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Subject: The Family that Plays Togther – Part 7 The Family that Plays Together � Part 7 Gay, Incest, Father, Sons If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don’t forget to donate! It’s easy, just follow the link fty/donate.html * * * * I awoke the next morning to someone jostling the bed. When I opened my eyes, it was Kayson trying, unsuccessfully to get up without disturbing us. I whispered, “Where are you going?” “I have to take a shower and get to work,” he answered back in a whisper. “I didn’t get anything done yesterday while I was wallowing in self-pity.” “You were not wallowing, son. You were grieving. There’s a difference,” Pop added, his face still buried in his pillow. “Maybe you’re right, Pop,” Kayson offered. “But I still need to go into the office.” Then he leaned over and kissed both of us before leaving the bedroom. “Should we get up too,” I asked. “Yeah, I guess I could make breakfast while he’s in the shower. You hungry?” I replied quickly, “Do you even have to ask?” Pop chuckled and got out of bed. I did the same. We met at the door, then stopped to hug and kiss. I lingered in his arms the way I almost always did when surrounded by those thick, hairy arms. “Good morning, Pop.” “Good morning, son,” he replied. After Kayson left, we were cleaning up from our meal and I was trying to think of a way to ask Pop a question when he seemed to read my mind and asked one of his own, “You know I don’t remember the last time we were alone together, do you?” “I was just thinking the same thing. I don’t know that we’ve ever been alone together, just the two of us.” He shrugged and said, “You know I think you’re right. I think there’s always been someone else around.” So I moved around behind him and gave him a big hug, my cock nestled deep in his ass crack. He hugged my arms to his chest and wiggled his butt saying, “I know what you want, son.” “What do I want, Pop? Say it.” He chuckled and answered, “You want to fuck me. Admit it. You’ve wanted my ass for as long as I can remember, haven’t you?” “You read my mind again, Pop. Yes, I want to fuck you. May I?” Then he turned in my arms and answered, “I thought you’d never ask.” We separated and he took my hand leading me back down the hall to his bedroom. The first thing I noticed when we got to the bed was an unused condom from the night before. I picked it up and asked, “With or without?” He looked at me and said, “How about we try it without?” I smiled and replied, “Fine with me. Position?” It was his turn to smile and say, “Why not all of them?” My smile widened as I said, “I like the way you think, Pop. But why don’t we sixty-nine first?” “And I like the way you think, son.” We climbed on the bed, got into position then swallowed each other’s cocks. Pop turned out to be an excellent cocksucker. I nearly blew my load while he had my cock down his throat. In fact, I thought I could learn a few things from him to share with my lover/brother. I did have to stop so that I could calm down though. “You give one hell of a blowjob, Pop,” I informed him, still panting. “You’re not so bad yourself, son. Wanna try topping me next?” “You bet! How about from behind first?” “You got it, kiddo.” He got on all fours while I searched for the lube. It had somehow managed to end up between the pillows at the head of the bed. I slicked his hole and my stiff prick then pushed into his tight rosebud. “Ah fuck, son!” he groaned. I told him, “Relax and breath, Pop.” Then I kept pushing until I was all the way in and stopped. “Damn, boy.” “I guess you don’t get fucked enough. Do you, Pop?” “You’re right, I don’t. I guess I’ll have to remedy that situation when your Dad gets home this evening.” I could picture Dad fucking Pop and decided it was time to get started. istanbul travesti I pulled almost all the way out then plunged back in quickly. “Ungh,” he grunted. I liked that sound so I did it again and I was rewarded with another grunt. Yeah, this was going to be fun! I did it over and over again and he got louder and louder. “You like that, don’t you, Pop?” “Fuck, yeah,” he answered. “Fuck me, boy!” I was really turned on by the scene. So much so that I was getting close again, so I had to stop. “Okay, Pop. Time to switch it up again. Wanna ride my cock this time?” I asked as I pulled out. “Fuck yeah!” he answered. “It’s been too long since I did that.” So we switched places. I laid down on the bed and he straddled me. Then he lowered himself onto my hard, cut cock until he was sitting in my lap. Then he rose and lowered himself, slowly at first and then faster and faster. I watched fascinated as his uncut cock bounced up and down each time. The muscles in his hairy legs flexing each time he raised and lowered himself. Then he leaned forward and kissed me. It was deep, passionate and full of tongue. I played with his nipples as I took over thrusting inside him, eager to spew my load. He broke it off then took back over fucking himself on my prick. I took his cock in my hand and began to stroke it to the rhythm he’d set. It wasn’t long before he sat down and was crying out, “Ah fuuccckkkk!” as rope after creamy rope flew out of his slit, landing on my hairy chest. I came next with a “Holy fuck!” as I painted his insides with my own creamy jizz. When he recovered enough to speak, he said, “Holy fuck, son! That was incredible.” “I had fun too, Pop,” I assured him. “Don’t tell your dad but that was the best fuck I’ve had in a long time.” I was shocked but then thought maybe he was just trying to feed my ego, so I replied. “Your secret is safe with me, Pop.” He climbed off, went to the bathroom then came back with towels and proceeded to clean me up. “I’m going to have wash a load of towels, and sheets, this morning just so we have some clean towels for when your dad gets home this evening!” I laughed and volunteered to do it for him. He insisted he could take care of it and I knew he could but I told him I wanted to do it for him. He laid down next to me and hugged me. Thanks, son. How about we take a shower and use up some more towels?” I chuckled again then agreed to join him. As he was soaping me up, he grazed my hole several times so I begged him to fuck me. He obliged and because we’d both just come, it took us quite awhile to reach orgasm again, but we managed. Dad and Jamie were home in time for dinner and Kayson even managed to join us. Kayson related his sad news to Dad, who was quite upset with my sister, but he insisted that with Pop’s and my help he had managed to get through the worst of it and even told his dad and brother that it was all for the best. That’s when I remembered that I still had his engagement ring in my pants pocket to I went and got it then handed it to Kayson. “This ring was my mother’s,” Kayson explained. “Remember, Jamie?” He nodded but didn’t add anything else. “I thought I’d be married with a family by now, but that isn’t going to happen.” He sounded so down that I had to share what I’d been thinking about all day. “You know, you may not have a wife, but you could always have a family.” Everyone looked at me as if I’d gone nuts. “I mean you could adopt. There are plenty of kids who need homes. You have a successful law practice, a good income, a stable home and you’re a good man with a supportive family to help you.” Now everyone looked at me like maybe it wasn’t such a crazy idea after all. Dad asked, “Do you think that’s something you might want to do, son, adopt?” kadıköy travesti He thought about it for a second then answered, “I never thought about starting a family by myself but I guess I could.” Pop asked, “Would you want to adopt a baby or maybe a toddler?” “Well, I guess without a partner,” he started and I made a mental note that he hadn’t said wife, “a baby wouldn’t be such a good idea… and I’m sure there are plenty of older kids who need a good home.” “A boy or a girl?” Jamie asked. “Well, I don’t know anything about raising a girl, so a boy I guess?” “Where would you live?” I asked. “Well, I can’t very well live at the apartment, it’s only two bedrooms and he would need to have his own bedroom.” “You can live here with us,” Pop offered. Then Dad chimed in, “We have three bedrooms and you would have extra help from two excited grandfathers. It would be perfect.” They both looked so happy with the idea that I was beginning to think it might be a good option. “But what about your yoga/massage studio?” Kayson asked. Pop answered, “Gus and I have already been talking about getting him one of those modular buildings and putting it out on the side of the property. It would have it’s own driveway and that way clients wouldn’t have to come into the house. What do you say?” He didn’t answer right away. I could tell he wanted to think about it. Then the idea seemed to take on a life of it’s own after that. We all peppered him with questions and by the end of the evening it was pretty much a done deal that Kayson would look into applying to an adoption agency to adopt a little boy and become a single dad. On the way home that night, it was all Jamie and I could talk about, so of course once Kayson walked in the door, we started in on him again until he finally shut us down, saying, “Guys! I can’t do anything until Monday morning so we might as well table this discussion until then, okay?” “Okay,” we both said reluctantly, but even in our room, we talked about it until we fell asleep. The next morning was no better. In fact, it got so bad, Kayson went into the office on a Sunday just to get away from us! * It took nearly ten months but Kayson was approved to adopt a five year old boy named Javier. His mother had died from a drug overdose and his father was not even listed on the birth certificate. He was shy at first, of course, but we could tell that he was also intelligent and curious. Jamie and I spent a lot of our free time at the house helping him come out of his shell. We all did. The first challenge we encountered was our naturist lifestyle. We had had a family meeting before Javier came to live at Dad, Pop and Kayson’s house. The purpose was to decide how we were going to handle nudity around him. It was decided that Dad and Pop would wear sarongs when lounging at home and Kayson, Jamie and I would wear shorts. Kayson wanted to leave it up to Javier how he wanted to handle his own clothing situation. He usually chose to wear a pair of superhero briefs. As it turned out, Javier brought up the subject at the dinner table one evening after he’d been living at the house for a few months. “Daddy, why do people wear clothes?” Kayson answered like the great dad I had always known he would be, “Well, son, that’s a good question. Some people wear them to stay warm, some to express themselves, some because they don’t feel good about their bodies, some because religion tells them being naked is bad and others choose not to wear them at all… except when they absolutely have to.” We could see Javier’s mind working. Then after a few minutes, he offered, “I hate wearing clothes.” We were all a little surprised by that but before any of us could enquire further, Javier offered more information. bakırköy travesti “I almost never wore clothes before I went to live with my foster family. They wouldn’t let me go naked.” Then he got really serious and added, “When I lived with my mom, she wasn’t around much and my clothes were never clean so I just wouldn’t wear anything.” I looked at Dad and I could see he was moved by Javier’s story. So without skipping a beat, Kayson said, “Well, you know, son, your family doesn’t like wearing clothes unless we have to either. Would you be okay with all of us not wearing clothes?” Javier didn’t have to think about it at all. He just stood and pulled his underwear down, then ran down the hall. That lightened the mood enough that we all laughed a little. When he came back, Kayson asked, “Where did you go, son?” “I went to put my underpants in the hamper. That was right wasn’t it?” Kayson smiled and answered, “Yes, son, that was exactly right. Now finish your dinner please. He sat back down at the table and just as he was about to start to eat again he looked around the table and asked, “What about everyone else?” We smiled, stood and removed our shorts and sarongs then sat back down to resume eating. Apparently the matter had resolved itself. The next challenge came when I got a phone call from Kayson early on a Sunday morning. “Hey, Kayce! What’s up?” “Javier asked me if we could shower together. Apparently he saw you and Jamie under the outdoor shower yesterday, after you got out of the pool, and wanted to know why you two were showering together.” “I’m sorry, bro. I thought he was taking a nap. So what did you tell him?” I asked as I tried not to laugh. “I told him that you were conserving water. That people do that sometimes to save money on their water bill. Then he asked if we could save money by showering together.” I couldn’t help but laugh at that. “It’s not funny, Eddie.” “Come on, Kayce, it’s a little funny. So what did you say?” “I told him I’d think about it.” “He just curious about other men’s bodies. He’s seen all of ours so it’s only natural he’d be curious. Dad and I used to shower together when I was little. It was no big deal but it did drive my ultrareligious mom crazy which was a bonus.” Then an idea popped into my head that I had to share, “I have an idea. The municipal pool is open on Sundays, right?” “Yeah, why?” “I thought the four of us could go this afternoon. Javier could see other men in a locker room shower setting and see that it’s no big deal. What do you think?” The other end was quiet for too long but he finally answered, “I think that’s a good idea. Meet us at the house at 1:00 and we can go together. It’ll even give Dad and Pop a break. I mean unless they want to come with.” As it turned out, they did not want to go to the pool where there would be lots of screaming kids on their day off together. Imagine that! Anyway, we met as scheduled then Kayson drove us all to the pool. As soon as we got there, Javier saw a kid from his kindergarten class. Jeff was there with his mom, a soon-to-be divorcee. So Jamie and I took care of keeping the boys occupied while Kayson and the lovely Natalie talked. After about an hour, we decided to pack up and hit the showers. Javier said goodbye to Jeff then we all went into the locker room, stripped and walked into the shower room. We had already advised Javier that it was okay to look but not to stare. He said he understood and while the four of us rinsed off under the warm spray, I noticed that he did check out the other men and boys but was careful not to look too long at anyone. I was proud of him. On the drive home, I asked Kayson if he and Natalie had made plans to see each other again. He whispered so as not to wake Javier. “I am not going to be seeing her again.” I wanted to know more, but he just shook his head and whispered, “I’ll tell you later.” That would just have to do until the young man in the back seat wasn’t just napping but sound asleep in his own bed. (to be continued in Part 8)

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