Date: Wed, 2 Sep 2015 18:38:48 +0000 From: mt <mtnuda@hotmail.com> Subject: Chapter 141 The Exam Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction although based on non-fictional events. It contains sexual acts involving males of high school age as well as older males, not to mention family members. There are scenes of involuntary humiliation and punishment, some of them graphic. If this subject matter is offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading it, please exit now. Now kid! You have been warned. This story is the property of the author under U.S. copyright laws, and may not be used elsewhere without written consent. Otherwise enjoy it to your hard's content. Emails expressing interest or wishing further information can be sent to: mtnuda@hotmail.com. AND IT MERITS REPEATING: NIFTY NEEDS YOUR SUPPORT! It takes a great deal of money and effort to keep all these stories coming your way so now's the time to send your financial support to Nifty; it would be very much appreciated by them especially now. These guys are doing a great job so show your support! (NOTE: This story involves a "prequel" regarding the O'Toole family – and friends – mentioned way way back in Chapter Ninety-Seven. Several readers expressed a burning desire (read: lust) to hear more about the character of Pat O'Toole. Although these stories are stand-alone, the reader is strongly advised to begin at the beginning all the way back in Chapter One. By reading Chapter Ninety-Seven alone (or for that matter Chapter Ninety-Eight for Coach Don Farbersten), the reader will have a better idea who the characters are and how they came to be in that crowded room with Pat being forced to explain to his roommates all the ordeals he had to endure to bring him to that crossroads in the Great White North. That being said, we continue with the story from the O'Tooles this time Pat's brother Sean – and the whole merry crew! Chapter 141 Saturday Sean's birthday continued 141 Pat fell off the bench the split-second his dad staggered to his feet, giving their older brother Mike such a look in the process like: this is all your doing! In a flash Mike and Tommy were flying in opposite directions but too late! Not that anyone had time to cover up before "Fuck!" "What?" "Who?" "Damn!" "Shit!" all at once from all directions as the large boots and then the stiff jeans-covered legs came into view. "VINCE!" "What?" Pat yelled at the same time "What?!?! Where's Mack?" realizing he just hanged himself with that one word. "Damn Tool what the fuckin hell you doin? What y'call THIS?" Vince Muller tried to yell over the screaming crashing banging but damn could he see it all in one frozen floodlit moment! In one split-second he took it all in, his horndog buddy naked with his bone oozing what? cum? and Pat half-off the bench looking like he had just been – and Mike's oldest son half-naked and what had to be the Brunner kid, and Sean angling the camcorder, naked and fully aroused not even touching himself, his focus on filming some sex show like this family home movie was your typical Saturday romp "don't say a word! Not one fucking word!" like they were too busy scrambling to answer him. "Goddamn Vince whatdafuckyadoinhere? I mean what I mean" drowned out by all the noise. Mike senior disentangled himself from all the bodies almost knocking Sean to the floor in the process as he lopped after Vince already turning back up the stairs "wait stop! NO don't LEAVE!" "Leave me alone!" Vince was already in the kitchen. "Will you stop! Let me – I can explain – just listen to reason!" catching up with him at the table. "Reason? REASON!?!" Vince turned on him like a mad bull "you call THAT reason?" glancing every few seconds at the open basement door. "No listen Vince seriously I can explain!" pinning him against the stove, both arms caging him in. "You Sean you Brunner Mike Pat" drawing out the last name like it burned his throat "Mike! How – " "It wasn't supposed to be – " "Whatdyamean wasn't supposed to? Damn Tool you actually PLANNED THIS?" "No I mean well" Mike looked down at himself, suddenly realizing he was standing naked in his kitchen almost pinning Vince in a bear hug. That alone would look bad; being almost still boned made it look even worse. And leaving trails of his slime on Vince's jacket... He dreaded who could see what through the kitchen windows! "look we can't stand here arguing – " one eye on the clock. "Damn right! I'm LEAVING!" trying to break free, one eye on the downstairs door. "No seriously Vince don't go!" "Why the fuck you'd – " "I need you to stay okay? I mean it because – " "Cannot BELIEVE what I saw Tool!" "Okay it's bad but – " "Bad? BAD?!?! Are you shitting me? It's fuckin criminal!!!" "For starters yeah." "You wanna go to prison fine but leave me outa – " "Damnit Muller!" this time Mike did slam him against the table, hearing the bang echoing downstairs "like you telling me your ass ain't already – " "No it ain't! Not like – " "You forgetting about Wednesday? Damnit I cannot believe we're even having this conversation after the fuckin warehouse yesterday! Either one of them could – " "Shuttup about that!" Vince lowered his voice. They were both in the same boat – and it was sinking fast around them. "You think I'd be doing that shit if I didn't – " "Yeah right! Like Pat like Sean were FORCING you to – " "You gotta stay!" "Why?" Vince flipped him back and then it was Mike's bare butt slammed into the stove "what the hell you need me – " "And why are you here in the first place Muller?" Mike felt hard metal knobs pressing into his flesh but he needed Vince on the defensive now. "I um Mack um his phone I mean..." "Explain it all later but cause now you're here you're staying got it?" one fist banging Vince's chest hard enough to get his attention. "Why?" like you already got a damn three-ring circus down there, he thought. "Stay and I'll explain! Damnit Muller you owe me!" "I owe YOU?!?! Huh? Ain't ya got that backwards Tool?" "Damnit you can't leave! I – " "You what?" Vince pressed forward until that fist had to vacate his big chest "talk to me Tool. If I stay, what?" like I already know but I gotta hear you say it! "You can..." "I ain't here to do your kid" again "not after what happened last night we clear on that?" "Okay you don't have to... I mean..." "Like you won't make me... uh actually DO" anymore "shit, right?" "Deal okay? C'mon we gotta" breaking free and seeing seven minutes had already elapsed started heading for the downstairs door. "Wait! I ain't agreed to any shit yet." "Huh?" "Unless..." Mike wheeled around, the door already open, already hearing voices – confused multiple voices downstairs. But that one word from Vince had Mike's heart pounding – like it wasn't already "unless..." "Say it just say the word Vince! I wanna know what you're really up to!" "Anything?ANY? THING???" suddenly Vince was holding like five aces! If he played this right, all his worries – all his family's worries! – would be gone for good. "Anything! Just we gotta get back down there" Mike's foot already on the first stair when Vince grabbed him from behind. "Not so fast Tool!" Vince had his arm in a grip even all that sweat and worse could not free Mike from "okay you all hot to get into nasty shit with your own kids, fine. You so hot to have guys watch like you need to have certain people in the audience, fine" letting Mike know he was not as stupid as he looked "but if my neck goes in that same noose, it's gonna be on my terms" not Kruisay's "we clear?" "Deal anything! What are your" narrowing his gaze "terms Muller?" "You so eager to take your own kid's ass, we're gonna see how eager you are when you're on the receiving end!" "Huh?" that was not part of the terms! "Deal is, if I stay you play by my terms, got it Tool?" "W-w-what terms? What you angling at Muller?" like Mike's life could get any worse. "You so hot to fuck, let's see how hot you are to get fucked!" "Huh what?" "Five – no make it ten times!" "Now? Here? You?" Mike's eyes all around the kitchen again realizing how exposed they were. He was! "Nope buddy not by a long shot! You're gonna – no wait! even worse! You and Pat – " "Pat? What – " "Ten separate times! Sometimes you sometimes Pat gonna bend over and take dick – " "YOU!?! You wanna fuck my son?!?!" "Don't make it sound like that! You were just down there fucking him in front of – " "That's different! That was – " "So ten times I'm gonna pick either you in front of Pat or Pat in front of you – " "Why you wanna – that was NOT part of –" "Ain't gonna be me buddy or maybe it will be" Vince's fist finding Mike's chest this time "whoever I tell you to!" "What? Look Muller that was not what I – " "Them's the terms – take'm or leave'm!" "No fuckin way Muller! I can't let" seeing Vince already turning and starting to leave "no WAIT!" "Well?" Vince already opening the outer door "yes or no Tool?" "Damnit damnit damnit damnit Muller damn this but... okay. But just me!" "No can do buddy. Sometimes you gotta stand there and let me or some guy fuck your kid in front of you! The warehouse was just the dress rehearsal. Think about it" and he started opening the storm door. "Wait! Damn! Okay!" "We got a deal?" closing the door against the cold draft. "Fuck..." "Not yet but we will" and it was Vince barreling back down the stairs with Mike in tow. Vince was the first to see the group downstairs. Unlike the shocking scene he had witnessed not nine minutes before, everyone was now more dressed than not. But he would have been a fool not to register those obscenely bright floodlights still in place and still pointing at that damn weight bench. "M-m-mister Muller..." Sean looked like he was about to get the whipping of his life "it's not what – " "Not what?" he came over and loomed over the small guy now dressed in cut-offs and a sleeveless T "I'm sure you were just... um... y'know... like a camera club project right?" "Huh?" looking at Pat to translate. "You were just taking photos of your dad and brothers for a kinda... um, school project, right?" "M-mister Muller we were uh we were just..." looking then at their dad like: is he gonna bust us? "And um... y'know" Vince glared at Mike senior "and things just got a bit carried away right?" "Look Mister Muller – Vince – it's not what it seems okay?" but at least half of them could tell Pat was overplaying his cards and it smelled major phony. "And you Pat!" Vince raised his hands "of all people! I know you would never get into anything even slightly unsavory! Nothing to jeopardize your situation at school! I know Mack woulda told me – " "Okay and what the hell you doing here anyway?" Tommy stood there his chest all pumped out, dressed in someone's too-tight briefs and sleeveless sweatshirt, his thick arms all tense and flexed "who told you to – " "Nobody `told' me nothing" slightest of glance at Pat, spilling serious beans in the process "I just got to intercepting a text Pat here like was sending to Mack that – " "That said what, exactly" and then it was Mike senior's turn to glare at Pat. "I just told Mack I was – " "You were `busy', huh?" Vince ignored the looks and went over to Sean, his beefy paw on Sean's burning shoulder "and I got a good idea what `busy' means now, huh?" looking back to Tommy "but you! Hell Brunner no way I would ever guess a big jock like you would be mixed up in all this sex shit! Damn boy your dad know about all – " "NO! Don't tell him please Mister Muller! He would – " "He would what?" "Please don't! He'd like kill me if – " "Well I don't think you want this getting back to him anymore than Mike here wants it getting out he's into sex shit with his own damn kids!" "It's not – " "So this is SO not getting out we clear on that? Like I'd want this getting back to my family or associates even. So if we all agree nobody said shit to nobody... then..." looking at Mike senior "sorry I'm so interrupting your `school project' here. I'll just sit back here" taking a spot right in the middle of Sean's bed "just ignore me... just a fly on the way, like..." "But" Sean was trying to stand between Vince and his camera as best he could. But even if he was as big as Tommy Vince could tell someone was taking sex pics, the way he kept looking at those lights. So.. "Where's the camera?" "What camera?" too many voices answered. "I only got a quick glimpse before but..." Vince closed in on Sean "but what I could see looked like a lot of naked guys getting off on O'Toole here and Pat doing exercises on your bench so..." "Look Mister Muller – " "Call me Vince kid" he continued to close in on Sean "so you and Mike junior fuck buds, huh?" "Fuck no!" from Mike "I mean I – we – I mean – " "Hey not like kids in high school don't y'know" nailing Mike senior in his gaze "sometimes the beer makes guys do funny things, right Mike?" "Whatya getting at?" "This" and Vince grabbed Sean's camera in one awkward lunge. "Hey! Don't!" But before Sean could muscle it from Vince's big hairy paw Vince had managed to hit the replay button and a flood of images – naked incrimating images – began to flash across the screen. "Damn O'Toole you don't – I mean this shit is pretty nasty shit! Like you and your namesake exchanging blowjobs for one... damn..." tilting the camera back and forth until Sean managed to yank it away from him. "S-s-sean p-put those away" but Mike senior's voice was cracking. Vince could see him starting to change his mind but too late for that now. Vince looked around the room catching one nervous busted guilty look after another. His response was to shrug and unloop his belt. He heard the air gulps around the room as he kicked out of his shoes and then down came his zipper. "Looks like dress code is real informal like" as he stepped out of his pants, ignoring the various responses. His baggy white boxers were on the floor next. As he suspected the eyes most glued to his hairy junk were Sean's and Tommy's, not in that order. He gave his fat-headed battering ram a tug or two and then looked at Mike senior "so I guess nobody ain't needing any shorts anymore huh? I don't have long before Mack's gonna start wondering where I got off to so" nailing Mike senior in his gaze "when I barged in before you and Pat where putting on some kinda – " "NO!" from at least Pat and Mike junior. "Look Vince..." but Mike senior already saw Sean downloading his camera and loading more cards "it's not what you... I mean..." "I told alla you, nothing leaves this room" staring at Tommy "nothing gets back to rents like, ain't that right?" "It was my idea, okay?" Sean took his place, the camera up to head level "my birthday and – " "Enough jawing, it's show-time" nodding at the bench "because I did not get a good look before – good enough look I mean. To really see what I thought I saw okay? Do it!" and with those two words, the look went from Vince to Mike senior and then to Pat. Pat muttered something at his brothers and then turning his back on the group down came his running shorts. As soon as that shiny butt came under the lights, a chorus of grunts and groans echoed around the room. Vince seeing that knew this was actually going to happen, a bit too easily he thought. His response was to get Tommy's nervous glance "you yeah YOU BRUNNER! Here!" pointing to a spot in front of him. Tommy glanced at Mike junior – just as Vince expected – and then surprisingly at Mike senior before he came over to where Vince was on the periphery of the group. Out of the lights and close to Sean's bed and nightstand. For a second Tommy thought Vince was going to throw him on the bed and start doing him right in front of everyone, but then Vince whistled "damn kid don't that pole ever go down?" because Pat could not lay his stomach down fast enough to prevent everyone seeing his growing hardon "ain't you shot off yet with – " "No..." Pat did not dare look at his dad." "Well that's gonna change right now" watching Mike junior hesistate. Vince could see how torn he was, very nervous now that Mack's dad was suddenly intruding on what Mike thought was an already bad situation. Even having his bud Tommy witnessing half this shit was way beyond his comfort zone. But now Muller's dad? Mike let Tommy drag him down here thinking the two could just stay far from the action maybe keep really REALLY bad shit from happening and maybe share a nervous laugh about it later... but this? This was NOT what Mike had braced himself for. Even what physical contact had just happened between them was a bit uncomfortable – and seeing how Tommy could not get enough at all this was forcing him to face the idea that maybe just maybe Tommy and his dad really did get into sex shit last night. Just imaging that, but actually having to witness this? He was trying to signal Tommy to put some space between him and Mack's dad when "you!" "Huh what? Me?" Mike junior saw Mister Muller's expression. And it was not real friendly. "You heard your brother. He ain't shot off yet." "So? What's that got to do – " "Hey you Sean!" "M-m-me?" he was fumbling with the camera like it was the only thing that mattered. "Don't ya want a pic of the musclehead here like having to lube up Pat's horsecock?" "Sean!" Mike barked at him like: don't you dare!" "Yeah you bet!" "Don't just stand there! Get him good and lubed! So lubed and hot he's like seconds from shooting, we clear? But don't let him cum, y'hear me?" "C'mon Mister Muller! I ain't part of – " "You are now!" Vince glanced at Mike senior next "and the same goes for your dad too!" "Huh? What! No!" from several areas at once. "You ready?" Vince looked at Sean next. The kid could not load and position his camera fast enough. "Y-y-yeah" he said almost loud enough to be heard over the objections. "Okay strip'm lube'm" Vince growled at Mike junior. Mike looked at Tommy like this-is-your-doing-you're-going-down and went over to Pat getting up from the bench. As he feared and suspected Pat was already half-hard and what was worse looked like still oozing and dripping slime from his dick. Mike was handed the lube from what he noticed was Sean's shoebox collection under the bed and barely got his hand around his brother's long tube before the damn thing started growing and filling out for real. Mike hated how easy it was for Pat to throw a rod because it only reminded him he was just as bad. As soon as that obscene stick was hard and shiny, Vince grunted at Mike senior to stand next to them and with greasy fingers Mike junior tugged down his dad's shorts next. He did not even try to disguise how hard this got him, even with Sean's face close enough he could feel his hot breath on his balls. Mike senior pulled his sweatshirt over his head as his son first tentatively and then more aggressively started to lube up his hardon. With Vince's continued grunts Mike crouched down between them and turned until all three were facing that camera as well as their audience, with Mike reaching backwards using both of his greased hands to jerk them simulateously until he felt his dad's cock start to throb in his grip "that getting ya hot, O'Toole?" "Fuck fuck don't stop" Mike senior was slowly lunging his crotch forward into his son's hard grip, feeling his balls start to tighten. "Ya getting close?" "Oh fuck yeah!" "And you Pat? You like your big muscle brother jerking ya huh?" but Pat could only grunt in time to Mike's jerkings "really hot having him worship your cock, huh? With everyone watching and seeing how hot you are watching your dad getting greased huh? Enough to get you to shoot your load huh?" "Oh damn!" Pat squeezed his eyes shut as Mike's hand went from his cock to grabbing his balls. "Okay both of you! Now! On the bench! Like before when I walked in!" "NO!" from everyone except Tommy. He had been slowly easing his backside into Vince's crotch. He was not surprised or disappointed when he felt a distinct warm lump start against his hip. And when Vince's hand came around to rub the front of Tommy's front, rubbing his hardening nipples beneath his t-shirt then down his round smooth belly and then kept going to the front of those thin shorts and even work his fingers through the fly until it was bare flesh on bare flesh. Tommy doubled forward, his cock leaking serious pre-cum all over Vince's fingers turning his head away from those bodies on that bench. Vince forced him to stand up straight, forcing Tommy's cock and even his balls out through the fly, both now watching Pat lay his naked front down on that already greasy smeared bench. When his dad got down on top of him and started to rub his dick up and down Pat's smooth crack, even Mike knew it was pointless to try to stop them. "Oh damn that is so fucking hot" Tommy remembered saying the exact words the first time he saw Mike senior lower himself down into Pat's crack"UC you are the stud!" barely noticing his friend Mike's reaction. Because all he could do was stay crouched and far away from Sean's camera, his insane hardon barely concealed by thos running shorts, letting everyone – especially Mister Muller for crissakes – know how jacking them off really got his rocks going. He thought about handing Pat those dumbbells again but realized they were already too far gone. "Yeah dad do it! Like before!" Sean zoomed in, his dad focusing on bending his bright red cockhead deep into Pat's crack "do it! All the way! In!" which is what he did. He thrust his long greased cock deep into Pat's ass, knowing he was already lubed and opened. And again once his cock was buried in his son's quivering hole his fuck machine again took over and he began a wild pumping in and out of that smooth tight ass, the muscles in his furry butt clenching and flexing, matching those in his back and shoulders with the bright lights making every single muscle pop and sizzle. Hoping to prolong his scary impending orgasm, Mike pulled all the way out knowing Sean got it before he plunged it in again balls deep biting his lip to buy a few more seconds, totally aware every thrust was being witnessed by their audience. He knew he was totally damned now that all the evil group had been assembled and somewhere Kruisay was jacking off knowing he had succeeded; he had got one family to sink into the depths of total depravity just he expected. He squeezed his eyes shut, hearing more than seeing the groans coming from Vince and that horny kid Tommy, both getting off watching him fucking his own son with his other sons watching! This was happening too fast; he had been thrusting maybe seven or eight more times before he felt Pat gasp beneath him and then his tight ring clenched tight as he felt Pat's cock erupt against that slippery seat. "Pull out!" Sean yelled but Mike was already shooting off like he could not stop. He somehow managed to pull free, hoping the pounding in his reddened neck and chest would stop the deafening banging as Sean got a few pics of the last shot or two leave his purple distended cockhead and smear Pat's crack. "Wow O'Toole when you fuck you FUCK!" Vince grunted and pushed Tommy forward so they got a better look at that fat cum-smeared head, that red pole flexing and spasming the last glob of white cream out the end of his cock against Pat's left cheek. "Wow dad..." Sean was panting and gasping for air, almost as red as Tommy jumping away from Vince's front, his hands plastered over his exposed junk "this time your really came in Pat!" gasping and shaking the camcorder for dear life. "You fucked him dad" Mike was equally shocked "you fucked Pat! You fucked him right in front of..." not daring to look Vince in the eye. Or rather his crotch right at eye level. Mike junior looked up at his crotch and then at Tommy's crotch, thinking how big and menacing they both looked from that angle. And how weak and puny he felt sitting on the hard floor "okay time out! I gotta – " "Fuck no we keep going!" but it was their dad, out of breath and still oozing jizz from his barely flagging hardon, who was insisting they keep going. "What? No dad enough! This has gone too far" finding Tommy in the semi-gloom "right Tommy?" "Sean?" remembering who was in charge "Mister M-" "Once he gets in gear" Vince was redder, and much harder, than anyone expected him to be, considering "look out below!" "Sean this is your show" Mike senior just stood there dripping sweat, his cock still bobbing and oozing "well?" "Yeah more I... uh... like Mike" Sean saw his big brother trying to look small and invisible sitting on the floor. "Leave me outa – " "Those fuckin curls were sloppy as shit Mike" suddenly Mike senior was the most foul-mouthed they had ever heard. Well maybe except Vince "let's see if your incline rows are – " "Huh? What me?" Mike looked at Sean like it was his fault. Which it was. "Yeah you! Get over here!" Mike senior pointed at slimy bench still showing splotches where Pat had shot his load. "Dad! It's all gross and..." covered with your cum and Pat's. "Okay you're right, lose those fine clean clothes" which you slipped back on when you thought no one was looking. Mike senior was in full-bore mode now "hurry up you're cooling off." "Dad c'mon!" looking around, but not meeting Tommy or Vince's gaze "not with them here..." "Unless birthday boy there don't want..." "Do it Mike" Sean was beat red and pushing out the front of his shorts something fierce "birthday boy sez – " "Look I never wanted come down here to..." "Why did you come down here Mike, huh?" their dad was sweating and huffing but not about to let him off the hook "huh Mike?" "I wanted – we wanted – y'know just to" praying for Tommy to cut in and explain it all. Because Mike could not "I mean you guys were I don't know getting into serious shit – I mean stuff down here and..." "And you thought you could keep the lid on it?" "Yeah exactly." "Like you did last Saturday, Mike?" Sean was still harboring a grudge about that. Or at least hoping to convince their dad he was. "Hey shut up squirt!" "He don't want you to know about how Kruisay – " "Zip it! I mean it Sean!" "Big muscled dude making us..." damn Mike was seconds from decking Sean "and Mike here, instead of keeping a `lid' on it, he gets all like yes-sir no-sir as soon as – " "Damnit okay fine!" Mike pulled off his stained crumpled t-shirt, hesitating with his – or somebody's – stained dirty shorts. That lasted about four seconds before his dad made it clear those had to go. After a bit of arguing Mike got to keep the jock revealed once those shorts were history. Mike had little choice but to turn his back to the group and give them a fine view of his butt encased in those straps before he plopped face-down onto the bench his naked dad had angled upwards during his fifteen seconds of hesitation. As soon as he did there was his dad's slimy crotch in his face as he took the barbell off the rack and set it on the floor in front of him. He dreaded having to get his face too near that smelly mess, fearing his dad wanted to have the room next see him suck his dad's slimy cock right then and there. But as soon as Mike grabbed the bar and began to lift it up those few feet towards the underside of the bench something worse than a mere blowjob happened. Once his focus was on the lifts and his hands were busy he felt his dad's hands on his thighs easing them apart "no! Dad don't" but dad was not in a mood to be contradicted. "Ten more and don't stop til I tell you! And don't let go of that bar or else!" and then Mike felt it. Those hands were rubbing his thighs and moving upwards until they were at the back of the pouch rubbing the underside of his sack! Mike clenched his muscle butt as tight as he could to prevent anything worse happening, but then those fingers eased higher into the crease of his butt. As Mike raised the bar again he felt one hand leave his now exposed crack and as quickly it was back but now it was cool and slick with "NO! DAD NO!" because this was was Mike always fantasized about when the two did their half-naked workouts. That one time maybe just maybe his dad would notice how much work Mike put into working his butt muscles and somehow the impossible might happen and his dad would force Mike to... "I mean it! Don't you fuckin dare stop!" and a greasy finger found Mike's unprotected hole and in a few short jabs was buried to the third knuckle. Mike bucked and almost dropped the barbell as his dad's lube finger and then two fingers were shoved into him and Mike gasped. But the worst of it was Mike dreaded his dad could feel how puffy and loose his ring had become and must realize that Mike's ass had been fucked very recently "damn tight back there Mike" his dad lied. When he had shoved the third finger in and gotten even more lube up Mike's muscle ass he slowed "okay last one." "Dad no..." Mike whimpered hoping no one could hear. "Drop the bar and stand up!" which Mike heard as: you're off the hook. "Whew! Damn dad for a second there..." Mike felt his dad backing away giving him enough room to get to his wobbling feet. In spite of himself he looked around the room, seeing something in Tommy's eyes. A lot of lust and just a hint of disappointment "what? You really thought I – " "Okay now" but there was his dad in front of him again. And damn, but if Mike did not notice his dad's cock was far from drooping down, even though it was maybe five minutes since he just shot his load into Pat's hole! Like the realization of what he had just done in front of everyone might have cause even a hint of post-orgasm guilt! But no, it looked like it only was making him hornier! So what the guys had been saying, about how once his dad got revved up it only got worse, so that was really true? So that meant some of the guys in this room had been around when his own dad had been into serious sexual out-of-control shit, like all of them again and again? "now those sloppy dead lifts!" "Huh? What?" like: we're still not through? "Straight-leg! You know the drill!" "Dad!" looking around the room "you serious?" "Dead serious" and before Mike could react his dad shoved the barbell back into his sweaty fists "do it!" "Sean!" like he might help. Sean's reaction was to take a position on one knee right next to Mike "c'mon!" looking around the room "Tommy?" "Hey I'm just here to..." "He's – we are just here to..." Vince glared at Mike senior "you know why." "P-p-pat?" Mike was hoping his brother again might play his last card to halt things now that Mike was caught in the bright lights "c'mon Pat say something! Do something!" "It's Sean's show, don't look at me..." "Dad?" Mike knew he was out of options. "You know how this works. Keep your legs locked – wider gimme wider stance – okay now and bend forward" even pushing Mike's back down until it was almost horizontal. As he leaned forward everyone could see how Mike had to shove his butt backwards to keep his balance. And everyone watched as Mike senior, his right hand smearing his cock with more lube in such as way that everyone knew was was going to happen, took his spot behind his son and reached his forearm around Mike's waist "gimme ten." "Dad... c'mon.. dad DAD!" as he felt the head of his dad's cock rub his crack "no... please dad... not like..." "It's up to you son" big Mike O'Toole, hairy muscular stud and now so turned on an entire football squad would not stop him, pressed forward until his cock found that greased hole "you call the shots. If not right here right now" he lowered his voice until only Mike and maybe Sean closing in for the kill, could hear him whispering "then never, got it? I know those workouts what you were thinking hoping maybe might well either now – " "But everyone here!" " – or never son. If you ain't man enough to make your forbidden secrets happen here and now it ain't ever again happening, we clear?" bending forward until his face was against Mike's ear "so either lean back and take it or drop the bar and walk away. You listening son?" "Oh... dad..." Mike closed his eyes, knowing Tommy was going to see it actually happen. All their jokes about what a horndog his dad was and how Tommy wanted to one day see him in some compromising position, even half-naked in the bathroom just to get a big laugh out of it and now somewhere out there in the half-darkness he was actually going to witness Mike bend over and let his dad invade his ass! Mike tightened his grip on that bar and slowly lifted it up to his chest and as he did his ass pressed backwards and there was that cockhead at his hole, his sore, puffy, stretched hole and before he could re-balance his stance he felt it! That thick fat head pressed into his ring and a sharp pain ripped through him as he felt his dad's cock open him. Mike gasped and almost dropped the bar with the pain, tears forming in his eyes, blurring the images of bodies closing around him, barely hearing the gasps and moans as the whole world watched his dad press another inch into him. "Oh fuck he's doing it he's actually doing it" from Vince. He pressed into Tommy's backside expecting him to push he away but Tommy was hypnotized by what was happening not six feet in front of them. "Oh fuck Mike look at you! Wow!" Tommy groaned, knowing his ass might be next the way Mister Muller's cock was smearing precum into his crack. "Wow Mike" the best Pat could manage. Because he was seeing it actually happen. It was one thing for Pat to be forced to do anything and everything with his dad but that was Pat! That was not Mike! No way he ever expected Mike to agree to half of this. After all it was Pat who was doing everything possible just to keep Mike from something just like this! But the way Mike was not screaming and protesting was like the blinders coming off as far as Pat was concerned. This was in a way even worse than what he did last night because not it meant NOBODY was immune to what was going on everwhere. As for Sean, he was barely breathing but the constant clicks from the camera were doing the talking for him. Because now it was hitting him right in the crotch that what happened last Saturday was not a fluke; this was something that had been happening with Pat – as he always suspected – and even Mike! Mister straight-as-shit don't-touch-my-perfect-body Mike! "Eight more" Mike senior tightened his grip around Mike junior's waist, giving him little room to back away from his cock entering him. "Oh daddy..." Mike was crying as he lifted the heavy weight up again. And again his butt was forced backwards and it seemed like a log went deep into his rectum! He screamed but that telephone pole was not budging. By now Mike was gasping for air and had no choice but to lower the bar again. He lowered his hands to the floor bent in half trying to catch his breath, but that cannon inside him was taking over his head completely. He rested on his hands only to hear "Seven more son. You're doing great! You are the stud!" Somehow that gave him enough energy to grab the bar and lift it an inch off the floor. He knew once he lifted it to his chest again, it would only get worse. He clenched his muscles knowing what was coming and as the bar came up that log inside him forced itself another two feet deeper into him. Mike gasped but as he lowered the weight he felt the pain lessen. But maybe a tenth if that. But enough for him to rest the bar on the floor and feel that huge dick inside him ease out by maybe half a foot. "Okay make it good! This one is for the money" and Mike rocked the bar upwards, his ass thrusting backwards and then he felt something like a forearm jam itself so deep into him he thought he would lose his breakfast! He dropped the bar with a loud bang to the floor as his dad yanked him erect and back into his chest. Mike stood standing straight with his dad fully buried in him, the front of Mike's jock all but transparent with his sweat and his cock jutting straight forward, the cockhead threatening to rip a hole in the front. "Oh damn!" Tommy snapped when he saw that. He broke away from Vince's groping and before anyone could stop him he dropped to his knees and buried his face in Mike's crotch! "NO!" Mike screamed as he felt his cock yanked free and swallowed by that hot mouth. Like he always knew once his cock and that mouth connected it would totally overwhelm it. Even overwhelm the paint of that thick relentless piston hammering away at his prostate like Mike always feared it would. Between the steady fucking and the over-eager drooling orifice working over his now very sensitive cock and then damn! Tommy would not stop! He was licking and sucking on Mike's exposed and sweaty balls his fist pumping at Mike's cockhead. And when that monster up his ass completely pulled out, leaving his hole gaping and spasming, then with a long photographed lunge his dad's meat went all the way into him and Mike screamed and felt every pelvic muscle clench as that cock pumped every drop of cum out of him and into that hot waiting mouth five six seven times he felt his balls turn inside out, his cock as painful as he ass, clenching down so tight on his dad's cock he thought it would "Oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK!" Mike pulled out of his son's hole and started cumming all over those red battered glutes "Sean!" he screamed several times before Sean realized his dad wanted him to move the camera to make sure he got pics of his cock shooting off, then plunging back into Mike's ass then pulling out as his thick fist squeezed the last of his orgasm out of his now very sore cock and smearing the evidence onto his son's puffy swollen hole. Tommy almost didn't get his mouth back onto Mike's cock in time with the first shot hitting him in the forehead but the rest went right down his throat, swallowing as much as he could before it just spilled out of his mouth and down his chin. When Sean's camera got shoved in his face, the full force of what he was doing hit him hard. This was the time for him to run and hide – especially realizing it was Mike who would go postal on him – but then last night came back to him. And he realized he had already sold his ass to Mike in the driveway so what's the worst that could happen, right? But Mike was so devastated by what he had done all he could do was use his last bit of strength to push Tommy away from him and stagger away, his jockstrap around his knees. When he saw his reflection in the mirror of Sean's bathroom he wanted to puke. But instead he put himself in the shower, hoping the hot water would wash away this bad dream. "Damn O'Toole you just hanged yourself but good!" Vince stood there, his hard cock dripping pre-cum like he was so innocent of what just happened "is that what you wanted me – " "Dad you need to catch your breath" Sean cut him off, again sensing he was going to lose the momentum and his dad would finally come to his senses "lay down on the bench." "Sean!" Pat tried to protest. But when he saw his dad stagger over to the still slimy bench and lay down – on his back luckily he guessed – and let all the tension just escape from his like a crashing hot-air balloon, Pat tried to help by handing his dad the cleanest towel he could find. "Good idea!" Sean looked at Pat then Tommy "need your help." "Huh? Me?" thinking now he had actually blown Mike in front of the whole fucking world there was nothing left to do. "Use this?" handing him a short rope. "What for?" "Sean! No!" Pat could see Sean was not about to let up. He checked the bed-side clock and saw it was barely past twelve-thirty "c'mon enough!" "Sean?" their dad lifting his head as he finished wiping himself clean of all the cum and worse smearing his front "don't you think you've..." "Tie that towel around dad's head" Sean ignored Pat's protests, knowing Tommy owed him big-time from last night "ain't you glad you get inviting to our parties, big guy? Like last night when – " "Okay you made your point" Tommy took the rope and approached big naked sweaty Mike O'Toole senior balanced on the weight bench. He expected him to yank that rope from his hand and shove it down his throat, but instead he just sat there and closed his eyes. Like somehow Sean's word was law and he was powerless to resist. So Tommy tied the towel tight around Mike's eyes and then his entire head, making sure he had room to breathe "damn like this is where I came in, huh?" "Pat y'gonna help?" "Leave me outa this!" "Mister Muller?" "Vince, already!" he stayed in the background, realizing he had already been caught in too many pics with Tommy before and decided his on-screen performances were over. He waved his hands and looked around for his shorts. "Leave'm off okay?" from Tommy, once he finished his knot skills. "Huh? Why?" but Tommy just shrugged. Vince hoped to turn that shrug into another blow-job so he dropped his shorts back to the floor. "Okay dad y'ready for the..." "For what Sean?" Mike twisted his head this way and that to figure out where he was standing. "Raise your arms dad" Sean had retrieved some ropes from that box beneath his bed. Pat gasped when he saw some of the things but Sean shushed him fast. He gave some to Tommy at the same time he gave his precious camera to Pat "can I trust you?" "Why Sean? Why are you – c" "Just keep taking pics. I got a huge card in there okay?" seeing Pat hesitate "I'll owe you." "You already do!" "Make it even more then, okay?" finally Pat took the camera and took a pic of Tommy already tieing his dad's left hand to the barbell he and Vince dragged back to the bench. At first Mike protested and quarreled but when Sean got his right hand tied above him as well Mike knew this could get nasty fast. Like he had any energy left to fight at this point. All he could think about was how he already damned himself in front of his sons and their friends, so when he felt hands nudging one leg over the bench until he was straddling it, and then hands tieing his feet to the foot of the bench he knew he was powerless to stop whatever Sean was planning next. So when he felt something warm and wet on his exhausted cock and start to tease the foreskin he knew he was tied on his back for a reason. "Damnit Sean you know what you're doing?" Mike heard so he knew it was not Pat. And he doubted it was Vince – maybe Tommy? – going to town on his cock. That meant Sean was again trying to suck him off. But his cock was barely responding. "Lemme help I got an idea" Mike heard Tommy behind him. So that meant it was definitely Sean's mouth he felt. "Huh what?" the warm breath on his wet pubes. "UC might remember this" he heard rummaging somewhere on his left then a shoe hitting the floor. The memory of the night came back to him with sudden dread. "NO! Not the shoeslaces again Tommy!" but then he felt it. Those fat fingers were encircling his goods and he felt cold shoelaces beneath his loose scrotum, then encircling the base of his cock. Again there was fumbling next to him, but when he felt that cold lube start to stretch his cock, yanking it and tugging it as the laces finished their tightening Mike knew his cock had little choice but to respond. "Wow cool!" then it was Sean's hand doing its slow jacking as Tommy checked the knots, then checked those nuts as well "Timmy said you two got – " "Well he's got a big mouth!" seeing if Vince heard that. He had and gave Tommy a mean nod. Tommy left his spot next to Mike and rejoined Vince "look it's not what it sounds like, okay?" "I think I wanna see you in action some time" Vince grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled Tommy back into him "but without witnesses, y'get my meaning." "W-w-what about M-m-mack?" "What about him?" "Wouldn't he freak if – " "Like I said just you and me. Nobody's gotta get wind of it" tightening his grip "especially your dad." "Fuck" but whether it was a reaction to that arm around his gut or watching Sean drop his shorts and again there was that eternal bone on that kid like Timmy's endless hardon. Damn, to be young again, Tommy sighed. "Damnit Sean no!" Pat lowered the camera, seeing his baby brother all but naked. When he saw where Sean was smearing the lube he knew he had to intervene "don't do it!" "Just keep taking pics, we clear?" "I mean it! NO!" "Tough" and before Pat could stop him, Sean had straddled the bench, his legs on either side of his dad's waist. He gave a hard look at Pat "okay here!" pointing at a spot between his dad's knees "serious Pat, I want pics of this okay?" "Why?" from Pat. "Of what?" from their blindfolded dad "no Sean NO!" feeling warm flesh closing in his crotch. When he felt Sean's fist start jacking his heavily lubed cock, with the way it was tied it had no choice but to grow hard. And stay hard! Very soon a hard red tube was sticking straight up from his crotch and then he could hear the clicks somewhere down by his feet. "Sean you wouldn't be able to..." Pat almost feared he might. Because if he could lower himself down onto their dad's gargantuan cock that meant Sean had been having things – huge things! – up his ass already. Which meant Pat's sacrifices all this week, starting with his ordeal back at the park on Saturday, had been in vain! That more than anything made Pat want to stop this right now! And where the fuck was that Mike when he needed him. He wanted to go yank him from the bathroom but the way Sean kept barking orders at him to keep taking pics and from what angles Pat could barely budge. And when he saw the head of their dad's cock press into Sean's crack he knew he did not want to stop this. Even when that Tommy dickhead and even Vince came pressing in for a good look, Pat knew his hands were tied. "Damn Sean you can't do that! That's gonna kill you!" Tommy tried but then he felt Vince's paw on his front. About the same time he felt Vince direct his hand to Vince's crotch. But no one forced Tommy to dig his fingers into that crotch and pull out that thick hairy cock and with little effect get it sticking straight out of his fly. Pat took pic after pic as Sean's ass started to rub itself up and down Mike's tied cock. Mike groaned and protested, knowing what Sean had it mind but no way could Sean make it happen. Even though that was exactly what Mike needed him to do. But if Mike had been in change he would have spent hours loosening him up and getting him good and ready. But he did not have hours. In fact he realized he had maybe all of ten minutes to shoot his load – his third and final load! – fucking his youngest if he would ever free all of them from this horrible arrangement. Because there was no way on earth for Mike to ever assemble a group like this ever again. So as impossible as he knew it would be Mike had to penetrate his son's unprepared ass with his now trussed and bloated cock and even worse get himself to shoot his third in now nine minutes! Sean knew this was his only chance to do the impossible. And somehow doing in front of Tommy and even Mister Muller, would make it seem even nastier and dirtier. He wished he had the time to have maybe Tommy's less-than-humongous dick or even – he smirked to himself – Timmy's eternal bone to get him ready before taking on the big kielbasa but he knew it was now or never. He found the lube and greased his dad's drum-tight cockhead and then as much as he could shove into his hole with one, then two fingers, and before he lost his nerve, or before Pat stopped him, he lowered his butt down and with a gasp, felt it open his ring! He expected the searing pain but instead felt only something like a dull but prolonged throbbing as he inched down a bit more and felt that head press through the ring. He gasped but not with pain; his gasp was from surprise! "Do it! Get a pic of it it me now!" Sean was bright red and puffing like he had sprinted for days but the sensation he was feeling was not what he was expecting. He heard the gaspes from Tommy and the deep rumbling groan from Mister Muller and then "What the FUCK!" and through his bleary eyes there was Mike with a towel around his waist looking like he would pound him any second "Sean! PAT!" like this was his doing "TOMMY!" "Get over here!" and it was Vince shouting him down. Of all people "this is the kid's show so shut up! You already had your chance!" "To stop this?" Mike looked at his friend "Tommy how could you let him! You know he's too – " "Too horny to stop him" Tommy did not bother to hide his hardon watching this. Or hide the fact his hand was tightly encircling and jacking off Vince behind him. Mike tried to intervene but only got pics of himself, his towel falling to floor at the worst moment, standing over his dad's head. "Yeah stand there" Sean took all of a half-second to realize where Mike's bare crotch was in relation to his dad's head. About the same time it took Mike to see all the ropes keeping their dad immobilized. He knew by the time he got his dad untied, Sean would have bobbed up and down on that same dick that tore him a new rectum, enough to blow his load all over all three of them. "Dad?" Sean hoped his dad could still hear him, the way he was a mass of spasms and grunts beneath him. "Yeah...?" "Lean your head back... yeah... like that. Just do it dad..." which is what big straight naked Mike O'Toole did. As soon as he tilted backwards he could feel a warm crotch right there. "Do it Mike! Like you always wanted to." "Damn you Sean" but Mike O'Toole, all muscles and cock, pressed his crotch forward until his cock found his dad's open mouth. He was not hard when he did but that lasted all of ten seconds before he felt he cock again start to respond to a wet mouth on it. This blowjob thing was starting to take him over and he realized a day could not go by with someone sucking his load from him. And that person was not six feet away from him, now jacking Mack's dad for all to see. But even closer was his kid brother jacking himself like crazy, bobbing up and down on their dad's cock like he was out of time. When Tommy saw Mike start to fuck his dad's mouth he lost it! His first rope of cum shot far enough to hit UC right on his shoulder! He looked to Mike expecting to see his scowl of disgust but he was too busy watching Sean fucking himself up and down on their dad's cock. As soon as Tommy remembered himself in that same position, that tied stretched cock deep inside his own ass as well he felt several more shots explode from his cock, smearing the floor now. Before he realized what he was doing he was on his knees and Mack's dad's cock was in his mouth and his hands were on those hairy cheeks pulling him deeper and deeper down his throat. Like he cared how it looked to anyone. When Mike felt his cock enter Sean's tight hole he prayed Sean would buck off him when he realized it would not fit. But when he felt his numb encircled cock slide deep into the tightest thing he ever experienced he almost blacked out with the shock. And when Sean began his slow and the faster and faster bobbing up and down on him, Mike could not believe what was happening. But then the full realization of his situation hit him; he had already shot off twice in the last half-hour! And not only that, he had cum more in the last few days than he had in the last year! How the hell could be ever expect to shoot off another load? Even if – horror upon horror – he actually did shoot a load into this virgin ass now lowering itself down the length of his tied cock and – even worse! – send these images on to Kruisay! At that point Mike realized he had to really concentrate of going through with this – ignore Pat pointing that camera at him – ignore the flashes going off in his face and crotch – ignore the whimpers and moans radiating through Sean's whole body and down to his ass – ignore all the people packed into this cramped humid room not only watching but jacking off to what he was doing to Sean and then when his head was tilted backwards there was his oldest's crotch in his face and then cock half-way down his throat. Mike just closed his eyes and ignored everything except the feelings coming from his numb cock and his stretched throat. When the two slow steady thrusting motions somehow got into the same rhythm something started happening to his brain. It was like Mike's entire focus was on both of those sensitive areas, his mouth and his cockhead. And somehow they were starting to blur together, like his entire body was one big cock, and one big throat at the same time. He wanted to gasp and pull away but not only was he tied down but he started to, well not enjoy it, but Mike started to let himself sink deep into the blurring. He was no longer aware of the cramping in his arms or the ropes cutting into his ankles or even the stickiness tugging at the hairs on his back, only his mouth and cock back and forth back and forth. He was so far into this altered state he did not even feel the surge of cum when it finally was pumping out of his cock and deep into Sean's butt. Sean was so into the sensation of finally getting his dad's cock to open him up he was not paying attention until his brother Mike materialized out of the fog in front of him. He somehow got his brain working enough to get his dad's head tilted backwards and Mike's cock pointed down into his dad's mouth. He saw Mike's eyes roll back in his head, and his cock start filling out as he responded to what looked like a serious blow job in progress. But Sean was not so far gone he was not still directing Pat where to position the camera and when to snap the pics. Especially when he saw Mike's cock emerge all the way from their dad's mouth as hard and red as he ever saw it, shiny with their dad's spit. Seeing that Sean knew he could not last much longer and he grabbed Mike's hand and slammed it onto his cock and at the same time his own hands were all over Mike's perfect pecs and hard nipples. Obviously Mike enjoyed that and had to pull his cock free before he lost another load. But Mike's hand jacking him off in time to Sean's butt rising and falling the length of that monster cock inside him was too much for Sean to handle and before Mike could yank his hand free Sean screamed and started blowing his load all over Mike's hand, then his dad's chest hair and even as far as Mike's crotch. He was just coming down from his orgasm high when he felt that torpedo inside him swell and hot spurts start to splash inside him! He pulled off screaming at Pat to get closer to get one last pic of his dad's cumming from that reddish purple cock oozing down the head. Pat even got a semi-focused shot of Sean's hole leaking the evidence of his dad's latest orgasm. "Okay who's next?" Vince snarled, like the mere question was too obnoxious to deserve an answer "Tommy boy here, huh?" he pushed Tommy like a virgin into the volcano. "Funny" he looked at Mike "huh UC? Y'think you got another round left in those balls?" looked at his his friend "but got a feeling you own my ass now so you – " "Enough jokes Tommy" Mike was slowing coming down and still trying to get his brain to fire on more than one cylinder at a time "dad tell me you ain't – " "Sorry Tommy" Mike senior looked at his son "like I told him last night was a one-time deal" nailing his son in his hard stare "so unless Sean here got any more evil ideas..." daring him to demand even more of this assembled group. "Well... actually... now that you mention it..." "Let it go squirt" Pat was also trying to find something to clean up with, but it looked like most of the towels were in use. Regardless of their damp stained condition. "Okay you and you" pointing at Mike and Tommy "damned if you guys are gonna stink up the whole house today" pointing at Sean's shower. "Hell yeah!" Sean grabbed his camera. "Enough! Can't they just take a shower in peace?" "Hey I still got" glancing at his clock "wow like two hours left. So birthday boy wants shower pics!" "Hope your damn camera fogs up and jams!" his brother Mike was not enjoying the idea. "And I ain't taking no cold shower!" Tommy added, nodding down at himself "unlike this stud family I can't afford no damn shrinkage" actually getting some friendly chuckles from several areas. Wow, that was something new, he thought. No more nasty comments about how inadequate his junk was. No more butt the locker room jabs, he chuckled at the pun. "At least use a fresh card" Mike senior threw Sean a curve-ball. "Huh?" from several angles "what? Why?" "I mean j-j-just in case y'know..." glancing at Mike and Pat "I mean y'don't want all your pics – hey you can't ever duplicate them" nailing Sean with a withering glare "ever Sean! So y'better treat them like gold in fort knox if you understand me" and like a miracle Sean tug through the pile and found a new card. The three of them headed off to the bathroom, leaving Mike to finally confront Vince. Vince was dressing at a leisurely rate staying close to Pat for some reason. Mike wanted to ask him what happened between Vince and Tommy of all people, because the last thing Mike remembered before being overwhelmed with Sean and Mike's actions was the two getting real chummy and "so what about it Vince? This mean you never wanna see my ugly mutt again because – " "Nice try Tool" already his shirt was on and he was stepping into his pants "not by a long shot! Remember our little agreement" nodding upstairs "Hey Tommy!" "Huh?" he turned back at the bathroom door. "Hurry up. I'll give ya a ride home." "But" Tommy shot a nervous look at Sean "but..." "I'll wait for ya outside. Five!" tapping his wrist." "Wow... okay" and Sean already had those two hustled into the bathroom, door open. Just his luck all the pics will turn out fogged and blurred regardless. "So y'know the little birthday brat has a party later and you're still..." "Call me" Vince answered, but it was more of a command than a suggestion "later." He finished with his socks and shoes and then once his jacket was on, he all but double-stepped his way up those stairs. "Mike looked at Pat next but he just shrugged and said, "I'll think I'll do my shower upstairs... before Sean tries to nag at me next." "Good idea" Mike felt the seconds ticking "later we gotta talk." "No shit" knowing his dad was not, could not say boo. Mike had expected Vince to be in a hurry to leave the site of such a free-for-all. But it seemed his exit was too rushed even for what had just happened. But as soon as he and then Pat were gone Mike flew to Sean's computer fast. As he hoped it was still open, the password already logged in, so all Mike had to do was start pouring through the folder Sean had started downloading the mass of pics into. He knew he needed maybe a half-dozen pics tops. But as he started wading through the endless amount it took him a good forty or fifty seconds before he came to the part he needed. There he was on the screen, naked and looking... damn, he was amazed how well the camera captured his naked posing, and then the section with him and Pat comparing cocks! He wanted to linger over those but scrolled down until he hit paydirt. There he was on top of Pat straining with his barbells and there it was! He grabbed several pics of his cock entering Pat's ass and he quickly forwarded them to his own computer's address. Next he scrolled down to the hard evidence: his cock shooting off on those reddened cheeks. He was panting now, with his arousal at what he was seeing as well as his rush to do all of this before the three returned. He heard loud voices from the open bathroom door praying they were not finishing up and ready to re-emerge and bust him but good. So Mike found another card and loaded it into the computer. He was in luck because he immediately saw images of Mike and him comparing muscles. Then there was Mike bending over and his cock pressing into his perfect muscle ass. Again more pics were sent off and as fast he could he scrolled down and there it was! He cock shooting off all over those muscled glutes! Six more pics were sent off before he heard, "Okay okay you little perv! I'm getting dressed!" and there was Mike emerging into the room, Mike senior barely three steps away from the computer, looking innocent as possible. Innocent naked and more hard than not! "Damn dad" Mike caught his condition "don't that thing ever...?" "Hell yeah!" and there was Sean's camera flash right in front of him. By this point Mike let him have his little fun. And praying Sean did not notice anything suspicious. But he realized that he still had to grab pics of him and Sean doing the disgusting deed. As critical as that final piece was, it was also the most damning. "Okay okay like I'm gonna get all camera-shy now..." catching Tommy no longer hiding behind his towel. In fact he made a point of draping it around his shoulder, his hard red cock jutting straight ahead proudly. And it looked like Mike was in the same condition, even though his towel was tight around his waist, his back to them. He looked at Sean who just shrugged and put his camera down on his bed. He glanced at his screen-saver not suspecting anything was amiss. Or so Mike hoped "so what did you get those guys in the shower..." "Whatever Big Dog wanted" Tommy nodded at his friend "huh BD?" "Like the sound of that Tommy boy" he finished drying off, seeing Tommy trying to rush into his clothes without looking it. He hid his smile then glanced at his dad "where's Pat?" "Don't tell your brother" nodding at Sean "but he's upstairs taking a shower." "Yes!" Sean grabbed his camera and was half-way across the room. "Hold it right there young man!" Mike's long reach just managed to grab his collar "you ain't going anywhere like that!" nodding down at his half-naked state. He was wearing his t-shirt but that was all! "and definitely not stinking up the place like that! You think you can go upstairs like that? What if your mom or Jen caught you like that! You really want them sniffing around here and stumbling onto – " "Okay okay okay you win" seeing Tommy already half up the stairs "see ya stud!" "See ya Perv Boy" and with a quick exchange with his bud he was gone. "March!" Mike pointed at the shower "now!" "Okay but..." he glanced at his clock, then got a quizzical look "but remember two o'clock!" "Fine whatever" Mike pointed and Sean slowly headed for the bathroom. "I better clean this mess up" Mike junior looked at the disaster that was Sean's bedroom. "I'll do it. You go check on Pat. Your mom could come home any second now." "Fine sure" and Mike grabbed the rest of his clothes and headed up the stairs. Again within seconds Mike was at the computer, scrolling at fast as he could for the final most-incrimating section when he heard, "What are you doing dad?" Mike turned and there was Sean still wearing that t-shirt. He knew he was totally busted. "Look Sean it's not – " "What are you doing!?! Are you erasing – " "NO!" "Then what are you..." he came over and saw what his dad was looking at "you and Mike huh?" "Yeah... um... look Sean it's..." "You what? You still ain't had enough y'gotta sit here and jack off to what just – " "Look Sean... it's..." "Dad..." Sean glanced at the clock on the incriminating screen "okay since we're still – like it's still not two o'clock and..." "I wasn't erasing it I was just..." but Mike was out of rope. "Okay I'm gonna take that shower damn I reek" sniffing himself "and when I come back out this place is gonna be spotless and you're gonna be hard got it?" "Look Sean after everything I just – " "Now dad!" and Sean swaggered off to the bathroom. Mike realized he just got a reprieve. Or did he? Not wanting to waste a moment he found the third card and flipped it into the computer. Sure enough there he was on the bench tied and his junk rock-hard and tied with those shoelaces. It was such an amazing sight he sent some of those pics off as well and scrolling down almost to the end there it was: Sean sitting on his cock and him blowing Mike, his muscles bulging and shiny. Several more pics were sent off and then finally finally his orgasm all over Sean's ass and then his son filling his mouth with his cum. He sent those off as well, feeling like he just finished running his horrible marathon and then he heard, "Oh so that's what you were looking for?" feeling Sean's cock pressing into his shoulder. "Look Sean I can't explain it's just like..." "This place ain't cleaned up and you ain't hard" "Look Sean this is – " " `Look Sean look Sean look Sean' dad you are a broken record, what's the deal? And don't say `look Sean' dad." "Okay you're right. This place we gotta clean up cause if your mom saw this..." "She never comes down here. She's afraid of what she might find." "Luck for all of us but..." Mike started unplugging lights before Sean could start in on him. "Good look for you dad" nodding at his still-naked sweat-smeared body "maybe I should have you take all of this stuff back out to the garage like that!" "Not funny Sean. If your mom came home and saw that..." "You're right" Sean threw on some jeans and a sweatshirt "I'll take them out there. You throw the rest into the washer and like air freshener or something. It stinks like butt down here!" "Deal" and as soon as Mike wrapped up all the lights and got them into a neat bundle Sean grabbed them all and trudged up the stairs. Mike's first reaction was to double-check all the photo cards but realized the damage was done; Sean busted him mid-search. But did he realize Mike had made copies? He hoped not. So instead of dashing back to the computer, Mike started wiping down the bench and the barbells and dumbbells and then threw all of the smelly, sweaty, cum-stained items into the washer. As he gathered up everthing he stumbled across a pair of briefs too big to be anyone's. Then it came to him. These were Vince's! But why would he have left them behind? Surely he would notice that when he pulled on his – oh shit! Mike looked at his hand and saw it smeared with all the cum from those briefs! So big straight I-hate-doing-this Vince had shot his load sometime during the... of course! When Mike was being ravaged by his two sons, Vince and Tommy had... wow! No wonder he was so eager to give him a ride home! Mike chuckled at the revelation. Him and Brunner's kid, huh? Mike would never have imagined that combination, not in a million years! Like he would ever have imagined any of THIS happening in ten million years either, for that matter. He just sat himself down on the floor, trying to figure out what had happened to him. It all went back to what happened at that warehouse... no. It went back to Vince's attic... no! It was the gym when him and Pat were forced to... but he knew deep down inside he really was not forced, no not really. Because even when Pat surprised him in the bathroom that afternoon... and it hit him between the eyes! It was there before, it was... damn! it was always there! He forced himself to regurgitate all those years ago, him and Vince and Steve and... he was drunk but he was not THAT drunk! Suddenly all those images long buried were all coming out into the bright light of a Saturday afternoon... and Mike was not shocked or repulsed or... if anything it was like a long dark dream was ending and something different – weird and unsettling and everything you bet – was now out in the open and Mike knew he could handle it. Then he could not have done this, but now? Now he knew this was the what this all had led to. He was finishing up cleaning up Sean's pigsty when he heard voices upstairs. Only then did he realize he was standing there naked and stinking. With one last scan of the room he was in the bathroom hoping – no knowing – Sean was giving the most successful performance of his life for his mom and Jen. Hell, after all it WAS his birthday.