Father and Son
#6 of Uncle Porky
Part Six
Father and Son
He gently shut the bedroom door; his thumb on the lock to make sure its click was in time with the sound of its shutting. It embarrassed him slightly knowing that he did this, and he wanted to avoid being caught to save himself from the chastity belt as it was also violating one of the few rules set before him and his brothers when they arrived a little more than six weeks ago. Tank listened to the sounds of the hallway outside his door. Silence. He reached for a green, leather bound book sitting above his dresser. He listened one more time before opening the volume. Silence.
Within the cut-out compartment it wasn't large; he wrapped his thick, meaty fingers around it feeling the soft rubber as he carried it and himself to the bed. He put the artificial phallic in his mouth, rolling his tongue over the quickly warming surface, taking it as deep into his mouth as his gag reflex would allow, bringing it back out just to do it again.
He removed the phallic, dripping with saliva, shifting his enormous body to push it into its new home; the place he only wanted one person to claim. He grimaced slightly as it entered, but he knew the real thing.
A fantasy:
He had removed his clothes fairly quickly, looking over his features in the mirrored wall opposite the bathroom door. Tank lifted his belly for a better view of his large maleness. The steam rose up over the shower curtain and he knew the water was ready enough for him to get in. The boy rubbed the soap over himself quickly, bringing it up to a lather.
Just as he was finishing his front, the curtain was harshly pushed aside, "I'm gonna be late for work. I need to get in real quick, you don't mind do ya Adam?" It was Gip, his father.
"No, go for it," A strange feeling swept over him and filled his member as he felt his father's enormous body press against his back as the man reached for another bar of soap. "Dad?"
"Yeah? What is it?" Gip replied as he quickly rubbed the soap over himself, "Need help with your back?"
"Could you? I know you need to leave quickly."
"Of course, if I'm gonna be late it doesn't really matter by how much, hold still." With small circles he made a zigzag pattern down his son's back, carefully getting the suds where they were needed next. He even went as far as cleaning the deep crack of Tank's massive rear end. A small moan passed the boys lips in response to this special attention, and he didn't see it, but a sly smile spread across Gip's round face.
"You know, you could return the favor and help me clean something."
"Sure, your back?"
When he turned around, his father had his belly lifted, giving a perfect view of his hard, dripping maleness, "I was thinking more in the front."
"Y-you want me to suck you off?" He could only look at the throbbing member he was being offered, he was getting hard as well. A nod was his only confirmation before he was on his knees, seemingly by reflex, the dripping piece of pork tip to tip with his nose.
Tank took his father's thick tool into his mouth, savored the flavor. It was just as good as the smell. The salty taste of precum hit the boy's tongue; he felt a shiver of pleasure run through Gip's body as his member plunged deeper into his son's hot mouth. It felt almost as addicting as food. Adam's hand moved for his maleness, just as the father's moved gently to the boy's head. He pushed himself in as deep as his son's gag reflex would allow. Tank stopped the movement of his head, "What's wr--" the question was never finished. All other words were garbled in a moan as the boy dove into the older pig's scrotal area, taking both of his precious orbs into his mouth.
Gip stopped him. "Stand up and turn around." He said in a low whisper, his eyes following the steady flow of water over the many curves of his son's massive frame. A short gasp escaped from Tank as his father's hands began groping his breasts; pushing his maleness up to his son's virgin entrance. It slipped in without any resistance or pain, although there's never any pain in fantasies; the only moans coming from the younger pig were those of pleasure. The father was already close to climax, he pushed his cock as hard as it would allow into Tank's prostate while gently rubbing the boy's aching maleness as precum dripped from its slit.
The boy's moaning grew louder as the pleasure, both inside and out, built up in his body. His muscles began to tense, his back arched, making involuntary thrusts into his father's hand. Gip pushed his member harder into Tank's gland, and unintentionally pushed his son into climax; the boy's cum seemingly pouring into his cupped hand. He brought the load to his mouth and licked his hand clean before saying anything, "Now let your old man finish."
Tank nodded and braced himself on the wall of the shower to keep from being pressed against it by Gip's weight as it was thrown in each of his powerful thrusts. Suddenly, he felt a feeling that outside of his mind he thought he would never feel; being filled with another's seed.
A knock at the door. Tank laid in his bed, a rubber phallic held firmly inside him by his massive rear end, and his own seed splattered over his chest and belly. Another knock, louder this time, accompanied by a voice, "Tank?" Sam. A slight panic set in, he grunted as he quickly pulled the phallic out of him and thrust it under his pillow. "Tank, nobody cares if you're fucking someone, why do you have your door locked?"
"Hold on damn it! I was taking a nap," he swung the door open, "What is it?"
"Well, I figured since we haven't talked much since we got here I would find you so we could, yeah, talk."
?Oh, right. Sorry I snapped; I was... havin' a really good dream." They laid down next to each other, the mattress pads muffling the groan of the springs under the excessive weight.
"Yeah, I can tell. What about?"
"Porky," there wasn't a moment's hesitation in his response, Sam's head was resting on his hiding spot, "and speaking of which, he told me about your first time. You like it?"
"You have to ask? It was the best thing I've ever felt. I'm so glad we came here."
"Same here." He laughed, "I don't have to worry about finding clothes that fit. That and Max doesn't have to worry about taking them off over and over."
"I'm surprised he doesn't have every STD known to man."
"You didn't hear? The doctors said he was immune to them; Celebrated by having sex with one of 'em."
"Well I would be happy too if I found out I can be the world's biggest-- what the hell is in this pillow?!"
Tank went pale as the phallic was pulled from beneath the cushion. "Tank...Really?" It was a tone of "you could do better", no surprise, no real disappointment. Sam appeared to understand. "You could ask someone to...well fuck you."
"The person I would ask isn't here."
"Dad?"
"How'd you know?"
?Well moaning his name isn't very secretive, and I don't know anyone else named Gip, so naturally I assumed dad."
"Yeah, well... He kicked us out, remember? I'm never gonna get the chance."
A silence washed over them, grew thick, awkward. Sam grabbed his brother forcing his tongue into his mouth. A small amount of resistance was given, but subsided when he knew what was going on. "What's this for?"
"You know you could always ask me."
He stopped, "wait, what did I just get done saying? Besides, you didn't want me fuckin' you so--"
"Oh I see how it is, so....what if I asked you?" Sam asked, not waiting for a response before he darted for Tank's crotch.
A Jeep pulled up in the driveway of the mansion. The vehicle was modified to hold the enormous pig at the wheel. He stepped out, it leaned at the weight shift. His face bore a five-o-clock shadow; he hadn't shaved in over a week. He was clad in a suit and tie; he carried the jacket in his hand. He walked up to, and through the door with a kind of despair in his steps; his wife had left him.
"How've you been, Gip." Porky wrapped his arms around the pig as much as he could manage.
"Fine considering my wife just left me. Where are the boys?" Gip inquired as he was ushered towards the dining area.
"Oh they're around. You want a drink? Ya look like you need one."
"That would be great. Thanks."
The bed's squeak grew louder as Sam's riding picked up in pace, his brother's large, precious orbs smacking against the younger pig's large rear end. Tank opened his mouth to speak but sound in a moan escaped rather than words as ecstasy washed over him. The larger brother ran his large hands over the younger's obese body; stopping at any place of interest to grope or rub as Sam's did the same.
"Sss...am, mmmh stop. Stop."
"What? What is it?" he inquired, bouncing to a halt.
"What kind of brother would I be if I let you do all the work? Lay down, on your back." Tank pulled out as Sam rolled off like he was told. The older pig lined his maleness back up with his brother's hole, pushing it in to the tightness that felt as though the boy had never been opened before. "You sure he fucked you? You're pretty damn tight."
Sam replied in a moan as he felt the veins of the intruder run across his prostate. Every thrust seemed to be harder and faster than the last; making his body jiggle as it rocked with each. The larger brother had gradually slowed his thrusts to a grind, savoring the pleasure as he reached his climax; the feeling of hot seed filling his insides triggered Sam's as well.
It was then when Gip walked in.
Their surprise was of the same caliber as their father's. The discussion of it all seemed to span hours. Finally, after Gip ushered Sam from the room, saying that he wanted to talk with Tank in private, he let himself fall onto his oldest son's bed and shifted himself to face the boy. "Adam.... I'm glad you guys are happy here, I don't really care if you have sex with your brothers and lord knows who else, -- yeah, Porky-- you guys love each other and should express it however you want. After your mother left I've had some trouble in that area, and no respectable hooker wants to get fucked by a fat pig like me," he admitted, patting and rubbing his massive belly.
"You know, you could get Max to let you fuck him. It'll be just like a real hooker, only with a penis you know about."
The older pig laughed. "That's right I could....But not Max."
"Not Max?"
"No....Get on your hands 'n' knees," he commanded before heaving his gigantic body off the bed.
"What?" He was confused, This isn't going where I think it is, is it?
"You heard me, hands 'n' knees. Now." He was starting to remove his belt and pants.
"But I've never b--"
"I don't care just do as I say. I want this to be pleasant for both of us, I'll try to be gentle but I'm not promising anything."
Reluctantly, Tank did get into the position he was told to his father already behind him hard and dripping precum. He rested his belly on his son's back and rubbed the dripping head of his thick cock over Adam's virgin hole to aid the process that was soon to begin. The younger pig, with teary eyes clenched shut, bit down on his pillow and growled in pain. Gip was without a doubt as big as Porky in every way possible and the lack of proper lubricant wasn't helping to keep the pain of being opened for the first time at bay. And although the burning pain lingered, as the older pig went faster with his hard thrusting Tank felt himself loosen up a bit to accommodate the thick member being pushed deep inside him, pushing into his prostate and driving him towards pleasure rather than pain.
Gip put his weight onto his son's back, reaching around to grope the boy's breasts, rocking both of them with every thrust that was beginning to get harder and more frequent as he played into the idea that it was a woman's well used rear he was fucking rather than his oldest son's virgin one. Three months worth of seed erupted into Adam's massive rear, the sudden blast of hot fluid sent him over the edge as well and his hole clenched around its intruder with every shot, milking his father until they were both finished.
"Adam," his father said between exhausted pants, "you're a good boy."