. This was a lesson I remembered: breathe, breathe...My Dad would look between my legs and smile and then give me a quick kiss, raping me with his wet, hot tongue, then pull away and look back as his brother was raping me with the thick dildo.
Then suddenly, Uncle Tony pulled the dildo all the way out and dropped it on the floor, all shiny with my assjuice and J lube mixed together. "Time for a break," Uncle Tony said, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his left arm. It was then that I noticed his tattoo from years before.
"Sit your talented Boy ass on the couch," Uncle Tony commanded. My Dad disappeared into the kitchen while I did sat there legs spread, slowly jerking my dick, moans coming from me and the TV monitor. Uncle Tony was still sitting on the playsheet on the floor and pulled off his tight t-shirt. He tossed it aside, across the room. I admired his hairy chest, just like my Dad's but more greys mixed with the black. Unlike Dad, Uncle Tony didn't trim his chest hair, so it was a nice coating of fur framing his chiseled pecs. He stood up, got closer to me, facing me and undid his leather belt and the top button of his jeans. "Okay, Boy, take off my boots," he kicked his left foot onto the couch, the tip of the boot just brushing against my Boy hole. A drop of J lube from my asshole leaked on the boot tip, making it glisten in a spot. The top of the laces were already untied so it wasn't a hard task, but his boots were tall so there were many threads to loosen. After a minute or so, I had one boot undone. He switched feet. "Now the other one." I did as I was told. He placed the other foot in the same position, this time pushing the tip to my hole, teasing it, pushing against my hole, then pulling back, then with a little pressure, pushing against my asslips again. The tip was getting covered in my assjuice and J lube. He was boot teasing me! I looked up at Uncle Tony silently, drinking him in, checking out his hot Uncle body, his moustache, his thick arms, his impressive bulge.
When I was done with the second boot, he leaned closer.
"Okay Boy, time for a lesson. This is about Respect. This is about Family. This is about giving respect to your family. You get me Boy!?" Again, that voice.
"Yes SIR!" I barked back. Uncle Tony leaned down slightly and with both arms, grabbed the underside of both of my thighs and lifted my legs and spread them wide on the couch so my feet were both on the seat, parallel to my ass. He stood up and thrust his crotch to my face. I knew what to do and slowly unbuttoned his jeans, then pulled them down. Uncle Tony stepped out of his jeans and then tossed that aside also, to the opposite side of the room. Not to my surprise, like me, he was also wearing a jock - except his was black leather with a thick red stripe running down vertically in the middle. The bulge was impressive, the way it stretched the leather and made a thick, black mound. He bent down suddenly and grabbed his boots and put them back on each foot. And then the left foot was kicked onto my crotch again, teasing my hole. "Okay Boy - lace them up!" he commanded again, firmly. I did as I was told. While I was wrestling with the laces and threading them into endless sockets, Uncle Tony was lubing up both hands with J lube. By the time he switched to the other foot, he was leaning down so our eyes were locked on each other. This time he kept the tip of the boot away from my Boy hole. I was trying to finish my task but having hot, handsome Uncle Tony just staring at me inches away was making this very difficult. And then he suddenly had his left index finger on my asslips, just flicking it, teasing it, rubbing it slowly, sliding around the top of my Boy cunt...
"Uhh...." I moaned, caught unaware, head rolling back, holding on to what was left of the boot strings. "Finish your task Boy!" Uncle Tony shouted. I was snapped back into my senses and did as I was told while he continued to finger my hole, which was spreading slowly wider. He leaned over closer and kissed me gently, a little firmer than my Dad, but still soft and loving, contrasting to his firm commands. My legs spread wider.
I was hungry. My hole was hungry.
"I see you've started without me," Dad said, entering the room. He was now undressed, but he also kept his work boots on and was sporting his familiar, pissed-stained jock. I love that jock! I missed the musky smell of it, the dried piss stain and man-scent odor of my Dad's big balls. Dad had some Gatorades in one hand, and a new container of Crisco and poppers on the other. "Okay guys, let's take a break."
"I thought we were taking a break!" I laughed. Uncle Tony and Dad yowled in laughter also. Dad gave us the drinks and sat down to my right; Uncle Tony sat to my left. "Boy -here is another lesson: breaks can also be fun. They are for relaxing but also for getting your cunt open and hungry." My legs were still raised from the floor, now flanking both of the hot older brothers on each side. "Just because it's a break, doesn't mean we can't tease you," Uncle Tony added. We watched the DVD in front of us, making comments every now and then as one hot Dad got into another. "Man, that Dad is fucking HOT!" I would say. While all of this was going on, Dad would be drinking with one hand while his other hand was playing with my ass, just teasing it, getting the lube mixed with his fingers. Uncle Tony looked over and saw what was going on and got in the action. I spread my legs wider as both Dad and Uncle Tony alternated between one finger, two fingers, Uncle Tony, Dad, one finger, Uncle Tony, two fingers, Dad, then both brothers putting one index finger inside of me, double-fingering me. I was in heaven! I stretched over my Dad and placed my drink down on the side table and grabbed the poppers. I took a deep, slow hit, then passed it to my Dad, then to Uncle Tony. I sank down lower on the couch, my lubed ass cheeks sliding on the playsheet so my ass was hanging just over the edge of the couch. I could feel the poppers taking effect and spread my legs wider, grabbing my ankles and lifting my legs and ass in the air.
"Man," I exclaimed, spreading my legs wider, "I LOVE taking breaks!"
Uncle Tony and Dad laughed with me and then they both placed their drinks down on the table also. Then with both of them alternating with their greasy, thick fingers...one finger sliding in, another going around my asslips, slowly inserting a digit into my hungry Boy cunt...I was in double heaven! I relaxed, sank back against the playsheet-covered couch and closed my eyes. I visualized what was going on...another finger going in, while another set of fingers at the same time pinching my asslips, closing in on the finger that was going in, tightening my hole in a gentle way, loosening up on the pinching as the finger got inside, then pinching my asslips again as the finger pulled out. I couldn't tell who was doing what. I didn't care. I just loved how it felt! Both Dad and Uncle Tony were making love with my hole. Getting it all worked up, all hungry for both of them!
I felt Dad lean over to me and started kissing me, his tongue slowly diving into my mouth, it's firmness playing against my tongue, pushing it aside, getting his saliva mixed with mine. While one hand was caressing my hole, his other hand started pinching my right nipple. Hard. Soft. Release. Pinch. Release. Hard. Soft. Meanwhile, Uncle Tony was rubbing my balls with his free hand, cupping the left testicle, then the right, tossing it in his hand, feeling it's weight bounce on his palm. Sometimes Uncle Tony would squeeze really hard! The intensity of it was alarming! But then he'd release the pressure and I'd feel his greasy, lubed palm sliding against by smooth balls. All the while, his other hand's fingers were doing a dance around my asslips while Dad was finger-fucking his Boy's cunt. Then Uncle Tony leaned over and started biting my left nipple! Man - I was getting the full treatment! Uncle Tony would grab my nipple with his upper and lower front teeth, just biting it gently, the teeth just grabbing at the nipple, while the tip of his tongue would flick at the edge of my tit. He did this fast and slow, tongue darting left to right and then the other way around. Dad, at the same time was running his index finger inside my hole, brushing against the top of the asswalls, teasing my prostate, pushing against it, pulling it, pushing in.
"Boy-I can feel your cunt getting all hungry in there," Dad whispered. "You feel THAT? His finger slid in, moving gently counterclockwise as it pushed further in. "That's me loosening you up inside, teasing your hungry pussy...making it want MORE."
"Oh yeah...Dad, give it to me..."
Then both Dad and Uncle Tony pulled away from me. They both stared at my hole while still alternating-while one would slide his finger in, another would be teasing or pulling out. Uncle Tony got off the couch, sat on the playsheet spreading down onto the floor, and positioned himself in front of my spread legs. He reached over to his side for the can of Crisco my Dad brought over earlier. He took a few globs of the grease and spread a coating evenly from one hand to the other, from his fingertips past his wrists. "PUSH IT OUT, BOY!" he yelled, startling me. Dad grabbed both of my nipples and squeezed while I took a deep breath and exhaled. "Oh Y E A H - that is one hungry Boy cunt we got here!", Uncle Tony smiled.
"That's cuz he got proper training..." Dad leaned over and thrust his tongue in my mouth. The he pulled out and gave me a whiff of the poppers.
Uncle Tony inserted two fingers from his left hand, pulling the left edge wall of my hungry hole. Then he did the same with his right hand, pulling my ass apart even further. I could feel the stretch, a little pinch at first. I inhaled a deep breath and took a slow exhale. And then the poppers kicked in and I could feel my body sink a few inches on the couch towards Uncle Tony and his penetrating digits. "Yeah, that's it," Uncle Tony said, "ease into it."
I lay there, completely relaxed. Dad held up my legs, spreading me wider to allow his brother more access. Uncle Tony proceeded playing with my hole, teasing it, stretching it, making it more relaxed, making it learn his fingers, his size, the volume of his hands, his style of playing...making it hungry. We played like this for awhile (I am losing track of time at this point), using a two-handed technique that kept alternating in pattern, rhythm, stroke and pressure. He would jab at the hole with two fingers from one hand and push in slowly as far inside as it could go. Then he'd twirl the fingers inside, rubbing against the inner walls gently, left to right, right to left, around clockwise and counterclockwise. Then he'd slowly pull out and repeat with the other hand. Uncle Tony would place both hands together, palm to palm in prayer mode, then insert the eight combined fingers into my hole, just pass the first ring. He would attempt this slowly, teaching my hole to accept the wider mass, one slow millimeter at a time. We were in no rush so all this attention on my ass was more than welcome. Dad kept feeding me poppers, encouraging me, coaching me, instructing me to inhale/exhale at particular points, choreographing my breathing with his brother's actions between my legs. The two had a perfect rhythm. With the prayer mode in my ass, Uncle Tony would then very, very slowly start moving the palms apart, creating pressure on my hole as he stretched my hole, slowy-so slowly-side to side. "Uhh...Fuck! Uncle Tony!" My head rolls back again. "That feels FUCKIN' INCREDIBLE!!!"
He looks up at me and smiles, the handlebar moustache edges rising with his grin. He puckers his lips and smacks them at me, throwing me a masculine air kiss. And then, with both hands still in the prayer mode in my ass, starts to rock his hands side to side, spreading the palms apart at the same time gently. While he is doing this, he is also inserting the hands even further in my ass. With every motion in, he follows with the same action in reverse, pulling out - but just a bit. And then, he pushes back in, further. "Yeah, look at that!" Dad says, impressed with his brother's technique. The hands are doing a slow dance in my ass and I am in bliss.
"I think this Boy is ready," Uncle Tony announces. I can only moan in response, content.
Uncle Tony pulls out, reaches over again for the Crisco, then grabs the J Lube bottle and pours a generous coat on his left hand. His thumb and fingers dance around each other, smearing the Crisco and mixing it up with the J Lube. He extends his fingers out, curls his thumb tight against his palm and slowly starts inserting it into my hungry, wide, open hole. "Take some of this," Dad leans, feeding me poppers. He takes a hit himself and Uncle Tony motions silently to his brother with a nudge from his head, and Dad leans over and feeds his brother. I sink lower against the couch, pushing the tips of his fingers into my Boy pussy. "Boy, you are really something..." Uncle Tony points out, as he pours another generous coating of J Lube with his free hand. He is holding the bottle of lubricant high in the air; thin, clear, sticky streaks, trailing down to the space between my balls and ass...the globs of lube running down my ass, the path splitting up at the top of my ass, trailing around my uncle's hand as it further coats his hand which is slowly sliding inside.
"More please!" I plead to Dad who feeds me another whiff.
Between my legs, I am yearning. I am wanting. I am opening. I am hungry.
The hand is getting in further; it is just pass the knuckles at this point. Uncle Tony is sensing that he is getting to the near-widest point of his hand, so he takes his time. He leaves his hand resting inside, still, feeling me out, patient, waiting for the signal when I am relaxed and stretched with his hand's invasion. Then when he can feel the inner walls relax further, he pulls out just a bit, then slowly thrusts the hand back in, past the point of it's previous position, going further in. At this point, I feel so spread wide, so open that there is no hesitation, no resistance from my hole. It just wants it.
And in it goes. "WHOA!!!" Uncle Tony moans.
His hand is inside, I feel myself relax, feeling full, complete, loved. His hand seems bigger than my Dad's but just as comfortable inside. "Boy, you got me so fucking HARD!" Uncle Tony announces. He pours more J Lube on his exposed wrist, then grabs some Crisco with the free hand and smears it around, then coats my exterior asslips. "Yeah, make it SLOPPY!," my inner pig requests. Uncle Tony laughs a little and Dad squeezes my nipples. Uncle Tony then starts fucking my wide, hungry Boy hole with his arm, the arm moving in slowly at first and then gradually it picks up speed. At this point he is rocking inside and out in my hole, going in further with every thrust, pulling out further with each reverse movement. We rock like this for awhile, he plays with his pace, his rhythm, getting my ass to accept his style of playing, learning his moves, being a proper student. A whiff of poppers is exchanged all around. I breathe like I should. And then Uncle Tony can sense my openness inside and slowly curls the tip of the four fingers, folding itself into the palm, creating a ball with his hand inside my ass. "Take a deep breath, Boy," he instructs. I do as I'm told and as I slowly exhale, he pulls out - but only to the point right before the knuckles - the widest point. I can feel my ass stretch pulling itself out along with his hand, the asslips stuck and stretched to his hand. Dad leans over, takes a look at my asshole, then looks at me, smiling. "Boy you have no idea how good that fucking cunt of yours looks right now!" And then the hand goes back in again, a little further in, then out, a little further out, stretching, stretching. Then in again, thrusting deeper, then out again, stretching. Uncle Tony plays like this for several minutes. His pace and stamina impresses me. I just go for the ride, breathing, sinking into the turns and motions, eyes closed, visualizing what is going on between my legs, inside my hole. Then Uncle Tony's hand completely leaves my cavity, the stretch and contraction feel INCREDIBLE. "Oh man," I moan, feeling temporarily empty, unfulfilled. But in a second, the longing passes, as I exhale and feel Uncle Tony enter me further, deeper. At this point I am so open that he is thrusting further inside, stretching...stretching me. On his left arm, the ring of Crisco grease rides further up his arm, aligning with the graphic parallel black tattoo bars on his lower arm. He is looking at his tattoos, gauging my ability, my graduation from one level to the next. He pulls out his hand completely, then thrusts it back in. Slow at first, then gradually building pace. At this point it is happening so fast that the sensation for me is one of emptiness and fulfillment, one second to the next. Before I can guage the sensation, it is in an opposite mode. Empty. Filled. Empty. Filled. Dad has his hot Daddy dick pulled out of his jock and is jerking off slowly, enjoying the show. The punch fisting continues for several minutes until Uncle Tony can sense my inner walls contract a bit. So he stops, rests his hand inside, still balled up into a fist, keeps it stationary for a minute or so. Dad feeds me another whiff. I quickly release and relax, and Uncle Tony senses the difference then starts nudging the balled fist inside, rolling it in a circular pattern along with tiny thrusts back and forth, almost like kneading my inner walls. "Oh FUCK YEAH!" I shout out to both of them. Uncle Tony does this for several more minutes, now getting further inside me. He glances at his tattoos, impressed that the grease ring is now past the sixth parallel bar.
"Ummm..." Uncle Tony grins at me. And then he stops, leaves his arm deep inside my hole, still. "Take a deep, deep breath," he instructs me, softly. I do as I'm told and he slowly starts to withdraw, one half inch at a time. His arm glides out smoothly, no resistance or tightness on my part. And then I feel the widest part, he pauses, most of his arm now outside by wide hole, leaves it there for a minute, again makes a circular motion with his balled fist, thrusting in just ever so slightly, then with the hand in a reverse movement, pulls out.
"Time for another break," Uncle Tony announces. I look up at Dad and exhale a big breath.
Dad get up, leans over and grabs the Gatorade and passes it to Uncle Tony and I. I gulp half the bottle in a few minutes, thirsty and drained (for the moment). Uncle Tony sits up from the floor and joins me on the couch, pulling me up, toward his chest as my head collapses on the coating of salt and pepper hair that blankets his hard chest. I take a large whiff of his scent, lick his nipple a little. Uncle Tony inserts two fingers in my ass and gives me kiss.
"Oh man, I L O V E breaks!" I say, as the fingers tickle my asslips.
TO BE CONTINUED in Chapter 4