Date: Mon, 15 Nov 1999 07:03:28 PST
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Spring Cleaning"

Spring Cleaning (mm)
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

The following contains graphic depictions of men having sex with men. If
such material offends you or is inappropriate for your age, do not read
further. Otherwise, enjoy. Comments to billdrake@hotmail.com.


Ch. 1: "Spring Cleaning"

It was the summer before college and I had the biggest hots for Craig. We
were both on our high school football team, Craig the quarterback, me the
half-back. I don't know how many afternoons I spent silently admiring his
body, while we worked out or just sat around in front of the television.
His physique was all around flawless, built almost like a grown man's, with
strong pecs, smooth abs, tapered thighs, knotty calves. But the most
amazing feature were his arms. Craig had unbelievably large biceps. I
worked out my arms extra every day in a vain attempt to catch up to his
fabulous size. And in my spare time, I'd jack off thinking about his hard
muscles or fantasizing about him fucking some girl. It didn't make it any
easier that Craig actually was a horny guy who got around to screwing half
of the girls in school.

Anyway, my story begins one June weekend, when Craig and I are scheduled to
go riding. I show up at his house Saturday morning as planned and ring his
bell. No answer. I ring again and call out his name. It's silent a moment,
so I'm about to leave, when I hear, "Hello?" I follow the voice around to
the garage, where I see Craig's father.

"Hey Mr. Burke."

"Hello, Mark, how are you?"

"Fine. I'm supposed to go riding with Craig. Is he here?"

Mr. Burke shook his head, "No, Mark, he's still not back from last night. I
guess he got lucky." I guess I looked stunned at his bluntness, because
Mr. Burke just chuckled and said, "Sorry if I gave you any bad news. I just
figure you guys are old enough now that I can be frank with you."

"Oh, uh, sure, but I'm just surprised you don't care, I mean, my dad would
freak out..."

"Ah, I let Craig lead his own life. I don't mess with his business and he
doesn't mess with mine."

I laughed a bit and said, "Like you..." only I stopped because I realized I
was saying the wrong thing.

"What? Like I have any naughty business, you mean? How would you know?"

I stammered. "Uh...I wouldn't really. I'm sorry, Mr. Burke, I didn't mean
anything."

Mr. Burke just smiled at me. "Don't worry about it, Mark, I'm just kidding
you. And call me David."

"Sure," I said, "say, do you think I should wait around for Craig?"

"Don't know, you're welcome to make yourself at home. I'm just doing a
little spring cleaning in the garage."

"I'll be glad to help," I offered, and followed Mr. Burke to the garage.

I had always gotten along well with Craig's father, who seemed more of a
father figure than my own father did. Not that I don't like my father or
get along with him. Mr. Mike Williams was in many ways just as much the
ideal father as Mr. Burke -- a successful businessman, but with a good
sense of humor and a youthful spirit. It's just that it was Mr. Burke was
much more laid-back and was always willing to spend time with Craig and his
friends. Friends were almost family at the Burkes'.

We talk for a while. I sit on a bench, while Mr. Burke reorganizes the
boxes in storage. "Mark, you're a little taller than I am. Could you help
me put this crate on the high shelf?"

I say sure, and procede to climb the step ladder in order to reach the
upper shelf. Craig's father steadies me on the ladder, grabbing both sides
of my waist. "I can't quite reach it, Mr. Burke. I almost have it, but..."

"Here, step on the top step. I'll steady you."

I'm in a precarious balance on the aluminum stepladder, but I trust
Mr. Burke, so I step up another step. Just then, Mr. Burke steps forward
and with full strength, puts his muscled arms around my waist and holds me
in place. I can feel the man's firm pecs pressed against my ass, and the
man's arms rubbing against my crotch. I balance the crate on the shelf and
want to get down, as I'm feeling my dick start to give a rise.

"There, I got it."

I step down, and Mr. Burke again steadies me, this time by putting both
hands on my ass. I'm confused but feeling horny at the same time. In a
brief second a thousand fantasies involving Craig's father flash in my
head, and they're checked only by the fear that my aroused state will show
through my shorts. After all, I think, the man only helped me down.

When I turn around, however, I find myself face to face with Mr. Burke,
whose gaze seems to penetrate into my eyes. My dick throbs and my breath
stops short. A charge of energy surges between us, only centimeters apart
from each other. Suddenly, we fall into a kiss. I don't know how. Mr. Burke
opens up my mouth with his tongue and begins exploring the insides of the
youth's mouth. I moan in response. I have never experienced anything of
this sort, not even with the girls I've dated and "necked"
half-heartedly. I'm dying to know more, to feel more of this man's body, to
experience more pleasure. My hands wander up Mr. Burke' back, and down
again to the firm, round ass clothed in his worn jeans.

"Mr. Burke.... " I interrupt our kiss, nervous that I'm kissing my best
friend's father.

"Call me David, Mark." Then again he gives me a long, smoldering French
kiss, running his hands under my sweatshirt to feel the burning hot skin of
my smooth, athletic torso, dusted only with a trail of fine hair down the
middle.

At the same time, my hands are exploring David's body. Craig's dad is
really hot, he reminds me a lot of Craig. A more adult physique, a very
slight gut over otherwise hard abs, a more mature, manly face with a deep
brown stubble. But other than that, the same: same jeans and sweatshirt,
same blue eyes, same deep voice, same amazing biceps.

David has the most incredible ass packed into his jeans and I'm alternating
squeezing his round buns and running my hands along his thighs or against
his hair-covered chest.

"Damn," David says, breaking off our heated kiss for a moment. "I guess
that son of mine is pretty rude for leaving you here, but I can't say I
mind." He stares into my eyes while his hands are undoing the button on my
jeans. A few seconds of maneuvering and my pants and boxers are around my
ankles and my hardon is snug in his thick, muscled hand.

"Goddamn," I say, gasping as his handjob was starting to make me feel real
good. The only thing that brings me back to reality is my overwhelming
desire to see this stud of a man naked. I pull up his sweatshirt and am
greeted by the finest sight of male perfection that I only imagined
earlier. David has one jock stud body, only a little hardened by age and
covered with downy brown hair all over his chest and stomach.

The best treat though is beneath his jeans. As I unzip them, a majorly
large prick comes out to greet me and my eager hand. The fucker is hung
like a stallion and must be eleven inches fully up.

I think I even whistled, but any sighs I'm emitting are stiffled by the
invasion of David's massive dickhead as I fall to me knees and swallow inch
after inch of stud prick. At times, I'll pull up a little a lick a lot on
the head, and along the engorged piss slit. Other times, I'll establish a
regular rhythm, taking as much as I can on each stroke. It's all new to me,
but I'm so hot for this guy and his big cock and want to do my best
pleasuring him. Roaming around with my hands and getting a feel of his
steel thighs and taut butt I have to admit is a bonus.

My right hand finds his ball sac and the man-sized testicles pulled up taut
to his giant shaft. I know that feel from jacking off; he's about to blow
soon. Only David has other ideas. At that moment, he lifts me up off his
cock. Standing again, I face him and we dive again into a hot man-to-man
kiss. I can't against enough of his powerful tongue. Or his hairy pecs and
straining biceps. Or that megacock grinding into mine.

Once again, Craig's father begins to jack me. Only this time, he holds both
our pricks together as he runs his hand up and down in a smooth jerking
motion. Our bodies are locked together and I feel all along his muscled,
naked back. The feeling is too intense. I can tell we're both getting close
to shooting, and the thought of getting off with my best friend's dad is
sending me over the edge. I start thrusting my hips along David's hand and
pre-cum-slick prick. Spurt after spurt of cum flies out and coats our
chests and stomachs.

The minute my sperm sprays his torso, Mr. Burke moans and lets loose with
his own hot load. Either this stud is a regular cum factory or it's been a
while since he's gotten laid.  After we're done and have caught are breath,
we're both coated in gooey mansperm, all mingled in a white sheet on our
torsos.

"Man, Mark," David whispered in my ear, "you're so fucking hot. We've got
to do this again."

"Yeah, definitely," I say, "But first, let me clean the mess I left." And I
start to lick up the spooge covering my hunk's chest hairs.

"Oh yeah," David purrs, and his dick is rigid as ever. Maybe we won't have
to wait long for the next time.


Ch. 2

I licked the huge biceps, tasting all along from the smooth skin of the
bulge to the slightly sweaty area near his shoulder and armpit.  Slowly he
pushed the swelled dickhead in about an inch or two, then pulled back to
tease and open up my twitching asshole even more. It was already our third
fuck of the afternoon, but we were both hard and horny as ever. In fact,
ever since David Burke first shoved his meat up my teen-jock hole, it seems
we haven't been able to get enough.

Only problem was his son, Craig. He didn't have a clue of his father's gay
leanings and certainly had no idea his dad was dicking his best friend
every time his back was turned. And I mean every time. Some times were
regular fuck sessions, like each Tuesday and Thursday night, when Craig
worked part time at a nearby hardware store. or (best yet) the weekends
Craig visited with his out-of-town mother. Other times were more
spontaneous, like when Craig would step out and David would call me to come
over, or the times when I'd drop by near his office and ring him on his
cell phone.  We'd find some deserted restroom or a quick suck or fuck.

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