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Subject: A Natural Family – Part 11 This series involves the narrator and his teenage son, Adrian, as they explore their sexuality and create new relationships. In this episode, the narrator, Adrian and Petrus entertain Adrian’s boyfriend Fergus, and Aidan’s coaching session turns intense. Me Adrian (son) Franck (my tutor) Petrus (my ex-wife’s half sister’s half brother) Dominic (my ex-wife’s nephew) Margot (Dominic’s mother, Petrus’ half brother) Aidan (Adrian’s friend) Janice (Adrian’s mother) Fergus (Adrian’s school friend, and lover) PART ELEVEN Fergus away from his parents was an entirely different boy to the rather quiet, uptight young man of Friday. He was lively and outgoing, and rather outrageous. What with Margot, Guy, Dominic, Fergus and his parents, it made me realise quite how much parents can fuck children up (Philip Larkin’s poems being on of the few pieces of poetry I could actually recite from memory). It made me worry sometimes about Adrian, but then I consoled myself with the fact that he seemed remarkably grounded and balanced, even though he was having sex with his father and his father’s partner who happened to be his uncle, who was fucking his nephew as well. We picked Fergus up from the bus station, and it was as if Fergus had been being silent for the past week, perhaps he had. He chattered non-stop, he was curious about everything and quite knowledgeable about all sorts of random things. He was dressed in just a t-shirt and jeans, and the jeans hung so low that it was perfectly clear that Fergus was wearing nothing underneath. At first I wondered how he got away with it, then realised that the Fergus who left his parents was probably wearing a proper shirt (now squirrelled away in his bag) over his t-shirt, and his jeans would have been belted at a decent level, all ship shape and proper. When we got back to the house, Petrus and I took Fergus’ bag upstairs, leaving the boys to kiss and cuddle. By the time we were half-way up the stairs, Fergus’ jeans were round his ankles and he was swiftly removing Adrian’s. The boy did not waste any time. Whilst we were upstairs we stripped off; our original intention had been to stay clothed until we saw how Fergus felt, but given that almost his first act on entering the house was to lose his clothes, our restraint seemed unnecessary. Returning back down stairs, the now fully naked Fergus was squatting down with his face buried in the equally naked Adrian’s arse. Coming up for air, Fergus gave us a wry grin and then proceeded to slip what seemed to be a very substantial cock into Adrian’s clearly welcoming arse. Not to be out done, Petrus and I started fucking as well; despite our close proximity over the last few weeks we had found that we never quite had enough of each other and I still loved the feeling of my cock deep in Petrus’ arse, the closeness that that brought. Sex over with, everyone wanted a shower and I thought that any house we move to would need to have a bigger shower, or multiple bathrooms. Fergus and Adrian took such a long time showering, that I am sure they managed to have round two. But when Petrus and I appeared, freshly showered and shaved, it was to find that Fergus and Adrian kurtköy escort had started dinner; it seemed that Fergus was admirably house-trained. He was also, in his way, very polite and apologised for getting down to it with Adrian immediately, but he had missed Adrian so. He hoped it was OK, and I said it was, we were perfectly happy for them to fuck when and where they liked, as long as they didn’t mind Petrus and I doing the same. Fergus coloured a little, but grinned. Close to, Fergus was long and lean, with a pair of low-hanging balls and a nicely matching cock. Surrounded by a halo of hair; I suspected he gave it a trim but nothing radical, perhaps his father insisted on inspections! He was also cut; nobody considered doing this in our family, so it always surprised me when you found people that did. I wondered what Adrian thought? (In fact, I found out later in the visit, when the subject came up – it turned out that Adrian was not bothered either way, but that Fergus felt the loss of his foreskin deeply and resented his parents having had him circumcised). That evening we sat quietly watching TV. The boys’ energy seemed to have been absorbed by all the activity. It was lovely to see Fergus feeling so comfortable around us. In bed that night, Petrus and I had a lot to discuss, and we resolved to try not to fuck in front of the boys too much. That went by the board as soon as we got up. Petrus ended up eating me out, whilst we were getting coffee and by the time the boys appeared, yawning and wanting feeding, Petrus and I were hard at it in the kitchen. It says much of the boys’ need for food (and probably the fact that they had just fucked like crazy in Adrian’s bed) that they simply ignored us and went for the food. But it had broken the spell, and for the rest of Adrian’s stay, sex threaded its way through our days. And when it came to it, Adrian and Fergus’ energy for sexual congress seemed to be inexhaustible. It was at the end of the first full day of Fergus’ visit, his second evening with us, that things took an interesting turn. Till then, whilst sexual activity had been high, it had been confined to the pairings of Fergus and Adrian, Petrus and me. But whilst Petrus and Adrian were preparing dinner, Fergus came up to me and put his hand on my arse, in a friendly and definitely enquiring manner. I responded, and he was soon showing me what a talented tongue he had (where had he got the experience I wondered?). At first I balked at taking the ultimate step and fucking him, but then I saw Adrian happily looking on whilst stroking Petrus’ cock, nodding at us in delight. So I moved round to Fergus’ arse, and slipped my cock inside. He was eager and athletic, it was a lovely experience and made the more so by the fact that Adrian and Petrus were watching, with Petrus fucking Adrian. And then we swapped, and swapped and swapped. Till it got confusing, and everyone came at once. There was a repeat during the evening, only this time it was more of a free for all, and I enjoyed that even more. And then when we were going to bed, Adrian whispered to me that Fergus and he would like to join us. Oh, really! It was a bit of a squeeze, but a delightful aydıntepe escort one. I had never slept � quatre before, but thought that it could be a nice addition to our lives. Certainly it made waking up to a selection of hard cocks and moist arses a welcome proposition. —————— For the final morning we left Adrian and Fergus pretty much alone. I was working and Petrus was at clients, and then finally I drove the two boys to the bus station. Fergus was looking dapper and proper, just what his parents might expect, and certainly a testament to his powers of disguise! We would need to arrange for further visits, but I wondered how often Adrian would be willing to pay the price of having to visit Fergus and his parents in return for Fergus coming here. After school, Adrian was going to visit some mates; he had become a bit friendlier with the other guys on the recent field trip. I’d wondered whether the visit would include sex, but he assured me not, as his mate’s parents were definitely not cool. I wondered what they’d think if they knew that not only did Adrian have sex with his Dad, but that his mates had had their fill on the field trip. Aidan came round for his final session before our holiday. I was nude when I opened the door, showing everything off and he looked a little startled, other visits I had worn my emergency shorts but I had thought, what the hell. But it didn’t take long for Aidan to get naked too, and soon we were doing politics and enconomics with Aidan sat on my cock. He was still shaving and his little hard cock was looking very tempting. And he had started doing under his arms too, his whole body was completely smooth and the look suited him. The doorbell went. Shit, who was that. Aidan scooted off me and I went to answer it. I did a quick check, it was a young bloke, long hair, goatee, in a black t-shirt with a logo on it; delivery driver. I opened the door. To his credit he did say he had a package, and it needed signing for. But all the time he was staring at my cock, and with the intention it went back to full mast. Once in the hall-way he continued to stare and I felt a bit naughty, so I called over Aidan who, all unsuspecting, came over; Aidan’s cock was almost hard and he opened his eyes wide when he realised the delivery man was still there. I’d checked the guy’s name badge, Joris. ‘So Joris, Aidan and I were just having a bit of fun, would you like to join us, no strings?’ I think Aidan nearly wet himself, with a mixture of eagerness and anxiety. But Joris said yes, or at least nodded eagerly. So whilst I sorted out the signature with him, I told Aidan to start unfastening him. There were grey boxer shorts (boring) under the black work chinos. An untrimmed bush but, a decent sized cock complete with a magnificent Prince Albert. When the t-shirt came off, Joris’s nipples were pierced too. Aidan had never seen a guy like that before, and Joris was keen for Aidan to explore. So Aidan got to suck and tweak the nipples, then sample the Prince Albert and the cock in his mouth, before Joris slipped his cock into Aidan’s nicely opened up hole. All in all, a great time was had by all, and whilst Joris was busy fucking tuzla içmeler escort Aidan, I took him by surprise and fucked him. Willing he was too, as soon as he felt the pressure of my cock-head against his hole he relaxed it towards me. Joris was Dutch, had a girlfriend but liked guys too, particularly young ones. He asked how old Aidan was and when he said, Joris’ eyes widened in delight. I added that Aidan was a friend of my son, who was a similar age. I didn’t say any more, but you could see the guy wondering. When Aidan went to the toilet, Joris commented that he had always wanted to things like this with his brother. I smiled knowingly, saying that he ought to try, you never knew what might happen. Had his brother seen him naked, hard? Neither it seems; there you are, start there. Then the door opened and Petrus walked in, looking a little weary after work. When he saw Aidan, me and Joris, with all three still a bit hard and Joris more than that (the talk of his brother had excited him), Petrus perked up and stripped off quickly. Pretty soon we were back for round two, when Aidan got to rim Joris, and both Petrus and I fucked Joris as the young man gave Aidan’s are a hard going over. Joris had to leave, but we exchanged numbers and I said he was welcome to drop by any time, that I thought my son Adrian would enjoy meeting him as much as Aidan had, and that he must bring his brother. Joris, a bit wided eyed, disappeared, sans boxer shorts and with his cock already tenting his chinos. The next delivery was going to get a treat. We paused for a breather and suggested that Aidan stay for dinner; Ok, but I had to phone his mother. I phoned Janice and explained that things had run on somewhat, Petrus had come back and was going to cook. Janice wanted to speak to Aidan but I explained that Aidan was helping Petrus. Well he was, Aidan had his face pressed into Petrus’ sweaty crack and his tongue deep in Petrus’ hole. Aidan was proving to be a dirty little tyke. Janice insisted, so I called Aidan and he came to the phone, as did Petrus; whilst Aidan was on the phone, Petrus squatted down and gave Aidan a blow job. Aidan loved it, and managed to be completely straight with his mother. I took over, and Petrus disappeared. But not to start cooking, he came back with a couple of butt plugs. Aidan was nervous but game, and with relative ease with got the smaller one inside his hole. Aidan decided he liked the feeling and Petrus suggested that he keep it during dinner. I grinned and said, in that case why didn’t Petrus slip the other one in. It ended up with all three of us with butt plugs in, and there were even straps to hold them in place. Throughout dinner, Aidan’s face was a picture; we were taking him to places he had never been before, and he was loving it. We both fucked him again, harder than ever, and the poor little kid was worn out when he left. Tired but happy and wanting to do it again. END OF PART ELEVEN Freedom is not free, please think about donating to Nifty http://donate./donate.html Someone asked whether the characters in the story are cut or not. Well they are all British, so the likelihood is they are all uncut, and we will probably find out for definite in a future chapter. I like my guys shaved, so usually my characters all end up shaved smooth at some point. My other fty//bisexual/incest/tom-sixteen/ I enjoy hearing from people, so feel free to contact me with thoughts and ideas. Rick ail

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