Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 02:31:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: PsychoPuppy <psychopuppy21@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tool Men Chapter 2: Come What May

  The following is a fictional story involving fictional characters from
the television series "Home Improvement."  It is intended for the
entertainment of consenting adults in the privacy of their homes, and if
you object to or offended by descriptions of sexual acts between consenting
adults, do not read any further.  The sexual orientation and practices
depicted in this story do not in any way suggest or reflect the actions or
orientations of the characters or the actors who portray these characters.

  The phrases Home Improvement, Tooltime & Binford, and all characters are
trademarks of and copyright The Walt Disney Company, Touchstone Television
and Wind Dancer Production Group.

  I want to make something perfectly clear; this is an erotica series. I
did not write this to be a quick porn story, or any other cheap form of
entertainment. Some installations will be mostly dialogue and scene
setting, others will be filled with hot man sex. If you are not interested
in reading the actual story, then just skim ahead to the "good parts-" but
know you are missing a lot of intrigue and realistic plot lines. Well, that
is to say, I have attempted to keep the plot line relatively true to the TV
series and reality in general. Anyway... enjoy!


Tool-Men
By PsychoPuppy

Part 2:
Come What May

Randy had been lying in bed for the better part of two hours. He had just
been about to slip from his bedroom when the sound of his father lumbering
down the hallway had caught his ear and sent him scurrying back into
bed. The older man had crept downstairs and vanished into the garage for
about an hour, then ventured into the back yard, wearing nothing but a
house coat as far as Randy could tell. The backyard was clearly visible
from his bedroom window, and he had heard enough of Tim and Wilson's
conversation to get the gist of it.

`Oh man...' Randy thought, sweat beading his forehead in the warm room, `I
can't believe this .No way dad said what I think he said. Did he really ask
Wilson about doing another guy? Shit! Holey. Shit.' The boner in his boxers
was screaming for release, but the conversation he had partially overheard
pushed any serious thought about jerking off from his mind.
Temporarily. `And what did Wilson say? It's normal or something like that?'
The 18 year old tossed and turned on his bed, repeating the stolen words in
his mind. `And dad said he had done another guy, someone who he grew up
with or something.  Man, I can't believe this!' Randy's obsession was more
then just passing interest, or even shock, but rather something more akin
to relief and a curious amount of joy. Finally, after going over every
spoken word methodically, Randy's mind was thrust back between his lightly
fuzzy legs to the throbbing dick which was now howling for play. That, of
course, reminded him why he had tried to sneak from his room earlier.

Creeping across the carpeted hallway, he paused at Brad's bedroom door. The
older boy had left it slightly ajar, as he did most nights, so Randy could
enter his leisure. Randy entered the blackened room and softly closing the
door behind him with nothing more then the muted `click.' Cautiously he
navigated the tenebrous darkness, wary for any clothes or sports equipment
which might trip his slender feet. Finally he made it to the bed and was
rewarded by the sounds of Brad's rhythmic breathing.

This began a while back, no more then two or three years, when Brad and
Randy had been left alone for a weekend. They got drunk and watched porn,
laughed and joked with each other, eventually falling to sleep curled up
together on Brad's bed.  That was the first weekend they had masturbated in
front of each other. It wasn't extremely hot or anything, just a couple of
guys who happened to be brothers slappin' their man twigs on the same
bed. They had chalked it up to the booze and the excitement of watching
porn with the volume turned top high. But the next night they had done it
again, with no alcohol, and Randy had done something he had never dreamed
of doing: he had held Brad's rigid cock as his big brother came. The weeks
which followed that particular incident proved stressful for the
brothers. An awkward silence permeated the times they found themselves
alone together, one often leaving before the quiet grew too bizarre. Randy
was crushed. But then one night, a month or so later, he had awoken to find
Brad in his bed fast asleep, one arm holding their bodies close.  Brad was
gone that morning, long before the sun spilled in through Randy's open
drapes, but he remembered. The next night had taken the same initiative-
but without leaving the next morning. Brad hadn't said anything about it,
and so the routine had sort of started. Occasionally Randy would rub Brad
through his thin boxers, and sometimes even jerk him off. No words were
spoken during these times of quiet pleasure, as if an arcane spell held
their tongues. But that was years ago, and things had progressed since
them- to such a level, in fact, that Randy was beginning to question the
nature of his relationship to Brad. They were brothers by birth and blood,
true, but the types of activities they had been doing the last few months
went beyond the boundaries of healthy teenage sexual exploration, or simply
jerking off. Randy had begun sucking Brad, and to his delight, Brad had
taking more of an active roll in pleasing him as well.

`But where the hell is this supposed to go?' Randy wondered grimly as he
settled in beside his big brother, looking over at the sleeping youth,
`what happens next? This can't go on forever... can it? Oh man, how did it
go this far? And why don't I want it to stop? Why...' But his next thoughts
were stolen by the shroud of deep sleep, just has his arm came to rest
lovingly across Brads lightly furry chest.


The digital clocked flashed 3:47am on the nightstand beside Brad's bed. His
eyes stared at it, transfixed, while listening to the soft sounds of
Randy's breathing beside him. The heat of his brother's body was fully
pressed against his length, and their arms had since become entangled
during the course of their peaceful slumber. But now Brad was awake, and
only his thoughts kept him company. He loved Randy; he knew that beyond a
doubt. Randy was his brother, he would gladly die for the little
shit. But... 'Maaaaaaan' Brad squeezed his eyes tight, trying to focus his
thoughts and not slip back into a state of dreamless sleep. 'Dude, what is
up with this? I hope I'm not fucking him up for life. Or myself. I want a
kid someday, well, maybe. If I find a pretty enough girl.' But the tone of
his thoughts rang hollow, as if only an echo of the values he had been
raised to believe- from his parents, teachers, church, the beloved TV. 'TV
wouldn't lie, would it?'

Unconsciously Brad's toned arm tightened around his little brother, hugging
the smaller boy close to this naked flesh.  Randy wore only a pare of thin
boxers, but Brad- anticipating Randy's arrival hours before- had opted to
go commando. 'What had taken Randy, anyway?' The oldest Taylor lad sighed
softly as his right hand began rubbing Randy's flat belly. It had a nice
patch of dark brown fuzz growing in around the navel, and his pubes were a
moist mat of tangled hair. Brad could smell the other boy's crotch from
where he lay, the lone blanket cast away sometime during the night. Now his
hand reached down and slipped under the folds of his brother's boxers,
gently caressing the stiff pecker beneath in a strong grip. He did love
Randy, and really enjoyed the fun they had together, but it was
wrong. Wasn't it? The answer used to be so simple... but it just wasn't
anymore.

Randy shifted and opened his eyes, looking into the blue depths of Brad's
level stare. "mornin'" Brad whispered, "Did I wake you?"

"Nah," Randy replied, an impish smile breaking across his face at the
sensation of Brads squeezing hand, "I was just dreaming of some old pervert
molesting me."

"Oh, then hurry and get back to sleep, maybe you can catch him." Brad
snickered, "Prick."

Randy slipped off his boxers and moved in closer to Brad, his own hand
coming to gently squeeze his brother's thick shaft.  No further words were
spoken as the two worked on each other, each boy leaning back and closing
his eyes, sighing as his brothers experienced hand eased the tension from
his body and replaced it with warm pleasure. The first clear drops of
precum started to flow from Brad, bathing Randy's palm in its slick
liquid. Brad was breathing deeply now, his face flushed. Randy smiled,
taking the hint, and loosened his grip while began to work his fist lightly
around the exposed head of Brads 6" cock. But Randy knew that his sibling
was too far into it, as his own breathing had increased dramatically with
Brad's expert hand squeezing the life from his shlong. Man, Brad is really
givin' it tonight... thought Randy as he struggled to control himself, even
as he pulled back a bit, signaling Brad to loosen up. Brad eased his grip,
but the slick flow of precum from Randy's almost-6' sausage was really
making it hard to resist just going for it. Both boys were deep in the
throngs of pleasure now, each keeping a grip on the others dick while their
heavy breathing urged them on to new heights of ecstasy. Their bodies were
burning up, hotter then the rarest jungle fever, and sweat was dripping
across their faces and arms. The smell of their pits and moist crotches
perfumed the hot bedroom air with the stench of man, it filled their lungs
and urged them on even further with each shuddered breath. Randy swallowed,
his hips moving up and down, matching Brad's macho pace. The older boy
tried to restrain the grunts and moans which begged to be released from the
depths of his throat, knowing that even one of the mighty calls would waken
the whole house- if not the neighborhood.

Randy leaned his head closer to Brad's as their legs twined and rubbed
passionately against each other. "W...wait." Randy gasped, "Brad, hold
on..."

Brad released Randy's dick and visibly shook as he felt Randy drop his own
raging manhood. The younger boy straddled Brad, and slowly squirmed down to
his crotch, knowing that his brother couldn't possibly hold out any
longer. In one strong gulp, Randy engulfed the thick head of Brad's glands
within his hot mouth.

Brad's hips involuntarily bucked, but he was on the point of conscious
realization. His fuck lust had completely taken over; propelling him beyond
the point of pleasure and thrusting him head first into the volcano of
ecstasy. Randy's skilled mouth moved around his prick head, the boy's
saliva burning like molten magma, his tongue slithering like some fire
serpent from Greek Mythology. Randy rolled Brad's frantically throbbing
balls with one hand, as he jerked the meaty shaft with his other. The
sucking pressure of Randy's mouth increased, his tongue diving in and out
of Brads watering cum-slit, its girth now perpetually open while a steady
stream of the clear man juice flowed into his brother's mouth. Then Randy
did it, he hit the button that launched Brad over the edge of ecstasy and
into the oblivion of primal, animal pleasure. Randy moved the thumb of the
hand which was massaging Brad's balls down an inch, and pressed it against
the boys quivering asshole. Brad's back arched like some sort of flesh
constructed bridge, his whole form trembling as a gout of boiling sperm
blasted into Randy's mouth... and he swallowed. Never before when Randy
sucked him had Brad dared cum in the younger boy, it simply was not
something that he could bring himself to do. But now, his mind totally
devoid of any rational thought, he could only stay there, in that erotic
pose, as Randy continued to suckle every remaining drop of his most
precious fluid from his heaving body. And Brad wanted him to.

Randy's eyes were beginning to tear as the bursts of sperm hit the back of
this throat again and again, yet he dared not release the throbbing tool
from his strong lips. The head of Brad's dick must have been
super-sensitive by now, but still the younger boy sucked and prodded it
with his tongue, letting the last remaining spurts of hot sperm drip from
between his lips and pool on his brother's crotch. Finally, after what
seemed an eternity, Brad clasped, gasping for breath and groaning softly,
as if he had just run the 100k in five seconds flat.

But what neither Brad nor Randy had noticed in their mutual moment of
mind-stopping pleasure was that Brad had lost total control and did
something he had been very careful never to do during orgasm. Brad had
grunted like a beast in heat, loud enough to wake at least one member of
the household.


To be continued...

If you enjoyed this first installment of "Tool-Men," or have any
suggestions, please e-mail me (PsychoPuppy21@yahoo.com) and let me know! If
you want to send flames or insults, those are welcome too... I always enjoy
a good laugh.