Chapter #5Quality (And Quantity) Family Time by: bastian   The spinning stops and you find yourself sitting wrench in your hand staring at an old hot rod. Catching a glimpse of yourself in the small mirror of the hot rod you see you´re Tim ¨The Toolman¨ Taylor. You nod to at least knowing where you´ve landed and knowing you just need to act like a macho idiot most of the time and all will be alright with a few jokes.You hear the front door close and wipe the grease off your hands as your TV wife, Jill Taylor comes striding into the garage.
¨Tim, they moved up my deadline for my behavioral theory thesis and I have to REALLY get it done this weekend. I have to head to the library for some books before dinner¨ Looking up as she stands in front of you in her yellow blouse and knee length skirt you get a little lost remembering how attractive you found her. ¨BRAD! RANDY!! MARK!!!¨ she hollers front the door as you hear three clunks upstairs and a charge of feet down the steps. As Jill stands there you glance a little sideways at her midsection, almost without thinking you smirk.
¨Maybe you´re putting on the grad school 15...¨ she turns and give you a sharp glance but quick turns back to the boys. You get up and see the three of them: Brad is taller than you remember but must be barely into puberty, Randy is the runt of the bunch but still has his tanned skin and cute smile, and Mark is almost as tall as Randy with his wide eyes and smile. They all seemed to have a similar outfit with slight variations of a t-shirt, light blue jeans and white Nikes.
¨Boys, I´m going to be busy ALL weekend. I know we had a special night planned for backyard camping but it will just be you and your dad.¨ The boys looked down disappointed.
¨Great, dad´s going to try to put a tent together with a nail gun.¨ Randy quipped as the audience laughed.
¨It would be the first time he´s ever pitched a tent .¨ Brad nudged Randy to even more laughs as Jill told them to stop and go finish their homework. She turned back and came up to you as you noticed that had to be something going on in her skirt.
¨Tim, you´re going to have to make dinner. There are hot dogs on the counter, don´t let them talk you into roasting them over a fire. They´re just going to make jokes about weiners and throw them at each other.¨ Another laugh was heard as you nodded and Jill departed, her ass catching your eye making you crook an eyebrow about maybe grabbing it later.
You stand and walk into the kitchen and see across the room a bag for a tent as you look down at the food Jill left out for you. You start a burner and grunt like a caveman ¨Ugh Ugh Ugh, fire goood!¨ as the audience gets a big laugh. As you start cooking Brad and Randy come downstairs and ask if they´ve done their homework.
¨I think he´s talking to you.¨ Randy zinged Brad and Brad tried to put him in a headlock. Randy laughed as you tried to break them up you saw Mark coming down the stairs. Distracted you didn´t see Randy grabbed a hot dog and was making fun of Brad again. ¨Hey Brad, should I give this to Angela?¨ He put the very edge of the hot dog in his mouth before he stopped. ¨I better not go so fast. That about as far as you´ve gotten in her, right?¨ A big laugh was heard as you snatched the hot dog back from Randy and made the boys go to the living room.Brad and Mark sat on the couch throwing their feet up on the table while Randy sat in the chair.
While you looked at the boys lounging around in front of the TV seeing Randy pick his underwear out of is crotch you turned back to the hot dogs that made you think of Randy´s skin tone and blinked hard to stop thinking about it. You are no chef but cooking some hot dogs is well within your expertise. They finish cooking as you put them in buns and have the boys follow you outside. You all sat on the deck eating as Brad took his off the bun. ¨Hey Mark, you might want to pay attention to this when you get your first boyfriend.¨ Brad licked the hot dog then put it in his mouth and slid it in and out to much laughter from the audience.
¨BOYS!!...¨ You call out as Brad stops as he and Randy laugh.
¨Hi-dee-ho Taylor men...¨ the voice of their neighbor Wilson called out to cheers from the crowd. ¨Pitching a tent in the exotic outdoors, I see?¨
¨Maybe not Mark over there¨ Brad quipped as he took out the tent poles and the audience laughed.
You turned back and greeted Wilson as you herd thunder overhead and some raindrops. ¨Get it inside boys, we can go be rugged manly men while watching the Pistons.¨ You wave to Wilson and head back inside before anyone gets too wet. The boys sit on the couch with Brad in the middle, Randy and Mark flanking him. As you gathered up everything you came back in to see Mark turned toward Brad kissing him passionately as Randy looked on grinning. Mark grunted like Tim did in his little boy voice as you saw him taking his pants down. He flexed as you looked down at his tighty whities that caught your glance as they slung low holding in his dick. Brad and Randy laughed and joined their brother as you spy the head of Brad´s flaccid cock peaking out of his boxers.
¨Your turn, dad¨ Randy´s voice snapped you out of your staring. You grunted a little and took your pants down but as you feel your boxers you notice it´s not your own cock but Tim´s... and it´s tiny. You can barely feel it under the bush of pubes as they boys stand there with their hands on their hips proud of their endowments. Brad then pulls his boxers down showing off a seven inch flaccid cock as wide as your thumb with a blonde bush around his golf ball sized balls. Then Randy follows showing off an equally impressive dick matching his skin tone and some spots of hair on his balls. But you were more surprised when Mark pulls his down showing off a pale, flaccid eight inch smooth, hairless dick that make him looking like he had a broom handle between his legs. The audience cheers as the boys stand proudly.
Mark then speaks up ¨C´mon dad, when mom does this on camping trips she´s the first one to whip it out!¨ Confused with so many questions on your head but undeniably turned on you take your boxers down as the boys eyes get wider. ¨Where is it?¨"Mark asks as they get closer.
¨Quick, Brad, get the magnifying glass.¨ Randy quipped as the audience laughed. As your eyes dart around you don´t see Mark crouch behind you as Brad and Randy shove you over hitting your head on the chair frame and making you a little woozy as you struggle to crawl the boys dragged you over by the couch and took their places again.
¨Wha, what´s going on?¨ you ask a little bleary. The boys all sat back on the couch hands on their dicks working their hardening shafts mere inched from your face. ¨When we go camping mom plays a game with us.¨ Mark offers up as Randy clarifies.
¨She lets us blow her until we can take it up the butt. She just broke Mark´s cherry last summer¨ Mark nodded with a smile as the audience laughed. ¨It´s the trip we take when you go fishing with Uncle Marty.¨
Not sure which detail to pay attention to first you hear their stroking cocks with their smooth hands getting each of them hard. Brad was now at least ten inches long and even thicker than before. Randy wasn´t much smaller as his head bulged as he got harder. Mark got hard last as his hairless balls as his veiny shaft stood proudly longer than either of his brothers.
Randy starting moving toward you when Brad stopped him. ¨You were first with mom last time!¨ he complained as Randy rolled his eyes and agreed. Brad slid a little down the cushion smiling as your eyes got wide and you tried to turn your head.
¨HEY! SIT STILL!!¨ Brad´s voice sounded commanding as Mark and Randy flanked you. Looking as his dick getting closer to you; you glance around nervously as the audience cheers when Brad´s bulky head goes past your lips and he slide more of his shaft in. ¨Let´s see how much he can take before he gags!¨ Brad chuckles as the other boys laugh. You feel his warm, smooth cock hit the back of your throat as you get choked up.
¨I guess you´re the Toolman around here!¨ Randy joked as everyone laughed. Brad put his hand on your head and moved it up and down his dick, his soft hand on your head as you looked up at his blonde hair and wide grin you loved your tongue making him jolt with pleasure. You could feel the vein rising as he started breathing heavier with your faster movement. Before you knew it you felt the hot semen shooting up his shaft. You try in vain to get off before he shoots but Brad looks down at you and smiles. ¨C´mon, take it like a man!!¨ He calls out as he shoots in your mouth ¨MORE POWER!!¨
SSSSSSPPPPPPPIIIIIIIRRRRRRTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!
SSSSSPPPPPPIIIIIIRRRRRTTTTTT!!!!!!!
The audience cheers as you have no choice but to swallow the hot load as the front door opened.You stand nervously Jill comes in Not sure how she might react seeing you and the boys naked she puts her books down and comes toward the living room.¨Ooohhh! You boys started without me.¨ She frowned as Mark spoke up.
¨Mom, is there something wrong with dad?¨ The audience giggled as Jill turned and put a hand on his shoulder.
¨Boys, this is why I send your father out for firewood and snack when we go camping. Also, don´t do cocaine.¨ The audience laughs as Mark looks at her confused.
Jill smiled as her boys as she slipped down her skirt. ¨I guess I have a little time before I have to start writing...¨ the crowd cheered as Jill´s cock came shooting out of her panties. You wiped off your mouth to see her balls falling out and at least a 12 inch cock getting harder as she stood. ¨So boys, which one of you is first to put your rod in the Tool Chest here?¨ She asked patting your butt and looking at the boys dicks as they sat.
¨What´s dad´s problem?¨Mark asked tilting his head as you try to deal with Brad´s salty load.
¨Ÿou know what mom says... big things cum in little packages.¨ The scene pausing as the audience laughs as you look on in terror. Who goes next?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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