Big Bro's Girlfriend Summer Fun Part 2

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Big Brother's Girlfriend – Summer Fun, Part 2
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Note: In picking up this story again, I didn't aim for complete continuity with the earlier storyline. I apologize if some of the details are off, but its been five years since I first started this one. If you want to get a sense of the basic thrust of the story, check out the first chapter. That should bring you up to speed (and you'll probably get off too). --Charlie

Mitch and Jase spent most of the following afternoon moving. Jase had invited over some of his buddies to help out, and Mitch knew immediately that Jase chose the guys deliberately. Each of the guys worked with Jase at a landscaping company and did hard labor during the day. They were tan and buff and dressed to show off their muscles. Mitch ogled them and tried to accidentally bump up against them whenever possible.

Jase cornered him just outside the bathroom in the new apartment. "Hope you're enjoying the show, babe."

"Where did you find these guys?"

"They work with me." Jase winked, "I told them that my gay little brother is intimidated by big guys. They were happy to help you chill out."

Mitch laughed. The guys had been flirting with him, toying with him, all afternoon because Jase had asked them too. Like so many of Jase's stud friends, they enjoyed flirting with guys because it didn't carry any of the pressure of flirting with woman. It wasn't like they were going to take Mitch home with them.

Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 3

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Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 3
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For about two weeks, I left Sean alone. I wanted him to ask for my cock, maybe even to beg me for it. He needed to understand that he wasn't spreading his legs for me because I was taking advantage of him or forcing him. He had to want it himself. I even started to fuck a woman I knew from work to make him jealous. After about ten days, I knew it was working. As I was eating breakfast on Thursday, he asked me if I was going to be around that night. I told him I had other things to do.

During all of this time, I continued to find little ways to remind him of what he was. When he got home from the gym, I complimented him on his body, reminding him that good men expect their boys to keep in shape. When he came home from working out with his friends, I'd tease him about wanting to suck their dicks and ask him if any of his buddies suspected he was a cocksucker. Usually he blushed and didn't answer. Sometimes he shook his head before going to his room.

Best of all, he was finally obedient and friendly around the house. His chores were done, he obeyed curfew, and he never lipped off. Our relationship was about as good as it had ever been. Maybe that was because he knew that if he put one toe out of line, he'd have my cock in his ass again. Maybe he was afraid of what that would mean for him.

On Thursday night I scheduled a date with the woman I was screwing and took her out for dinner. I told Sean I would be out late. Instead, I came home with her early to surprise him. It was about ten o'clock, and he was sitting on his bed studying. I was surprised and a little disappointed. If he didn't fuck up or ask me to fuck him, I wasn't going to see his ass again.

The Crew, Part 4

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The Crew, Part 4

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I had just finished working out and was standing at my locker. The gym was one of the 'perks' of working at Smith's farm. Smith walked up to me, acting like nothing had happened. Literally an hour ago, the guy had forced me to give another guy head. He didn't put a gun to my head, but he would have if I had resisted. Now, he had the nerve to saunter up to me, with the .38 still tucked into his belt, and pretend like everything was cool.

I didn't look at him. Before this had happened, I could barely stand the guy. Everything about him was sleazy. The way he dressed, the way he combed his hair, the way he relied on a gun to keep control because he was unable to handle himself. It annoyed me before. Now it took every ounce of self-control I had not to punch the guy. My muscles bulged as I held myself back.

"You're going out tonight," he said.

"Out?" I asked without looking at him.

"Out call." Smith said. "The guy wants you to come to his house."

The Crew, Part 3

 Things are going to get a little hairy for Vance, but fear not, this top is going to stay a top. Bear with me through the next few chapters.-- CC

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The Crew, Part 3
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The next week passed in a blur. I was getting sucked by guys regularly now. Most of them didn't want to do anything interesting. They just wanted to suck a young stud and drink his cum. The guys who paid the big bucks, the ones who wanted a special performance, seemed to rotate between a group of dudes working at the farm.

Developing a solid client base who was loyal only to me would be an important part of paying off my debt and getting out of this fucked up situation. One of my regulars was back in my room after fucking around with some of the other guys. I had him on his knees in front of me, my hard dick dripping and drool running from his mouth, when I broke the news to him. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into my pubes, because I knew that  the closer he got to my cock, the more malleable his brain would become.

"From now on you only buy sex from me. Got it?" I said. He nodded, but I didn't let up. "I mean it. If I find out you're getting off with other guys, you're not going to get me anymore."

The Crew, Part 1

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The Crew, Part 1
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I woke up on Sunday morning with a throbbing headache; too much beer and whiskey the night before. I forced my eyes open and rolled over in bed. Empty. That was a blessing. I'd been fucking my ex-girlfriend almost every weekend since we'd broken up. When I got drunk, I usually found her laying next to me the next morning. Without her here, I could recover in peace.

I quickly realized that my refrigerator was empty. I pulled on some pants and walked to the convenience store down the block to grab some milk and shit. As I walked out, I tried to remember the day before. The last thing I could recall was UCLA blowing their game, and me trying to figure out how much money I'd lost.

As I walked up to my apartment building two guys stepped out of a shitty car parked curbside. They were big guys, maybe six three or four, and both looked to weigh at least two hundred pounds. They were young and muscular. I glanced at them, calculated my odds of winning a fight, and decided that I didn't stand a chance with my hangover. I turned toward my building.

"You run and when we catch you we'll break your arms," one of the guys yelled.

Quarterback Keeper, Part 6

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Quarterback Keeper, Part 6
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Tom woke up the next morning and found Nick laying next to him. His heart sunk. In a moment of weakness he'd wanted someone to sleep with, and now he'd fucked things up. He was sure of it. He rubbed his hand up and down Nick's back and across his shoulders. His shoulders were thick and muscular. His whole body was getting hard from lifting.

It was a strange feeling. Nick was tight against him like a girl. The same vulnerability and passivity was there. At the same time, Nick was strong and more than capable of handling himself. It had slowly dawned on Tom that Nick was more in control than he was. Nick went with the flow and let hings play, while Tom tried, in vain, to set the pace and control the relationship.

He didn't believe that sex had to mean something. He'd fucked plenty of girls with that mindset. But sex with Nick meant something because despite his best efforts, Tom made it mean something. He couldn't help but think that the constant escalating encounters said something about him.

Nick stirred . His fingers moved across Tom's hard stomach and Tom's cock started to respond. He breathed in deeply and smelled Nick's body. He smelled like a man, right down to his morning breath. As his warm, hard body pressed against Tom's torso, Tom's dick became painfully hard. He moved one arm to grab it, and Nick woke up against him.

Nick looked him in the eyes, "Hey."

"Hey." Tom said back.

Nick began to get up and then saw Tom's dick. He grinned. "Morning wood."

"Uh . . . yeah." Tom said. He didn't want Nick to know that he didn't wake up with an erection. It came a little later.

Nick grabbed onto it. "My favorite kind of wood."

Dad's Proper Place, Part 13

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Dad's Proper Place, Part 13
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Alan waited in the bathroom for what felt like an eternity. He could hear the sounds of the game above him. He sat in the half-light and pulled his knees against his chest for warmth. Finally, after hours, the guys filed back into the locker-room. There was a ton of noise, and the air became hot and steamy as guys showered.

Locker doors slammed shut and everyone was yelling. Alan tried to imagine what was going on: the sweaty, teenaged bodies stripped down, towels snapping, and soap getting tossed back and forth in the showers. Maybe there were even a few backward glances as the guys checked each other out. His dick became hard, and he considered opening his fly. Then he remembered what Rick had said. Getting caught with his dick in his hand would not end well for him. He rubbed himself and struggled to maintain control.

After half an hour things quieted down. Alan became anxious. Rick was probably going to try to humiliate him somehow. There was a bang on the door and a booming voice said, "Time to come out, fag."

Quarterback Keeper, Part 1

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Quarterback Keeper, Part 1

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Tom Johnson walked out of his biology class, relieved to be finished with another day of school. They’d only been at it for a week, but between his social life, football practice, and the pressures of being a senior, he was exhausted. He moved through the hallway, watching the sea of people part before him. He’d waited for this moment for three years. He was a senior, he was the starting quarterback, and he was the undisputed king of his high-school.

A natural leader, Tom was the kind of guy that other people liked to follow. He had a relaxed, self-effacing personality, and a rugged, handsome demeanor. The girls stared at him slack-jawed, and his buddies envied him. Yet it had never gone to his head. He wasn’t popular because he was pretty; he was popular because people liked him.

He walked to his locker with a pack of friends in tow. They jostled each other, getting pumped up before practice. When he arrived the guy who had the locker next to his was standing in his way.

Tom had taken a class or two with Nick, but they'd never interacted until they became locker neighbors. Quiet and shy, Nick was a nobody, a literal non-entity in the school. Tom said hi to him in the mornings, but the conversation didn't go farther than that. He could tell that Nick was intimidated by him, so he tried to give him the space he needed.

His friends, however, couldn't resist hassling the kid. Nick was smaller, thinner, and a little feminine. The pack had seized on his vulnerability, and the ribbing was nearly constant. Tom didn't know how to handle it. He wanted to tell his friends to shut up. On the other hand, he didn’t want the guys to turn on him. As his friends amped up the brutality of their insults, the pressure to join in on the taunting grew. In the end, the desire to impress the pack won out.

“Out of my way, fag.” Tom said as he shoved Nick.

He’d heard his friends say it before. When Nick got flustered and blushed in the mornings, he’d thought, ‘this guy’s a fag.’ But he’d never said it. As the words rolled off his tongue he instantly regretted it. He had no idea that he could hit a guy that hard.

Nick stumbled over his stuff, slammed his locker door, and quickly ran off. Tom’s buddies laughed and moved on to the next joke. Tom shoved some books into his locker, telling the guys he was going to study for half-an hour before football practice. The pack broke up, and Tom was alone. His face burned red and his heart thumped in his chest.

Suddenly someone grabbed him by the collar. He was pulled around the corner and into the men's room. When he turned around one of the assistant football coaches stood in front of him. Coach Miller was about an inch shorter than Tom and after a summer of lifting heavy Tom could have taken him. However, he naturally deferred to authority figures and respected his coaches. He took a step back and relaxed.

He straightened his shirt as the coach boomed, “What the fuck was that about?”

Tom stared at him blankly.

“Did I hear you call that kid a fag?” he yelled. Miller stepped toward him. Though the coach had never gotten physical with a player, his aggression unnerved Tom.

“I . . . uh . . . yeah I did coach,” Tom stammered as he looked down at the floor.

“Do you have any idea how much trouble you can get into for shit like that? You’d be off the team. Suspended. The end.” Miller said. The anger had left his voice.

“I don’t know why I said it.” Tom said. “Honestly, I’m not like that Coach.”

“You were trying to impress your idiot friends.” The coach stepped toward him again and looked him in the eyes. “You’ve got pretty much everything going for you. You’re damn good looking, you’re athletic, not stupid, and a natural leader. It’s time for you to step up and be a man. You’ve got to set the tone with those guys. They follow you. Don’t forget it.”

“I know.” Tom said. He felt like he was getting yelled at by his dad. The shame and disappointment were worse than the fear of punishment. “I’ll tell him I’m sorry. Next time I see him.”

“Do it today. OK?” the coach said. “The last thing that kid needs right now is to get harassed by a guy like you. He probably looks up to you. Try to be the man he imagines you to be.”

Miller left without saying another word. Tom felt like an idiot. He stood in the bathroom for a solid ten minutes and set his mind on putting things right with Nick. The coach was right. He was too good for this kind of bullshit. It was time for him to step up.

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Nick Walsh sped home after school, close to tears. His neck was hot and burning, and his chest hurt. He’d been called a fag before, and it had never bothered him all that much. But when Tom Johnson said it, it cut him to the core. He was crushed.

Tom had been nice to him, friendly even, and it had seemed too good to be true. Over the week, he’d convinced himself that Tom was better than he'd thought a guy like that could be. He’d even started to entertain the idea that Tom might like him. It was a fantasy, but there was some basis in reality.

Tom was every gay boy’s wet dream come true. Tall with broad shoulders, his body was wrapped in muscle. His dark blond hair was cut short, his jaw square, his eyes a piercing brown. Popular and athletic, he had a personality to go with his looks. He’d even started to send Nick a little wave when they passed in the hallways.

And then . . . “out of my way fag.”

The whole fantasy collapsed. Tom was just another asshole jock. He would never like Nick, not as a friend, and certainly not in the way that Nick wanted to be liked.

He was upstairs changing his clothes when he heard the doorbell ring. He opened the front door, and Tom Johnson stood in front of him. Nick was a respectable height and weight, 5'10" and a defined 160 lbs, but he felt dwarfed by Tom. Tom wore a sleeveless white t-shirt and gray cotton shorts that clung to his quads. He ran a hand through his hair and asked if he could come in.

Nick nodded and stepped aside, dumbstruck. Tom walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. He spread his legs open and Nick could see the long bulge of his dick through his shorts.

Nick tried not to stare as he sat down. In his head, he yelled at himself for not saying anything. Why couldn't he say anything?

"Listen, today when I said, uh . . . when I called you a, uh . . . fag, I shouldn't have said that. I don't know why I did. I guess I was just trying to impress my friends. I'm sorry."

The words tumbled out of Tom's mouth all at once, and Nick could see that he meant them. He stared at Tom's gorgeous face. The fact that this hunk was so torn up about calling a guy a name made him even more attractive. His fantasy, momentarily sullied, was back and stronger than ever.

"The pack is going to leave you alone too. I'm not going to let them treat you that way anymore." Tom went on, hoping for some response.

"Thanks." Nick said softly, "This is, uh, really cool of you Tom."

"Hey, bud, I don't know if you're into it, but I've got some weed in my car if you want to toke up." Tom said with a grin. "I mean, if we're going to spend the year as neighbors, we should get to know each other, right?"

"Seriously?" Nick said, "Yeah, that'd be great."

Soon they were in the backyard smoking. They lay out on benches, taking in the last rays of the summer sun. They didn't talk about anything. Nick was too nervous to speak and was terrified that he would ruin everything. Tom enjoyed the silence. It was a welcome reprieve from the constant chatter of his friends. The sun was hot on his skin, and he stripped off his shirt without much thought. Nick's eyes widened in awe of the body that was revealed.

It had been obvious that Tom was muscular, but Nick had no idea that the guy was ripped to shreds. Every muscle in his torso rippled as he settled back onto the bench. His pecs were two huge slabs with perfect, quarter-sized nipples on top of them. Nick stole glances whenever he could, making a point of not staring.

After another five minutes, Tom stirred, "Man, I'm parched. You mind if I get a glass of water?"

Nick got up, and Tom followed him into the house. He filled a glass and handed it to Tom, who gulped it down. His huge Adams apple bounced as he swallowed. Nick's eyes wandered down Tom's torso to the perfect V that framed his groin. A patch of dark hair, trimmed close to the skin, trailed down into his shorts above a magnificent bulge.

Nick didn't realize he was staring until Tom said, "What's up man?"

Nick blushed and stepped backward. "Nothing." He stuttered.

Tom sat down on a stool. "You're gay, aren't you?"

Nick muttered something and looked away.

"Sorry, man," Tom said quickly, "That was kind of personal. You just seem really thrown off whenever you're around me."

"Yeah, I'm gay." Nick said. It was the first time he'd told anyone. Then he added quickly, without thinking, "And you're, like, really hot."

Nick blushed and looked away, beating himself up inside. Why the fuck did he say that? First he tells the guy he's gay. Then he tells him he's hot. What the fuck was that about?

"I'm just a guy." Tom said, ignoring the remark, "You don't have to be intimidated."

Nick continued to stare at the floor.

"It's ok if you look at my body, man. I'm not going to freak out or anything." Tom said. "Maybe then you wouldn't be so shy around me. If you just took it all in, you could relax a little."

Nick looked up. He stared at Tom's chest, and then briefly looked up at his face. Tom grinned, and Nick's heart melted. Why did this guy have to be so hot and so nice to him at the same time? His dick was throbbing, and he needed a minute to get his mind together. His thoughts were cloudy from the weed. He stepped back and pretended like he needed more water.

Tom read the move and almost instinctively grabbed Nick by the wrist. He slowly moved Nick's hand to his chest and placed the open palm against his skin. Nick didn't try to pull away.

Tom had no idea why he had reached out for Nick, and his head was spinning. He knew that Nick had a crush on him and that he was giving him what he desired, but it felt like a game. He was teasing Nick. Making him think he could get something that Tom wouldn't give.

Tom broke the silence. "Have you ever touched a guy like this before?"

Nick shook his head no.

"It's ok." Tom said as he let go of Nick's wrist.

Nick moved his hand across the muscular chest. The skin was a little sweaty, and his fingers slid around Tom's nipples. The touch suddenly turned erotic, and Tom stiffened up. Nick panicked and pulled his hand away.

Something in Tom wanted to give Nick the chance to explore his sexuality. He kept hearing the coach's voice telling him to be the man Nick imagined him to be, and letting a guy touch his chest wasn't too weird. On a deeper, visceral level, the contact with his nipples had woken up his lizard brain. It sensed an opportunity for sex; a chance to plant his seed. Tom wasn't cognizant of the desire, but he could feel his body reaching out and trying to pull Nick in.

He grabbed Nick's hand again and placed it on his stomach. He’d worked hard all summer, cutting his calories like a freak to get a rippling six pack. He was proud of his washboard abs, and would miss them once he bulked up for football. Nick gazed at his muscles, admiring his frame strength and size. Without thinking Tom reached over and put a hand on Nick’s chest, feeling his body through his shirt.

“You should work out, man. You’ve got a good build.” Tom said. He moved his hand to Nick’s stomach. “You’d put on muscle in no time.”

“You think?” Nick said through heavy breaths.

“Yeah, man. You should start working out with the guys.”

The rational part of Tom’s brain was back in control. This was how he would make things up to Nick. He would teach him how to lift, introduce him to the dudes at the gym, and let him hang around with the pack. Nick would feel better about himself, and he would look better for helping him. It was a win-win.

“That’d be so cool.” Nick said.

Tom stood and took a drink of water, letting Nick's hand fall away from his body. They awkwardly stood in silence for half a minute, and Nick started to worry that he would blow his one chance at getting into Tom’s pants. He had a jock standing in his kitchen who had stripped down and let him feel his body. Whatever was going on, whether it was the weed or something else, he could sense that Tom's guard was down. He mustered his courage and reached out toward Tom’s stomach.

As soon as Nick made contact Tom recoiled from the touch. Nick looked at him, terrified. It took a second, but then he smiled. He squared his shoulders and said, “It’s ok.” This time trying to reassure himself as much as Nick

Nick rubbed his hands over Tom’s abs, only once glancing up into his eyes. Tom look vulnerable, yet somehow still in control control.

“I’d love to have a stomach like this,” Nick said, trying to mask the touching as admiration rather than a sexual advance.

Tom didn’t buy it. “How long have you wanted me?”

“I don’t know, since I saw you.” Nick said. He blushed again.

Tom felt himself losing control. The hand on his stomach felt amazing. It was a different kind of touch - not at all like a girl’s. Nick’s hand was rougher, and his attitude bordered on worshipful. Tom had never had a person so interested in him before. His dick started to stir. He wanted to impress this guy, to show him how much of a man he was, to take him, conquer him, and own him.

He straightened up his back, making his body bigger and more intimidating. Then he threw back his shoulders, causing his chest to expand and his abs to contract. He could do whatever he wanted with Nick, and his dick decided that it wanted more. He grabbed Nick’s hand by the wrist and pushed it lower. When Nick’s fingers made contact with the waistband of his shorts, Tom guided them under the fabric. He let go and felt Nick's fingers move through his pubes.

His last rational thought was that he shouldn’t take advantage of Nick. Whatever happened between them today was the most there could ever be. He had no intention of continuing things outside of the strange circumstances of that afternoon. He knew that he was leading Nick on, creating expectations that couldn’t be fulfilled.

Then Nick’s fingers wrapped around his dick and he stopped thinking.

Nick's hand passed the head of his cock and grasped his shaft. Tom was hard as steel, and when he looked forward, Nick’s eyes were in front of his own. The guy looked terrified and elated at the same time. This was his first sexual experience, Tom remembered. Until ten minutes ago, he’d never even touched a guy. On top of that, Tom was the man of his dreams. He untied the drawstring that held his shorts up and let them slide down. Then he stepped out of the flimsy fabric. Nick kept his hand on his dick the whole time. Tom didn’t need to think about what came next. He had enough experience to know how to move things along.

He put a hand on Nick’s shoulder and gently pushed him downward. He was amazed how quickly Nick complied and dropped to his knees. No resistance, no second thoughts. The heat rising from Tom’s groin called to him and suddenly he was confronted by Tom’s dick. Nine inches of uncut, veiny manhood shot out in front of him. He stared at it in awe, practically dumbstruck by the massive dick. Tom was truly the whole package.

If you had asked Tom that morning about getting sucked off by a guy, he would have told you that he would never do it. Now, horned up by the situation and Nick's devotional attitude, he realized that he wasn't too hung up on who sucked his dick as long as he got his nut. He smiled at Nick, who looked scared.

"Just explore." Tom said as he leaned back against the counter.

Nick put his hands on Tom's thighs and was immediately surprised at their hardness and their warmth. Tom's muscles twitched under his tight skin. Knowing that this wasn't the kind of exploration that Tom expected, he brought his lips to the head of Tom's cock.

He let it slip into his mouth. It was the first dick he had ever sucked, and he was confronted by the taste, smell, and heat of Tom's manhood. The time spend outside had created a coating of salty sweat, and warm, musky air rose up from between his legs. Nick grabbed onto Tom's balls. They were big and heavy in his hand. Tom's sack felt like silk as his nuts rolled between Nick's fingers.

The head of Tom's dick still in his mouth, Nick placed his hands on Tom's ass, moving them down the back of the jock's legs. As he grabbed onto Tom's calves, Tom flexed and pushed forward. His dick pushed deeper into Nick's mouth. Nick sucked eagerly on the head of Toms' dick, bobbing up and down while his hands rubbed his calves.

Tom looked down at him. "Everything you imagined?"

"Better."

"You're a natural." Tom said, "It feels good."

Tom's big hand moved across Nick's neck and up into his hair, sending a shiver down Nick's spine. He played with the longish brown hair and caressed his scalp. Nick turned into putty under the gentle maneuvering, and slowly Tom moved his mouth from the tip of his dick onto his shaft. Nick allowed Tom to take control. He kissed his way down the shaft and then tongued the thick pubes at the root of Tom's massive cock.

The pressure on the back of his head didn't let up. Tom pushed him further downward. As Nick descended into Tom's junk, he felt things getting hotter and moister. He breathed in deeply. Tom smelled like a man. It was a moment of confirmation for him. Only a gay guy could love that smell, and he definitely loved it.

Tom pushed him into his nuts. They were the biggest pair of testicles Nick had ever seen, either in the locker-room or in porn. They hung low from Tom's body and were much larger than they had felt in his hand. They looked like a pair of eggs, swinging between his legs. Nick palmed them and kissed one of the orbs before looking up at Tom.

"Fucking wild, huh?" Tom grinned, "That's our dirty family secret."

Nick kept staring. They were larger than life.

"Kiss them again." Tom hissed.

Tom leaned back against the counter and opened his legs. Not only were his nuts huge, they were the most sensitive part of his body. Nothing made him happier than a warm, wet mouth sucking on his baby-makers. A dude’s nuts were his manhood - that’s where it all came from - and showing them some appreciation was synonymous in Tom's mind with showing him the respect he deserved. Girls always avoided his nuts. They were either grossed out by their size or turned off by sucking on a man’s sack. Tom had Nick completely under his spell, and he was determined to get a good ball job out of the encounter.

Nick sucked a nut into his mouth and looked up at Tom. His huge cock stood above him, the foreskin rolled back around the head. Tom’s perfect body lay beyond. It was an over whelming position to be in. A stud staring down at him, a cock in his face, muscular thighs on either side, and the smell and heat of Tom’s body. He went a little crazy as he dove into the jock’s junk. Tom groaned loudly.

“Yes.” he moaned, “Fuck yes.”

Tom’s grabbed Nick’s hair and began to move Nick’s head around his sack. Nick sucked and licked while Tom directed his mouth from left to right, under his nuts and above them, into the crease between his legs and then back to his junk. Nick was slobbering all over him, and as his head got pushed around, his own saliva left a shiny film on his face.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Tom groaned. He looked down at Nick, who was staring right back at him. “You’re doing good, man. I could stand here forever.”

“This is so fucking hot,” Nick said as he tongued Tom's dick.

Tom moved his hand to his dick. As Nick sucked on his balls, he rubbed the head of his cock through Nick’s hair. He was leaking like a faucet now, and a steady stream of precum spilled out onto Nick’s scalp. It was dirty, Tom thought. It didn’t seem right to ooze dog water onto someone without them knowing. Seeing the slick mess grow fueled his frenzy, and as Nick’s hair rubbed his glans, he realized that he was getting close to cumming.

Tom leaned forward and pushed his body down against Nick’s face. Surprisingly, Nick pushed back against him. Tom ground his junk into the eager mouth, while he jerked his cock. His mind was completely blank. He was just trying to get off.

Nick sensed that Tom was on the edge and reached into his pants for his dick. He was so hard and horny that it only took a few pulls for his orgasm to boil over. His whole body convulsed and his breathing became ragged. He felt a thick rope of cum race up his shaft and blast into his jeans. Five more volleys of seed followed, and he felt each one. It was the wildest, most intense orgasm of his life. The volume of cum filled his briefs and covered his hand. His dreams and fantasies had come true - he actually had his mouth on Tom Johnson’s nuts. He savored every twitch and wave of pleasure.

Tom watched Nick’s body shake. He could tell that Nick was cumming because he wasn’t even sucking his nuts any more. Instead, he was just breathing hard against his sack. Alternating blasts of hot, moist breath and cool air tingled across the skin of his scrotum.

What turned him on even more was the fact that Nick was willing to cum like that. Face jammed between his legs, wholly caught up in the act of servicing him, so hot that he blew his load in his pants. It was an incredible power trip, and he felt strong and powerful. No one had ever made their own sexual enjoyment about him before.

“I’m ready,” Tom said out loud. ‘“Fuck, I’m going to cum.”

Without a second thought, Nick moved his mouth to the head of Tom’s dick. Tom looked down at him, surprised that Nick was actually trying to catch his cum in his mouth. This, again, was something that girls never, ever wanted to do.

“You want it?” Tom asked. His face was sweaty and he was all smiles. He didn’t wait for Nick to respond. “Yeah you do.” He moved his hand along the side of Nick’s face and then slipped a finger into his mouth. Nick immediately sucked down on it.

“Yeah, you’re going to get a big load of my cum. Get ready.”

Nick mumbled something as Tom removed his finger and slipped the tip of his dick between Nick’s lips. He let himself go and began to blast his load into Nick’s mouth.

Nick had tasted his own cum before, but the taste of Tom’s was different, and the way it just flooded his mouth was intense. It poured out onto his tongue in salty, thick globs. Nick swished it around, breaking it up as he continued to tongue Tom’s glans. Tom had one hand on his dick and one on Nick’s head, and he held both steady as he unloaded. Even if Nick had wanted to pull away, he wouldn’t have been able to.

When Nick glanced upward, he was amazed. Tom’s whole body contracted. The muscles of his chest bulged. His abs were tight and rigid. Then his dick would throb and dump another thick glob of semen into his mouth. This happened at least five times before Tom’s hips stopped moving and his cock ran dry. He continued to shudder, and his rod stayed rock hard in Nick’s mouth.

Tom let out a loud sigh and bent backward. He shook the tension out of his muscles and then stepped away from Nick. His dick began to soften, and he pulled his shorts back on. Nick stared at him, questioning whether or not he was dreaming. Tom's eyes moved down Nick's body and noticed the massive wet spot in Nick's shorts. It looked like Nick had pissed his pants.

"Jesus, bro, is that all cum?" he asked.

Nick blushed and looked down at himself. "Yeah," he said, "I'm kind of a shooter."

"You better keep that dick away from a pussy, cause you'll knock a chick up in a second."

Nick smiled. "I don't think that's going to happen."

Tom finished the glass of water that sat on the counter before pulling on his clothes. "I gotta get going." There was a moment of awkward silence. Neither guy knew what to do next. "I guess I should say thanks." Tom said.

"I'm the one who should be saying thanks." Nick said.

"Well, uh, I don't think I need to say it, but . . ."

"Don't worry," Nick said. "I'm not going to tell anyone."

"Well, uh, see you tomorrow then." Tom said as he turned to leave.

Nick stood in the middle of the room, breathing in the last fumes of their coupling. Post orgasm fear and insecurity had returned. He had no idea how Tom, Mr Straight Jock, would cope with the fact that he'd just let Nick blow him. Nick knew not to expect much. Hopefully, Tom wouldn't start ignoring him.

He stood up and did a quick scan of the kitchen. He didn't want his parents to come home and find a splash of cum somewhere. He cracked a window to air the room out. Then he went up to his bedroom, lubed his cock, closed his eyes, and relived it all.

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Dad's Proper Place, Part 8

 OK. The moment many of you have been waiting for . . .
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"You know, Scotty, Lou used to wrestle." Rick said to his little brother, "I bet he'd be willing to teach you some moves."

Though Rick and Scott didn't normally spend time together, Rick had been hanging around him more and more over the last week. He thought that if he could get Scott to look up to him, it would make Scott's introduction to their dad's 'special talents' a lot easier. He'd also decided that Lou was the right guy to lay the foundation.

"You think?" Scott asked.

Since he began to go to the same school as Rick, Scott had idolized Rick and his friends. They were the top dogs, with all the girls and all the influence. Scott hoped to take their place when he was a senior. He was slowly developing the body, and he did OK with the girls so far. The more time he spent with Rick and his friends, the better he would get at handling social situations and being cool.

"Yeah, maybe tomorrow." Rick said.

The next afternoon, Scott met up with Lou after school. They played around in the gym, trying out various wrestling moves, and then they lifted together in the weight-room. When they were done, they went into the school's locker-room to change.

Lou stripped off his shirt. His muscles, gleaming with sweat, were pumped up and bulging. He had some hair on his chest which gave him an incredibly masculine look, and his skin was a deep brown. He glanced at Scott and caught him staring. Scott saw him notice and turned away.

"Sorry man," Scott said, "I just really want a body like that someday."

"You're well on your way, dude." Lou said. "If you keep working out, you'll look better than me. I didn't start as young as you are now."

Scott stood about 5 foot 11 inches and had a thick, broad build. His shoulders were broad and he had a tight waist. From the side, his chest looked deep and wide. After beginning wrestling practice, he'd been putting on muscle faster than he knew possible. He was lean and wiry, with rippling, vascular, musculature. He was proud of the way he looked, but he was nowhere near as built up as Lou.

"You must get so many chicks. Do you have a girlfriend?" Scott asked.

"I'm not hurting for action." Lou said, "But I'm not really focused on getting a girlfriend right now."

"But you still get laid?" Scott asked, fascinated by the opportunity to talk to the older guy about sex.

"You don't need a girlfriend to have sex." Lou said, "I take it you're having a hard time finding someone to put out."

"Yeah, girls my age aren't into sex yet." Scott said.

Lou paused for a moment. Rick had asked him to broach a particular topic with his little brother if the moment arose, and this seemed to be the moment.

"Hasn't Rick told you about the other options?" Lou asked softly.

"You mean like jacking off?"

"No, I mean . . ." Lou looked down at the ground and then back up to Scott, "Fags, man. Dudes who'll suck your balls, lick your asshole, basically do anything for your cock."

Scott jumped back. "I'm not gay, man."

"Believe it or not, that'll make them like you even more." Lou said, "Look, Rick and I, Wrenn, we've all got guys draining our balls. Girls don't want to do it, so why not let these dudes?"

"Cause it's gay, man." Scott said.

"We're not dating them, dude." Lou said. He sat down on a bench next to Scott and lowered his voice, "These guys, they'll do anything for your nut. Anything. All you have do to is tell them to come and get it, and they will literally be your slave. They'll do your homework, clean your room, whatever you want. Just so they can get a taste of your cock. And you get a fucking amazing blowjob in return. You should think about it."

"Yeah, right. So what am I supposed to do, start asking around?" 

"They're easy to spot. First, they always want to be around guys like you, and you can see them undress other guys with there eyes. They glare at them like dogs waiting for a meal. Sometimes, they'll get in real close and you can see their nostrils flare as they smell a guy. They want to be your friend, the guy you always turn to, because they're hoping that someday you'll turn to them for sex. Once you're looking, you find them everywhere."

"I don't know any guys like that." Scott said.

"Sure you do. Just look around. They don't have to act gay. Hell, some of them even say they're straight. But as soon as you give them a chance to suck your cock, you'll see it in their eyes. Just a little hint and you'll have them hooked. A normal gay guy might suck your cock, but a fag will become your sex slave. That's what you need."

As Lou was driving him home, Scott realized that he did know someone who sort of fit the profile. His dad acted that way around Rick's friends. Of course, his dad had admitted to him that he might be into guys, so it made sense. Still, he couldn't imagine that his dad would act the way Lou said these guys would.

Meanwhile, back at home, Rick was laying out the second part of his plan. He pulled Alan into his bedroom and told him that he had a new challenge. This time there was no reward, but the consequences of refusing would be severe.

"I want you to let Scotty catch you jerking off again. This time be in my bed playing with these."

Rick tossed him a Ziploc bag that had a pair of his briefs in it. "I wore those all last week. You'll be in fag heaven."

"Rick, Scott's already starting to think I'm some kind of pervert."

Rick considered throwing a punch to remind his dad not to talk back. Instead he shrugged his shoulders. "You are some kind of pervert, and he's going to find out exactly what kind."

"Tomorrow." Rick called as he ran down the stairs and out of the house.

The next day Alan paced the main floor of the house as he considered what to do. He knew that eventually Rick was going to bring things to a head with Scott. Right now, it seemed like his eldest son was playing for time while he figured out how to inform Scott of their special relationship. In the meantime, he was set on humiliating Alan in all sorts of ways.

He decided that putting up a fight would probably result in him being denied access to Rick and his friends. So Alan waited until Scott was supposed to come home, then went up to Rick's bedroom and stripped off his clothes.

He lay down in Rick's bed and rolled over, grinding his already hard cock into the sheets. He could smell Rick. This was his favorite version of his son's musk. Not the sweaty stink of his body when he came home from the gym, but the mellow, testosterone-laced odor of his boy when he woke up in the morning.

Rolling over onto his back, he grabbed the Ziploc bag that Rick had given him and pulled out his son's briefs. The front of the bright blue briefs was crusty with cum, and the smell of Rick's junk hit him before he had a chance to bring the shorts up to his nose.

His cock was rock hard and a stream of precum ran down the side. He grabbed it and smeared the juice over the glans. He dropped Rick's gear onto his neck, and then twisted his nipple with his free hand. In his head, Rick was on top of him, biting down on his chest. His hands kept up with his imagination, matching each imaginary bite with a hard twist on his nipples. The smell of Rick's body rising the bed and the briefs took him deeper into the fantasy. Soon he moved his hand from his cock to his ass. As he imagined Rick sliding into him, he shoved two fingers into his well-used hole. He finger-fucked himself and brutalized his nipples. He leaned forward and pulled Rick's shorts up onto his face with his teeth. He mouthed the salty fabric, sucking up the remnants of Ricks' cum.

The whole situation was too much. Rick hadn't lied when he said that Alan would be in fag heaven. Before he knew what was going on, his cock was ready to explode. A few more pumps and he'd be there. He pounded away at his hole, putting himself right on the edge of orgasm.

"What's up dad?" Scott said loudly.

Alan's eyes opened and he bolted upright. Scott stood in the doorway staring at him. Alan stared back and knew it was too late. His dick exploded in his hand as he gazed at his younger son. Suddenly, the object of his fantasy was replaced and instead of imagining Rick's mature, developed body, he looked at his fifteen year-old son's lithe form: the growing muscles of his arms and chest, shown off by his tank-top, and the thick trunks of his strong legs. His mouth hung open as he gazed at Scott and shot a wad of cum all over his fist.

Scott silently stepped into the room and looked at the underwear. "Those Rick's?" he asked.

"Scott, I can . . .." Alan was at a loss for words. What was there to explain. There was cum on his hand and he was laying naked in his son's bed.

"You don't have to explain." Scott said, "In fact, I think I have a pretty good idea of what's going on."

"It's uh . . ."

"You're one of them." Scott said. He was smiling from ear to ear. Alan knew that smile. It was the same smile he'd seen on Rick's face the day he caught him in the bathroom with his clothes.

"I don't know what you mean." Alan said as he grabbed his jeans off the floor and pulled them on.

"Lou told me all about this." Scott said.

"Lou told you about us?" Alan asked, his face glowing red. He figured Rick would be the one to tell Scott. Why would Lou?

"No fucking way." Scott said, "You're the fag that Lou is fucking?"

The word 'fag', coming from his younger son's mouth, cut Alan to the core. He wanted to say something, to punish him, but he couldn't. As a result of Rick's training, when sex was in the air he felt way too submissive to fight for himself.

"Man, when Lou told me about guys like you, I didn't really believe him. So you're really sucking his dick?"

Alan nodded slowly.

"Who else?"

"Wrenn." Alan paused. He wasn't going to name Rick unless he was asked directly.

"That guy's a beast." Scott exclaimed. "So you're blowing Rick's friends behind his back. What, do you wait until he goes to the bathroom and then dive on their cocks?"

"Something like that." Alan said.

"And you must have a thing for Rick too, seeing that, well, seeing that you're in here."

"Scott . . ."

"Do you have a thing for me too?" Scott asked. When he asked, he lacked confidence. He wasn't sure if he was hot enough to be the object of his dad's affection. He honestly thought that he might not be hot enough. The weakness in his voice gave him away.

"Scott, I think we should talk about this another time." Alan said. He still had cum on his hand, and his dick was getting hard again.

"You don't have to answer, dad." Scott said, sounding more confident. "I saw it when I walked in. You weren't thinking about Rick when you shot that load."

"I . . . uh . . . well you're a good looking guy." Alan stuttered.

As he saw shame wash over his dad's face, Scott's dick got hard. He couldn't believe how horny being in a position of power made him. He'd just gotten the guy to admit that he liked looking at him. Suddenly, Lou's words were back in his head. These guys will do almost anything for a taste of cock.

"I know I'm a good looking guy." Scott said. "You were thinking about my dick when you came, weren't you? You want to know what I'm packing?"

"No, I swear," Alan said.

"Don't lie to me dad."

Alan hesitated. "Alright, I was thinking about you."

"What about me?" Scott said. He was taunting and playful again as he found his voice.

"Nothing really, I was just thinking about your body." Alan said.

"That's kind of sick, dad. I'm your son."

Alan's face turned red again and his skin burned. He'd expected Scott to catch him and then walk out in disgust. Instead, he'd stayed to taunt him. If this was what Rick had been aiming for, he was getting his wish.

"What do you do with Lou and Wrenn?" Scott asked.

"I, uh . . ." Alan wasn't sure if he should give details. "I . . .  do whatever they want."

"Anything?"

"Pretty much." Alan said. "Look, Scott, I don't really want to talk about . . . "

"Unless you want me to tell Rick that you're jacking off with his clothes, you're going to talk about what I want to talk about." Scott said sharply.

Alan was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The only way to get out of the situation was to admit that he didn't care if Rick found out. Then Scott would probably piece things together, at least figuring out that Alan had already been caught by Rick.

"Scott . . ."

"Fuck." Scott said. There was a conflicted look on his face that slowly turned into a big smile. "Fuck, you really are one of them. A cock-sucker just like Lou said."

Scott's hand moved between his legs as he grabbed his dick. It was just a small motion, and he probably didn't think that Alan would notice.

"Are you any good?" Scott asked.

"At what?"

"At sucking cock, dad?"

"Yeah, I think I'm pretty good." Alan said, no longer attempting to dodge his son's questions.

"You know, I've never had a blowjob." Scott said.

Alan studied his son. It didn't seem possible. Scott was fifteen and very well-developed. He could have gotten any girl he wanted. Perhaps, unlike Rick, he hadn't developed a game yet. Rick had always been able to pull girls in with his magnetic smile and his attitude. Scott had been much shyer until this year.

"Your time will come, son." Alan said, trying to restore the dad / son dynamic.

Scott kneaded the lump in his pants. "I'm kind of sick of waiting."

Alan's face turned white. He knew where this was going. What impressed him was that Scott was so direct in his request. Even Rick had to hide his desire behind anger.

"You want it." Scott stated as he palmed his junk and lifted it. "Don't lie."

Alan nodded.

"Let's go to my bedroom. You don't want to get caught by Rick." Scott laughed, "He'd probably kick your ass. Mine too."

They walked into Scott's bedroom. Scott had slowly removing all of the childish elements, and it had been transformed into the room of a teenager. It even smelled like a teenager.

As soon as they entered, it became clear to Alan that Scott didn't know what to do. He hadn't thought that far ahead. Alan remembered that this was his son's first sexual experience. He would have to set the pace.

"Sit down at your desk, Scott." Alan said.

Scott did as he was told. The bulge in his gym-shorts had turned into a full on tent, and the outline of his dick snaked to the side. Alan wondered what it looked like. He knew that Scott was uncut, but he hadn't seen his boy naked in at least five years.

Scott turned toward his dad. Alan looked him in the eyes, "Are you sure you want me to do this?"

"I'm sure." Scott said without a moment's hesitation.

"Alright, just sit back." Alan said.

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Rick entered the house quietly and dropped his keys on the counter. He climbed the stairs two at a time and was surprised that he didn't hear any voices. He'd expected some drama, but maybe Scott was so freaked out that he'd left. When Rick got to his room, he was surprised to see that Alan wasn't there. What's more, the briefs that he'd sweated up were sitting on the bed. Alan wouldn't let a prize like that go for nothing.

He walked into the hallway. The door to the master bedroom was open, and he peeked in. It was empty. Then he moved to Scott's door and quietly pressed his ear against it. It took about ten seconds before he heard Scott moan. He thought his brother might be beating off until he heard his dad's voice ask Scott if he liked it. Scott moaned again.

Rick inched open the door. Scott was sitting at his desk with his dad's head between his legs. His hands hung at his sides, while his dad's hands felt up Scott's hard stomach. Scott's tongue was hanging out of his head while he got what Rick assumed was the best blowjob of his young life.

He watched for a minute before pushing the door open. Scott looked up, saw him, and quickly jumped out of the chair. Alan stayed put on the floor and gazed up at his oldest son. Rick turned to Scott.

"He's good, isn't he?" he asked.

Scott looked back at him perplexed. Rick continued, "Don't worry, bro. I've been using dad's mouth for a while. So have half of my friends."

Rick walked toward Alan. He stuck a finger in his dad's mouth and pulled open his jaw. Scott watched as his dad reflexively sucked on Rick's finger.

"Did Scott make you do this or did you ask him?" Rick asked his dad.

Scott answered, "He was sniffing your underwear and jerking off in your bed. I figured that if he wanted cock, he should suck mine."

"Good man, Scott." Rick said, "But you've got some learning to do if you really want to get the most out of him. You can't let him run the show like that."

Scott stared at him blankly.

"You have to stay in control." Rick said. “Don't let him feel you up. Your body is a treat that he only gets when he deserves it."

"I uh . . ." Scott said, "I just wanted a blowjob."

Rick smiled, "You have no idea how much fun you're going to have. Let me show you. Get over here pops." Rick said as he unzipped his fly. His ten inch dick was already half-hard. "Get on my cock."

Alan wrapped his lips around his son's meat. Rick wasted no time. "You can use him to get off." Rick said to Scott. "However you want."

Rick grabbed onto his dad's ears and thrust his hips forward. He jammed his cock down Alan's throat and held him there. For the first five seconds, he stayed there with his nose buried in his boy's pubes, then he started to struggle. "Fuck that feels good." Rick said as his dad thrashed about. "You try it."

Rick grabbed Alan by the hair, pulling him off of his cock and pushing him backward. Alan stayed on the floor, panting.

"C'mon Scott, give it to him."

Scott walked over to his dad, and put his cock in front of his old man. Alan took it into his mouth. "Go for it." Rick said.

Scott tentatively grabbed onto his Alan's head. Then he pulled him downward. His cock slipped into his dad's throat and incredible feelings of pleasure shot up his spine.

"Holy fuck." Scott groaned.

"Use him." Rick whispered. "Fuck his face."

Slowly Scott moved his hips back and forth. Alan masterfully took the cock in his throat. As Scott picked up the pace, it became more difficult and soon he coughed and spit out his son's cock. Scott's beer can thick, seven inch cock sprung up and slammed against his abs.

"Don't let him get away with that shit." Rick said, "You're in control."

Thinking that Scott wouldn't have the guts to really lay into his dad, Rick walked forward and grabbed Alan by the hair. With his free hand he grabbed Scott's cock and shoved it inside of Alan's mouth. Then he grabbed Scott's hand and put it on the back of his dad's head. With Scott's hand under his, he pushed Alan down onto his little brother's cock. Rick waited until Alan struggled.

"Show him who the boss is." Rick said to Scott.

He felt Scott's fingers tighten underneath his hand and he moved away. Scott kept Alan's head down for another few seconds before letting him up. Then, just as Alan pulled away, Scott grabbed his thick cock by the base and slapped Alan across the face.

"Nice." Rick said.

Scott kept pulling at his dick while his dad licked at whatever he could. Sometimes he hit the head, other times he licked Scott's hand as it moved up and down his shaft.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum." Scott mumbled.

"No, you're not." Rick said as he pulled Alan away. Scott's dick pulsed and bounced up and down.

"What the fuck, dude?"

"That load is not going in Dad's mouth." Rick said. Then he turned to Alan, "Get on the bed dad."

"You want me to fuck him?" Scott asked.

"You ever fucked a dude before, Scott?"

"No, I've never . . ."

"This is your first time, huh? I thought it might be. Well, you can let all that pent up teenage aggression out, cause dad can take it. Come over here."

"What you want to do, the first time you screw a fag, is to really let him have it. Just spit on your cock and shove it in. It's going to hurt him, but that lets him know that he's yours. A fag's brain doesn't work the way yours does. The more you abuse him, the more he'll crave your affection. If you strike the right balance, he'll be yours for life."

"So, uh, what do I do?" Scott asked.

Rick spread open Alan's ass cheeks. "You stick your dick in there. You'll know what to do after that."

Scott got between Alan's legs, and Rick sat up above him with his dad's head cradled in his lap. As Scott lined his dick up with Alan's hole, Rick rubbed the side of his dad's face.

"Your little boy's not so little, pops. That cock is going to split you in two." Rick said, "At least after today, you can brag to all your fag friends that both of your sons have had your ass. Think how proud they'll be."

As Alan thought about what his buddies would think if they knew that he was having sex with his sons, an incredible amount of shame overtook him. His face turned red.

"You ready, Scott?" Rick asked not paying attention to his dad's emotional turmoil.

"I think so." Scott said. He looked nervous. It was weird to be coached through his first time fucking.

"Go for it."

Scott pushed forward a little bit. He would have been fine with a girl, but invading an ass took more pressure.

"Shove it in, bro." Rick encouraged.

Scott bared down and his cock blasted through the resistance.  Four solid, thick inches plunged into Alan's body. Alan groaned loudly and squirmed as his son's cock, by far the thickest he'd ever taken, stretched him out in unimaginable ways.

"That's right, dad. Your little boy's all grown up." Rick said.

Scott couldn't believe the way his cock felt. It felt warm, and tight, and insanely good all at once. His dad's asshole gripped his dick, like it was pulling him in. He thought that sex would be like jacking off, only better. Instead, it was completely different.

"Look at him." Rick said to Alan, "Thank him."

Alan looked at his younger son, who didn't seem so young at the moment. The muscles along his shoulders and upper arms were striated and bulging. The veins in his forearms throbbed as he grabbed at Alan's hips.

"Thanks son."

"Fuck," Scott moaned. "This is insane."

"Now you know why Lou and I like to keep a fag like this on hand. Once you get a taste," Rick said, "You're going to want this all the time."

"Hmmm . . ." Scott grumbled.

Slowly, he started to push forward again, and the last few inches of his dick snaked into Alan's ass. When he was finally buried to the hilt, he groaned as he rubbed his pubic bush against his dad's body. Then nature took over, and Scott started to thrust in and out of his dad's hole. His eyes were almost closed, and sweat ran down his neck. He concentrated on the fuck job, trying not to screw it up.

Rick climbed over his dad and let his ten-incher flop onto Alan's face. Alan opened his mouth and twisted his head until he got a taste of Rick's dick.

"Nice job, pops," Rick said, "You've got both of your boys in you now."

Even though Alan had a cock in his mouth, Rick noticed a grin form at the corners of his mouth.

"Fucking slut." Rick said as he slapped Alan against the face.

Rick then looked up at his brother. "The thing you're going to learn, Scotty, is that fags like it hard. Especially this fag. And he can take it. So don't be afraid to really give it to him."

Rick shoved his cock forward until Alan choked on it. When he pulled out, it was covered with spit and throat slime. He slapped Alan across the face with his hard dick and rubbed his nuts all over his dad's forehead. At the same time, Scott picked up the pace. He slammed in and out of his dad's ass, grinding down each and every time. His fingers dug into Alan's thighs and his knuckles turned white. Rick knew that when Scott finally found his groove, he'd be a powerful fuck.

Rick watched as Scott's body tightened. Though he was only five minutes in, he was close to cumming. Still, not bad for a fifteen year old virgin.

"You gonna blow your load Scott?" Rick asked.

Scott looked back at him with a wavy, half-drunk smile.

"Earn it fag." Rick said to his dad.

"Please give me your cum, son." Alan said. Rick slapped him hard, "Not good enough."

Alan remembered what had happened the last time he didn't do a good enough job begging Rick for his cum. He'd lost the load.

"Please, Scott, seed my hole. Shoot your load deep inside of me, son. Please give it to me."

Scott, who had been quiet thus far, suddenly unleashed a torrent of smut. "You like my thick dick in your ass, don't you fag. Stretching you out. I'm going to shoot my load so deep inside of you, you're gonna be shitting it out for days."

"Give it to me. Please," Alan drew out the last word as Scott slammed back into him and ground into his ass.

"Here it is, dad." Scott yelled as he collapsed into Alan's body.

Rick watched as Scott's ass cheeks tightened and then relaxed. He was dropping a huge load into their dad. Scott didn't say anything, and his head hung down next to Rick's huge cock. For a second, Rick considered moving his dick in front of Scott's mouth just to see if it would happen. He'd seen it before. Guys that will never suck your dick will nurse on it while they cum. He decided against it, not wanting to mess up Scott's first time.

When Scott was done, he pulled out of Alan and jumped off of his bed.

"How was it?" Rick asked.

"Awesome." Scott said as he caught his breath.

Rick grabbed Alan's legs and pulled them back, lifting his ass up. "Check out the damage you did, bro."

Alan's hole was red and gaped open. A smear of Scott's cum was white against the pink flesh. As Rick leaned forward, his balls hung over Alan's mouth, and his dad started tonguing his nuts. Rick quickly grabbed Alan by the neck, choking him. "Get your mouth off my nuts, slut. No freebies."

Rick had planned to pound his dad in front of Scott, to show him just how to give it to the guy, but he looked at his phone and realized that their mom would be home soon. "Fuck," he growled. He turned to his dad, "You come to my room tonight to take care of me." Then he turned to Scott. "Good job, bro. You've got a knack for this."

Scott looked embarrassed. Rick had seen it before. Lots of guys felt guilty after messing around with a dude. Scott would get over it when his desire to fuck overcame his desire to maintain a certain understanding of his heterosexuality.

The brothers dressed and soon were sitting on the side of the bed talking. Alan, his ass aching and leaking cum, wanted to hang out with his boys, but knew that Rick would kick him out. Hoping to save himself that eventual embarrassment, he took his leave and left to clean up.

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Hope you shot your load. If there's something you want to see in this story, let me know and I'll see what I can do. Thanks for reading. Charlie