Lulled by the sonorous night sounds wafting through the open bay windows over the big bed, I lazed half in and half out of sleep. What a wonderful spot to exist in, I thought, knowing the dream I had been enjoying was actually a recent memory of the trip into the big city the previous weekend. Memories of which I would hope to carry a long time, what with the steamy and sultry happenings at the 'cocksucker palace' my man had turned me on to...
My early morning wood throbbed under the weight of Cal's leg resting on my groin as he slumbered, arm over my chest, face softly nuzzling my neck. His amazingly sweet morning breath sighing musically while he dozed in a protective half-covering position over my butt-nakedness.
A very endearing house rule, I loved the fact that he had set the hard-and-fast dictate from the inaugural night of our relationship for 'no clothing in bed'. He was a semi-nudist as it was, preferring only saggy boxers when home, never anything tighter, front opening usually widely gaped, and the freedom of air-cooled skin whenever possible. Big, wide bare feet a given.
My luck, as it were, considering the silky smoothness of his superbly toned body. With less than four percent body fat, the sight of him never went unnoticed (or unfelt) and my mind's eye contentedly pictured us tangled in skewed bedsheets as if I were peering down from a perch at the ceiling corner. What a lucky man I was.
As I gradually roused without any body movement other than some muscle stretching/ tensing-and-releasing- oh, and the boner, of course, pulsing against his thigh- he faintly responded by a soft, purring change to the rhythm of his breath, coming up from the deepness that was his sleep mode. Licking his lips, he "shooshed" a breath at my neck in exhalation and I felt his smile at the action, "You my sexy baby, dude-boy?" All I could manage was a muffled,"Hmmmmmm", from behind a closed-eye half smile.
"Baby, you gettin' me goin', now...you keep up that slo-mo down there and you gone' make me cum, you know that, right...? I'm 'bout ready-to-climb-on-up there, bay-bee", he whispered in my ear.
I loved when he reverted to the local patois of northern Georgia as opposed to his highly educated articulation. Made my dick harder...but wait...
Both of my hands were presently raised up over my head and I hadn't moved...we both tensed together and sat upright, surprised by the sudden realization of a nappy head between us down low.
"Small Boy-- Dawg!" Cal exclaimed, yanking on Boy's little arm to separate it from where his little palm slowly rubbed the hugeness that was Cal's woodness, "You little bugger, whatchyoubedoin downintherepissant?"
The little nephew popped up, busted, and leapt out of the tiny gap unrealized between the two of us where the boy had sometime before snuck up to cuddle. He skiddled to the floor and raced out the cracked door, slamming it on his escape, giggle fading around the corner as he went...
"Damn," Cal hissed, "that little mess is gonna get on my last nerve, damnnn it!" As he reclined back to the mattress, drawing me down with him.
A few forced-hrrrumphs later, the swollen heat of my man's curving drippiness inched to my hip and rubbed hornily all up on me. It never took anything more than a brushing touch from any part of this man's body to raise my fever and the desire for a slow-ride before breakfast came unnervingly easy. My buoyant cock bounced expectantly as I stretched out my enjoyment, feeling my tubular underdick whisk rhythmically off the smoothly dark hard belly next to it. I nibbled the earlobe and blew lightly for effect. He shivered his notice, enwrapping my lips with his own.
It almost bothered me, this hold he held, but I smashed that feeling as I pushed his leg over and sidled up on to his flattened lap, intensifying the stud's already tumescent boinging state. His sexy-ass foreskin rolled sensually back from the sensitive phattened head. The imp that was Boy had readied him perfectly and Cal wasn't even gonna admit to that. He froze as I lifted up to get the ten inch pre-cumming monster-of-my-eye targeted to its preferred location.
Cal peered around my own bouncing, boned-up whiteboy piece to assure Boy's absence, then groaned as I descended down over the one-eyed 10's 'til our black-on-whites met and melded. Squeezing the cheeks strongly and deliberately-it made him nuts- I began a slow loping motion, all the way up, then down, in hopes of long, rolling spurts.
His large and manly hands cupped my rounded globes in a pretension of control but his rolled-up eyes told a different story. I had this man... It only took a few dozen full, slow, deep strokes before I was rewarded by a hot, goopy sliminess of a release. He rumbled at me, "puleeeze don't stop that honey, puleeeze don't..."
Fat chance of that. I kept up the motion, right through his vulnerable after-cum spasms while he winked one squinted eye open to see my own eruption-he perfectly well knew the effect his implanted, spewing dick had on my prostate- and my rotations roiled my sensation of climax for his added satisfaction. He reached the big-boned fingers of his hand to my mushroom head and swirled the goo marking me as totally dick-whipped. As he intended.
We fit. And, we knew it.
Boy pogo'd up and down by the stove, impatiently demanding pancakes from his aunt's griddle. Holding a plate in one hand and fork in the other, ninja-turtle do-rag flapping hilariously, he was impossible to avoid laughing at as Cal and I exited our upstairs bedroom and descended after a buddy-shower wake up following the morning fuck.
The Boy's loose white boxers, in mimicry of his idolized uncle, provided the ball-of-energy's only other covering and the little man took satisfactory note of their like outfits as we sniggered at his antics. Cal's own sagging, over-sized boxers mostly hid his recently sated snake behind only a minimally gapped opening due to it's resting mode, now. God, what a hunk I had married.
Attempting nonchalance was not a tactic well-mastered yet by the lovable tadpole nephew and Sophie smiled at the seven-year-old's transparency, instructing the boisterous boy to hold his plate for delivery of the blueberry-stuffed flapjacks.
Even at the early hour of 7 AM, Cal's younger sis looked ravishing. Her short-cropped black hair, blood red-tipped and spiked, accentuated the two-piece red and black spiraled spandex body suit. Her ab fab abs smoothly accentuated the outfit and her make-up free beauty rendered regular mistakeness for Halle. The lithe young seductress was completely at ease in her skin and amongst her six brothers. My acceptance into the setting had pleased me no end. She and I communicated.
She was well aware of the effect she had on people. Those negatively affected were most commonly treated to a vamp-like act for the shock value. In our presence she exuded a motherly affection honed to an art since the loss of the family's matriarch several years before.
Cassandra had doted on her husband, Calumet Senior, and when he had succumbed to a horrific head-on collision with a drunk driver a decade before, the aristocratic woman had desolately faded without her soulmate, diminishing and passing in her sleep then, leaving an indisputable legacy of elegance rarely seen outside European aristocracy.
Boy concentrated on getting to the breakfast table without spillage and succeeded in joining Vivian, his little sister and mini-him version of unassuming liveliness who now patiently awaited pancakes like the small lady she could occasionally pull off.
Mostly, she worked at keeping up with her older brother and the two shared a curiosity and frenetic mobility typical for Blackhearst children. Soph glanced at Cal and me noticing her mannered patience and told us, "Viv just let me know she is expecting company any minute...she wants to be ready." Perplexed, we wordlessly asked 'what was up' by our faces and she added, "I have no idea-she just does this sometimes, you already know. I am sure we'll find out- she sees everything. So, just watch out, boys. Come get your cakes."
I gave my sis-in-law a cheek peck as I took the offered plate, scooping up a glass of oj as she poked me in the ribs playfully. 'You gettin' pretty used to the mood around here, aren't you, boii?" she teased, pointing at my Cal and Boy matching boxers, "only took a month... Welcome home, finally."
Cal grinned and quipped, "come on Sis, you know I'm keeping him barefoot and PG, and I don't want a lot of crap in my way when I'm ready, right?" As he bit into his honey-slathered breakfast jacks.
"Well, big Daddy, you sho' didn't seem to have any o'that problem an hour ago, now, did you?" She smirked in the direction of my tush as she waited. My expected face, neck and chest flush was a source of joking discussion and it surfaced right on cue. Soph loved doing this and as the token white member of the family, the weakness was regularly provoked. I should be used to it and wasn't mortified anymore, as in the beginning. Only embarrassed a bit. To everybody's amusement.
The Blackhearst siblings were all close and each exhibited elevated sex drives. The tendencies were recognized and accepted quite matter-of-factly. They all had been brought up understanding the healthy benefits of a full sex life. I, on the other hand, had been raised in a puritanistic household, sex existing only in a world of sinful nastiness.
