Chapter #6It's Tool Time by: bastian   You recover your balance and do your best to pull up your pants a bit as you wander over to Tim who turned his attention in front of him. You couldn't see with the couch in the way as Tim spoke.
"Boys! There's plenty here for both of you!" Walking closer you see the tops of Randy and Mark's heads. They perched themselves in front of Tim's dick and balls as he sat slumped in the chair as the boys moved in closer.
"Watch it this time, Mark. Last time you sucked on Dad's balls you almost gave him a vascectomy!" The audience laughed as Mark tiltled his head.
"What's a vasectomy?" Mark asked quizzically.
"Something I'm gonna start handing out if you two don't get to work! C'mon you twinks!" Tim scolded as the boys turned to his 9 inch hard cock and balls the size of tomatoes. He flexed the head as it mushroomed out a little wider as the boys looked at each other.
"TOOL TIME!!" They shouted as they dove for Tim's cock and nuts. Tim let out a sigh as the boys got to work with Randy almost slamming his nose into the base of the shaft as he was throating Tim's dick while his dick sucking lips glistened in the afternoon light. Mark licked at Tim's hairy ballsack and pried his mouth open to get around his nut and guide it into his mouth his eyes bright as he looked up at Tim. Tim then reached over for the TV remote and turned on that day's Tool Time letting out a grunt as he smiled. You watched as Tim admired his own performance on TV while the boys worked on him below. Standing mouth agape at the sight Tim turns to you.
"Today we salute the screw!" Tim gave a little salute as the audience laughed. "Speaking of that, when these two are done care to get your turn? Heidi was wearing this GREAT top today, if it gets you half as hard as it did me..." he stopped as you looked back at the stairs and saw Jill and Angela walking toward you looking cross their cocks still hanging out in front of them bouncing as they walked.
"OH no, Mister! We're not done with him yet!" The audience gave out an "OOOOO" as Jill glared at you. "Brad that was very rude to both of us! We were just trying..." Tim cut Jill off.
"Hey, Hey, quiet honey! I'm about to go over the differences in a Phillips head screw!" Tim bit his lower lip as Randy and Mark kept working; their heads bobbed and lips smacking as they gave small groans.
"I don't care what you were doing and you can screw Phillip and his head until you set your son straight!" The audience laughed as Jill crossed her arms. You took a step back as Tim held up a finger to ask for a moment.
"Aww, boys! MORE POWER!!" He grunted as Randy and Mark found another gear as Randy's head moved like he was headbanging and Mark made little groans. They moved as Tim stretched his legs out and Randy quickly took his mouth off his cock and moved aside leaving Mark to take the brunt of Tim's load in the face.
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The audience laughed as it ran down Mark's cheek and dripped down. "Randy, that was mean to do to your brother!" Jill scolded. "Mark, honey, go outside a clean up!" Mark with one eye opened walked by a little dazed and outside to the backyard. Jill then turned back to Tim. "Put that thing away. Angela doesn't need to see the ghost of Christmas future!" The audience laughed as the shot cut outside to Mark washing his face off with a hose. A voice came from behind him.
"Hi-ho there, Taylor lad!" From inside you could see the neighbor Wilson's hat from over the fence.
"Hi Wilson" Mark spit some water out as he walked toward the fence. "Hey Wilson, did you ever have a brother that wouldn't share with you?"
"While I didn't have a brother every summer my cousins would visit and I would lose all of my army men in the backyard to them. Then my dad would run them over with the lawnmower and boy were we in trouble!"
"Well, Randy won't let me suck dad off, he says I do it wrong. But when I work his balls he still says I do it wrong." Mark looked dejected as he turned away.
"Well, why don't we get a second opinion on how well you are doing?" Wilson asked as Mark turned back around his face lit up smiling. Wilson walked a few feet down the fence where Mark spotted a hole that soon saw a couple inches of a three inch thick cock coming through it. "I'm glad your dad's never been bothered to change this fence post!" The audience laughed as Mark admired the full, slightly wet head mushroomed head with a prominent vein and licked his lips and latched on. Wilson let out a little "Oh my!" and nailed his hips to the fence as Mark's cheeks bulged as he moved his dick around his mouth and throat. Mark closed his eyes and glided up and down the shaft as the audience cheered.
"I should talk to you boys more often!" Wilson's eyes were visible to you as he stood at the fence they bulged as Mark's head bobbed up and down even faster as you turned to see your youngest brother going down on the neighbor.
"Oh Mark!" Jill remarked with a little pride "I taught him so well!" as she said it Mark gulped and coughed as Wilson shot his load down his throat.
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"Well young Taylor, you've certainly got spunk!" The audience laughed as Mark looked up smiling.
"Thanks Wilson! Yours tastes different from my mom and dad's!" He remarked as he stood.
"Yes, that comes from eating your vegetables! Now run along, we'll have to do this again!" Mark jogged back into the house.
"Randy, I can totally suck it!" Mark protested as the audience laughed.
"Yeah, I can smell it on your breath!" Another laugh broke out as Randy countered and the two of them walked into the kitchen.
Everyone else now turned back to you. You took a step back as Tim came up from behind you and put a hand on your shoulder.
"Brad! What's the matter with you? Angela's standing here hung like a horse and harder than a diamond saw blade..."
"Tim, stay away from the tool metaphors." Jill admonished him as the two of them stood before you, their cocks throbbing. Jill turns to Angela "So where were we?" Jill and Angela cross their arms and look pensive as you take a deep breath and try to dash for the front door but Tim trips you! Lying on the floor in front of the fireplace you try to recover yourself but before you can scramble to your feet the three of them pin you down as Tim yanks your pants down and has your ass up in the air as the audience cheers.
"Angela, you're our guest. You get first crack!" Tim kidded as the audience laughed. Angela spit on her palm and rubbed her cock hard as Tim grunted and lauded her for getting some elbow grease into it. You look bad to see her back up to full hardness, the head now a little redder from her rubbing as she straddles your legs. Tim waves his hands like he's trying to guide her toward your ass as Jill tells him to cut it out. You struggle to get a better look but your neck can't bend any further. You try to look from the other side but before your head gets around Angela has plunged herself into your slightly plump but lightly hairy ass. You let out a yelp as Mark and Randy enjoy a snack from the kitchen.
"Jeez Brad, you better hope you suck a better dick than you can take one!" Randy quipped as Tim told you to buck up. Angela made her next push deeper into you, making you think she was going to be knocking on your balls if she kept going much harder.
"He's got a little cushion for the pushin', doesn't he?" Jill asked as Angela turned to her.
"Yeah! Just like my little brother!" Angela was now down on her knees trying to get into rhythm as your face turned redder. Her balls slapped against your ass with her neat bush rubbing a little on it. At least you knew how much you were getting from this huge futa.
It seemed to be hours of Angela pushing on you but you heard the closing music from Tool Time behind you, you knew it as only a short time. Tim rose from your side and picked up the remote that had fallen out of your pocket when you fell.
"Jeez Brad, you could at least let her know you're enjoying it!" He looked at the remote a little weird as he held it up to the TV for something else to watch. Looking down you see the remote is gone and you turn to try to tell him not to use it. But it was too late as you see Tim press a button then slap the remote...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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