Date: Sat, 5 Oct 2002 11:37:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: PsychoPuppy <psychopuppy21@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tool-Men/Saved by the Bell Chapter 6

  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 installments 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 6:

Saved by the Bell

The sun rose early over Michigan that morning, its piercing rays casting
aside the ebony shroud of night. Signs of life stirred below the yawning
horizon as people awoke to collect the morning paper, throw back the
bedroom curtains, and greet the day. Not everyone was so eager to leave
bed, however.

"Randy, just relax man... its Saturday." Brad sighed as Randy tossed off
the covers and started out of bed.

It had been a week since Randy saw, or thought he saw, his Dad watching him
and Brad getting off together. Things had been really strange in days which
followed; first with Tim putting locks on all their bedroom doors, and now
with Brad taking a much more active roll in their sex life. Things were
growing intense, and yet there was still something about the whole
situation that Randy could not quite put his finger on. It felt like
someone had their hand on his shoulder but when he looked no one was
there. He knew he loved his brother, and his dad, and his mom was
bearable... but still.  `What the hell is this feeling?' Randy wondered
from the thousandth time. Quickly he slipped on a pair of loose boxers
before turning to quietly open his bedroom door.

"Relax dude, I'm just going to get some juice and take a piss." He said
with a wink.

"Get me some too!" the older boy called as he snuggled deeper into the warm
blankets of Randy's bed.

"Oh, okay, open your mouth!" Randy grinned as he dropped the front of his
boxers to reveal his half-hard prick. Brad tossed a pillow at him.

The hallway was quiet in the dim morning light, the lone window at its end
capturing specks of dust in the suns thin rays. Each grain sparkled like a
suspended star, leading Randy down the hall to the bathroom opposite his
parent's bedroom. After a much satisfying piss, he headed to the kitchen
for a couple glasses of OJ. The house was still and peaceful, allowing the
Taylor lad to hear every sound as if it were whispered in his ear. Light
breathing emanated from the couch that rested directly in front of the
large home entertainment system in the living room. Its back blocked view
of the occupant. `Weird...' Randy thought, handling the two glasses as he
slowly walked over to get a better look.  Tim was lying on his back atop
the black leather cushions, with only a pillow propped against the arm to
support his head. A loose pare of boxer shorts covered his crotch, yet left
little to the imagination as his nocturnal movements had caused them to
bunch and ride upwards, dropping his fuzzy nuts from the right leg hole.

Randy's breath caught in his throat as he looked down at his sleeping
father. The mans body was incredible, the exact type of body Randy so
desperately longed to have. He was far from disgruntled with the form he
was destined to wear, except for maybe its height, but looking down at the
man who has created him brought only feelings of awe. And something
else. Tim's face was relaxed and contented, both cheeks and chin smattered
by a thick growth of stubble. His hair was unkempt and rugged, while his
furry chest and belly softly rose and fell with his deep rhythmic
breathing. The breath of sleep. Tim's right arm was stretched back behind
the pillow, exposing the coiled dark hair of his armpit, its massive growth
twisting outwards. The glasses of juice shook visibly in Randy's hands as
his eyes traveled down the fuzzy trail of his fathers belly to the loose
elastic band of the boxers the older man wore. There was a bulge under the
thin material, its hardness pressing through the fabric with an urgent
strain. Either the man was having a very good dream, or he had overdosed on
viagra. It looked about 6.5" and thick, as far as Randy could tell--
covered by the fabric as it was made picking out specific details
difficult. Thick brown hair covered the Tool-Man's legs, running from his
crotch all the way down to his ankles, yet it was at his crotch where
Randy's eyes stopped and bulged. His dad's heavy, big balls were resting
just below the right leg hole of his boxer shorts, dangling down the inside
of his hairy leg and sitting on the couch cushion. They were huge,
egg-sized nuts of man power, each one slowly moving in time with Tim's
breathing as if they had a mind of their own. It was amazing, staring at
the life sprouting pods which had cradled Randy before he was even a
glimmer in the mans eye.

"Hey! Where's the OJ?" Brad called quietly as he came bounding into the
dining room opposite the kitchen and behind the couch, "Randy...?" his
words trailed off as Randy quickly mouthed "SHUT UP!" at him.

"Dude, be quiet and come here..." Randy hissed, making an eerie
impression of his mother when she tried to be quiet yet commanding.

Brad walked slowly over to stand behind Randy, both boys dressed only in
thin boxer shorts. He gasped as he looked down at the sight before him, at
the nearly naked form of his own father. How manly the older man
appeared... how much Brad loved him and wanted to look just like
him. `OhMyGod.' Brad thought in a deep corner of his mind, `Oh... my...
God.'

After a few moments of filling their eyes with the scene of the
all-but-naked Tool-Man, both boys returned to Randy's room. Neither said a
word along the way, yet both felt the growing bulge in their own shorts.

* * *

"Um hum, Um hum, Um hum..." Wilson muttered to himself as he watched the
two Taylor boys retreat from the living room into the recesses of the
house. From over the fence he had a clear view of the Taylor's living room,
as the entire lower back side of their house was made of glass
panels. Wilson supposed that the family felt it was more secure that way,
so he could keep an eye on the boys when neither parent was home. But it
also allowed him the occasional glimpse of life in the house he most
certainly was never meant to see. Both boys had stood watching their
sleeping farther for a couple minutes, neither talking, just watching. From
where he stood Wilson had a rather clear view of Tim's sleeping body and
knew exactly what the lads had been looking at. It was the same thing he
had been admiring himself just a few minutes before Randy had first
entered.

Now both boys were gone, back off to their respective bedrooms no doubt,
and he was left to look down at Tim alone. Only his stiff pecker kept him
company.

* * *

Randy's bedroom door closed with a soft `click' as he locked it, turning
back to Brad who was already stripping off his boxers as he sat on the
bed. Moving over to join him, Randy placed the two glasses of OJ on his
table and drew a deep breath. Brad's semi-hard cock fell loose of its
confines at the same time Randy unleashed his own monster.

"I hope I look like dad when I get older." Brad grinned as he leaned back
on the bed, patting the soft area beside him with a strong hand.

"Ya, I hope we both do. He has a great beard, eh?"

"MMmm, ya." Brad replied as he ran a hand down the side of his cheek. The
stubble was still spindly, but growing thicker every day. True; he only
needed to shave once a week, but each time he did he could not help but get
a boner.

Randy slowly turned to regard his naked brother and smiled, `Did you see
his nuts? Man, those things are like, huge!"

"Ya!" Chuckled Brad, glad that his brother had broken the ice on what they
had both witnessed, `They were like a couple monster lug nuts.'

Both boys laughed softly, comparing their father's balls to the nuts he
used on the car. After a moment, silence filled the area where the laughter
had died, leaving the siblings to stare idly around at the room.

"His dick looked..." Randy started with an impish grin, but then stopped
short, realizing the line which was about to be crossed. Joking about their
fathers big balls, which had been out in plain view, was one thing... but
talking about his dick was another. Brad, however, didn't see the line at
all-- or he simply ignored it.

"Ya man, that thing looked big. Hell, I bet it was 7 inches, and thick as a
tail pipe." Brad said as he held his hands a foot apart to emphasize his
estimates.

After a moment, Randy eased up and snickered, pressing Brad's hands a
little closer for a sense of realism. "I think that's more about right,
Brad." He chuckled again as Brad looked down at the new length displayed
between his sweaty palms.

"Hell, that's still a whopper." Brad replied, turning to look at Randy who
was staring intently at him. "And you know," he added, suddenly slipping
into an imitation of his father "If there's one thing the Taylor men know
about, its how to use their Tools!" With that, Brad reached over and cupped
Randy's low hanging balls with his right hand.

"Really, "dad?"' His bother replied, reaching over and grabbing the thick
tool which jutted from this own crotch, "Will ya teach me how to keep it
clean?"

"Sure "son," you just have to remember to wash it with Binford Tool Polish
twice a day..." Brad whispered back, shifting on the bed to put his face
only inches from Randy's hard cock, "That, or let someone else polish it."

Randy gasped as Brad lowered his head down and began licking the tip of his
rigged cock. It had been a few days since the shadow of his father had
appeared at Brad's bedroom door, and Randy was really beginning to think it
has just been his imagination. But after today, seeing his dad nearly
naked, he was not so sure. Deep down, he knew that he did not want it to
have been his imagination.

"Wow, oh man..." Randy gasped as he leaned back on a pillow propped up
against his wall. Brad's mouth coated the head of his dick with sloppy
kisses, lubricating the mushroom tip with slick saliva. Clear droplets of
Randy's boy-cream began to flow
 moments later, covering his shaft with the clean tasting precum. Brad
poked the piss slit with his hard tongue while sucking Randy off, adding
more and more pressure to the vacuum of his mouth. The younger boy shook as
he ran his fingers through the hair on Brads head, finally gripping his
neck and shoulders for support as Brad's sucking increased. Slowly, ever so
gently, the older Taylor lad lowered his bobbing head down on the fleshy
tool of his little brother, until finally his nose rested in the thick
pubic bush at its very base. Randy quivered and shook, his legs kicking in
slow motion like a swimmer out of water, as he looked down at the spectacle
between his legs.


* * *


Brad maneuvered the stiff prick around his mouth with expert still. Well,
maybe not "expert," per say, but more skill then he had ever displayed
before. With his hot tongue Brad managed to probe and tease the gaping slit
in Randy's dick, provoking it to respond with drop after drop of thick
precum. The flavor of his little brothers sex juice made Brad as crazy as a
dog in heat, forcing him to give all he had to the act, focusing every
ounce of concentration to his mouth.  His right hand still held Randy's
balls, which now quivered almost as much as the rest of his body. Brads
squeezed the low hangers, clanking them together in the skin sack like a
couple of big marbles. With the index finger of his left hand Brad started
to massage Randy's inner thighs, working slowly upwards to grope the boy's
supple round ass. It was lightly furred, Brad noted in the back of his
mind, and he roughly began bucking his fingers along the smooth crack. One
of his fingers brushed Randy's little pink asshole, causing the boy to gasp
loudly and clench the back of Brads neck.


* * *


"OhGodYaOfGodYa..." Randy panted, "Keep doing that... right
there... ya...MMmmmm"

Brad moved the index finger of his left hand over Randy's asshole again,
and left it there, pushing slightly. Randy's hips began to involuntarily
buck, riding his brothers sucking face while thrusting his thick prick in
and out of the older boy's throat. Brad loved it, and pushed harder. The
sloppy lather of Brad's saliva and Randy's precum dripped down the boys
tender balls and filled his opened crack, coating the rose bud of his hole
with its slick moisture. Without thought, Brad rubbed his finger along the
fluid, and began easing it into his little brother's butt.

"OhHHhhhhhh..." Randy sighed, feeling Brad's thick digit move pass his
sphincter and press into his cavernous ass. The feeling was unlike anything
he had ever experienced; both erotic and filling at the same time. The need
to push out this foreign invader was overwhelming, but as it thrust back
in, despite his clenching muscles, it was beyond description.  >From behind
his closed eyelids, Randy's pupils dilated, lights flashed through his dark
mind, and only the sound of his brother sucking filled his hears. It
drowned out his heart beat which thundered in his chest, it muted the sound
of his ragged breathing, the gasps for oxygen growing deeper and
deeper. His hands worked mechanically around Brads head and shoulders,
pulling the head closer to his burning crotch, needing to feel the older
boy against his vulnerable flesh.  To love him.


* * *


Brad's lips were going numb as the feeling of Randy's thick dick filled
him. It was brushing past his tonsils with each withdraw, and thrusting
over his wagging tongue with each intake. There was a rhythm now, his
finger ramming in and out of the young boy while his mouth moved over
Randy's hard shaft like a well oiled piston in his dads car. `Oh
man... dad.'  Brad thought suddenly as he felt Randy pushing his head down
hard to the young crotch, flooding his lungs with the sent of his siblings
musky sex. `Dad looked so good. Man I wanna look like him when I get
older. Dude, I wonder how often he jerks off...?'


* * *


Tim groaned softly as he sat up on the couch. The rough nights sleep has
pinned his back against the leather cushions in an uncomfortable position,
making his lower back ache while promising continued pain through out the
day. He rubbed at his back as the memory of the previous night mocked the
discomfort. He had just got comfortable in bed after a hard day of work
when Jill rolled over and started fondling his chest. God he hated when she
did that; her bony little fingers always twisted his thick chest hair the
wrong way, usually pulling out more then she was able to brush out of
place.  Feeling way too tired to do anything sexual, even had he wanted to,
Tim cleverly pretended to be asleep. That's when the nagging began. "Damn
it Tim, you never want to do anything with me." "What's wrong with you?
Don't you think I'm pretty anymore?" "Tim! Tim wake up!" And on it went
until finally her drilling voice forced him form his own bed and banished
the tired Tool-Man to the couch. The lumpy couch. Bitch.

The digital clock atop the TV read 6:20am, but since it was a Saturday Tim
was in no hurry to be up. Obviously Jill was still asleep, so there was no
point in being hasty about starting the day. With a low grunt Tim scratched
at his ball, which he just noticed were dangling from his boxer
shorts. `Back you go boys...' he though as he stood, shifting his thin
boxers into their normal position. His boner had deflated slightly and was
now only half hard. A sudden motion out of the corner of his eye caught
Tim's attention and he turned toward the back yard, catching a glimpse of
something moving behind the wide fence. `Probably Wilson,' he though as he
turned to lumber back up stairs, his full bladder begging to take a major
piss. `That guy is always up to something.'

Passing by Brad's bedroom door, Tim paused for a moment. Memories of what
he had seen just a few nights before danced across his drowsy
consciousness, inflating his semi hard boner with rushing blood. On an
impulse, Tim reached out and gripped the new handle of Brad's bedroom door
and gave a gentle turn. He had no fear of it making a sound, nor of the
door hinges, as he had used nearly half a can of WD40 while installing the
new knobs. It twisted easily and he pushed, opening the door just a
crack. Tim drew a deep breath as he paused and listened. Nothing. There was
no sound of breathing, and more importantly, no sound of movement. `That's
weird...' he thought while softly closing the door.

A few feet down the hall Tim paused at Randy's room and listened. Muffled
sounds emanated from the crack in the frame, its well oiled joints making
not a squeak as Tim leaned against the door. `Bingo' the older man thought
as he heard the sure sounds of groaning and heavy
breathing. "Oh... ya...mmmmm..." Randy whimpered, reviving the Tool-Man's
morning woody to full life. With a shaking hand Tim grasped the bronze door
knob and gave it a slow turn, yet was forced to stop by the sturdy lock. He
had hidden the keys for each door in his nightstand, which unfortunately
was in the same room as Jill.

`Best not to tempt fate.' Tim sighed softly as he pressed his ear against
the door and closed his eyes. In a few moments his mind fabricated the
scene taking place only feet from where he stood... completed by the real
sounds which filled his straining ears.


* * *


Brad went all the way down on Randy's hot rod, pressing the thick helmet
into the depths of his throat even as his lower teeth dug into the soft
pink flesh at the cock's base. His cheeks were hollowed out, his mouth a
vacuum which would put the density of space to shame, and his eyes watered
at the scent of musk and fuck juice. Below the younger boys twitching balls
Brad's thick middle finger slipped in and out of his tight butt, the skin
rubbed raw with friction despite the generous amount of hot saliva and
precum which coated its puckered girth. Randy was moaning softly now,
gasping `ya... oh ya...' Like some perverse mantra. He was not going to be
able to hold out much longer.

Drawing on his final reserves of energy, Brad drew his middle finger from
the lads horny hole and forced it back in, pared with his index. The
younger boy gave a violent jerk, thrusting his prick deeper past Brad's
sore lips and making him gag softly. With the dwindling power of his right
arm, Brad moved the fingers back and forth across the bulbous prostate
which pulsed in time with the leaking cock in his mouth.

`oh man...' a soft voice whispered in the back of his mind, `it wont be
long now...'


* * *


It was like riding ecstasy, like bathing in joy, it felt like he was
drowning in bliss. Brad's mouth provided only one of the new sensations
Randy's brain was trying do desperately to process, while the other came
from his butt. Brad had never fingered him before, but at that moment Randy
could not believe they had been afraid to try it. The feelings of the thick
finger smacking in and out of him, with Brad's strong arm hitting his balls
with each thrust, felt more fulfilling then anything. But now the older boy
had added something new, something Randy could not begin to comprehend as
the suction on his prick somehow increased.  Brad's second finger produced
a tight feeling all around his anus, the already tender skin stretched
further beyond its boundaries. It was painful, but hurt so good. The
sensation traveled from his ass, to his balls, up along the head of his
dick, then rocketed straight into the lust-drenched areas of his
mind. `Ohhhhhh Brad... oh... Ohhhhhh...' Randy gasped for the hundredth
time as his hands pressed and squeezed his brother's shoulders.


* * *


With a muffled grunt, Brad jerked his forearm forward with force, driving
his two thick fingers up in Randy's ass and smashing them into his
prostate. Steadily he began wiggling each finger in an opposite direction,
creating a dancing effect along the surface of the engorged fleshy
mound. With his mouth Brad suckled like a starving calf, ignoring the
protests of his weary lips and numb tongue. He whipped his head back and
forth, moving it in to the very base of Randy's cock until his nose was
mashed into the younger boys sloppy pubes. It was intoxicating,
exhilarating. Brad had never felt more sexually alive, it was like Randy's
fuck-lust was running in a circular current through his body and out his
mouth, only to be returned again stronger then before. It was a current
which could have mirrored the tide, magnified it, then shamed it to a
still.


* * *


Randy wriggled under the final efforts of his big brother, every limb
moving without conscious thought. Both his legs squirmed back and forth
like a dancing frog in slow motion, his shoulders rotated and heaved in
sync with his chest which gasped for breath. His soft pink lips were parted
wide as his jaw hung slack, drool glistening in the corners from where the
automatic function of swallowing had been washed away in a sea of erotic
pleasure. Randy's eyes had glazed as his head jerked back, making a low
`thunk' on the wall even as he began to gasp in loud, low grunts. No longer
was his voice capable of the complicated task of speech, nor was his mind
present enough to form words. He was his penis. Every ounce of his being
was focused clearly on the nearly 6" column of flesh arching from between
his furry little legs. The egg sized balls which rocked in his swinging nut
sack ached against his body, his ass hole convulsed as spasms of pain and
pleasure fought in the deep cavern of his love chout.


* * *


Brad's lips relaxed only slightly as the first jet of burning sperm coated
the back of his throat with its acidic salty paste. Again and again in
rapid succession two more bursts of boy cum filled his pleasure giving oral
cavity, each one swallowed as greedily as the first. Randy's hips bucked
hard into his face, heedless of the squeaking which the jerky motions
caused the bed to echo aloud. The younger man thrashed back and forth, eyes
wide in shock as gurgles of moans and grunts poured from his throat like a
demonic possession. As Brad forced his head back, easing his suction to the
very helmet of Randy's quivering cock, he took another mouth load of juicy
cum, savored it, and proceeded to swallow in slow gulps. His fingers, still
planted deep in the younger Taylor's horny ass picked up their pace as he
withdrew and thrust them back in. They pounded hard against the boy's
prostate, again and again, as Brad forced his brother to fuck his bare
knuckles. The salty Tailor spunk kept flowing from Randy's dick, sloshing
in Brad's mouth until he was forced to release some to wash over the boy's
crotch and slither down to his bucking anus.


* * *


It felt as if is testicles had liquefied and ran screaming through his dick
straight into Brad's mouth. It felt like he was fucking the center of
whirlpool of molten steel, while being thrust back and forth on a donkeys
cock. It felt like every erotic feeling he had ever had suddenly exploded
through every pour on his body, calumniating in the head of his aching
prick. Randy let the feelings wash him away, straight down Brad's tight
throat with the rest of his cum.


* * *


Brad leaned back on his knees, looking at Randy who sat disjointed against
the wall. The younger boy still gasped for air, pulling the funky oxygen
into his lungs in labored heaving spasms. His eyes were still glazed as he
stared off into space, looking beyond the ceiling as if able to see the
very essence of heaven.

"Um... Randy?" Brad whispered, gasping for breath as he whipped the last
drops of cum from his stretched lips. `Man, my mouth feels funny...' he
thought as he continued looking at his spent sibling, `I hope it gets back
to normal before breakfast.'

Randy slouched to the side, no longer possessing enough strength to keep
upright.

"Okaaay...' Brad said, shaking his head as he lay down atop his brother,
feeling the younger boy's rapid heartbeat through his heaving chest.

"Brad..." Randy whispered, "That was... I mean... I... I mean..." his voice
wavered as he continued searching for the words to describe what had just
happened.

Brad leaned on his elbows and looked into Randy's sweaty face. Hair matted
the boy's forehead, his eyes were sill wide with awe, and his jaw hung
slack. "I love you." Brad whispered after a short time.

Randy's wandering eyes snapped back into focus immediately, staring up into
the blue depths of his older brother's steady gaze.  "I love you too Brad."

Slowly Brad slipped out of bed, his hardon leading the way over to the
bedroom door. "I gotta take a quick piss, then when I get back... you owe
me one." Brad whispered as he turned to flash his sibling a sassy smile.


* * *


Tim furled his brow at the odd silence which had suddenly shrouded his sons
bedroom. The groaning and moaning, muted as they were, had left no doubt
that a man-sized orgasm had just ripped through one of his boys. _Which_
boy was unclear, although he assumed it to have been Randy. The moans were
not quite those of a man. Than again, he could be wrong.  Pressing his ear
closer to the door, Tim held his breath and waited until the count of
five. Still no sound. On the count of fifteen he could still hear no
movement, yet his cock remained ridged as a screwdriver. The front of his
boxers was saturated with sticky, wet goo from the flood of precum which
even now flowed from his tool. A sheen of sweat covered his flesh almost as
if it were he who had been pleasuring Randy. The scent of sex drifted from
his loins as the musky smell of his arousal lingered against the soggy
fabric of his shorts. What was taking the boys? With a frown Tim turned
toward the bathroom door across from his own bedroom and took a few
steps. He froze as he heard the soft "click" of Randy's lock. Spinning on
his heels the Tool-Man came face to face with Brad just as the youth
stepped from the bedroom and into the shadowy hallway.

The breath caught in Tim's throat like a vice. His eyes widened as he
looked straight into Brads shocked stare, the lad wearing an expression
akin to a deer caught in the headlights of a sixteen wheeler. Time slowed
to a crawl. Brad looked exhausted and stunk of cum and sweat, his face
flushed and cheeks rosy red, like when he was a child after hours of ice
skating. His hair was matted to his brow, while his lips looked parched and
weary. Tim's eyes slowly looked down, past the glistening muscles and light
chest hair, down past the boy's lightly furred belly, to the ridged cock
which stood at full mass from a trimmed bush of light blond pubes. Brad's
manhood stood a little more then six inches and was thick.  Very thick. The
bulbous glands were shiny from a flow of precum which even now leaked from
the taught slit. Brad drew a shuddered breath. Tim's heart slowly pounded
in his chest, as his own prick twitched uncontrollably in his moist boxer
shorts.

"D...dad." Brad finally breathed, breaking the spells silence. "I was
just... um... I was..."

`Sucking Randy off? Fucking my brother's tighty? Riding Randy's rod?' Tim
thought as a sly smile spread across his lips.  Quickly he repressed the
grin. "Hot?" Tim asked suddenly.

Brad looked down at himself and made a quick move to hide his raging
hardon, then gasped as he saw his dads own boner tenting the thin fabric of
his shorts. "It's hot. Yes." Was all he could meekly reply.

"Its still pretty early kiddo," Tim said with a shrug, "Why not go back to
sleep?"

With a dumb nod Brad turned and walked down to his own bedroom door, the
sweat dripping from his back and running in small waves to his firm soccer
ass. Tim watched the youth open his door, turn to flash an abashed grin,
then depart.

The hall bathroom was located directly across the way from his master
bedroom. Once the door was closed he dropped the sodden boxers to the floor
and leaned back against the door. Peering into the mirror revealed the
sight Brad had just been graced with; a tall man in his forty's, with a
little padding, a ruggedly handsome face, dark hair which sprawled down his
chest and belly, and of course the days old stubble. Not to mention one
hell of a nice six and a half inch slab of all American man-meat.

"AAARRRrrrr AAARRRrrrrrr AAARRRrrr" Tim grunted softly as he leaned against
the counter.  Brads image played through his thoughts, along with the
fabricated forms of his sons recent sexcapades. Exactly how far were the
boys taking their love making? He had no way to be sure, either then to
assume that it went far beyond jerking off. After all, he had seen Randy go
down on Brad just a couple days past. It might be that they were loosening
up with each other, and thinking about taking further steps. Tim was not
sure how he felt about that. On one hand, he remembered the fun Marty and
he had shared. On the other hand... their relationship now was strained
at best. He still had not heard from his brother in regards to the proposed
camping trip. Things were not looking good. Then again, there was the third
hand... the tight ethereal fist which seemed to be constantly pulling at
his cock now a days. Perhaps it was the scent of sex in the air, or the
caught looks passed from Brad to Randy in the hallway or at the dinner
table, but Tim was feeling especially... randy. `Hum' he mused softly as
he ran a knuckle hand down his furry chest, `we named that one right.'
"Brad" was Jill's choice in a first born son's name, and he could not
scarce remember where "Randy" had come from. Oh well.

"Okay boy, I hear ya..." Tim whispered to his aching manhood as he took a
seat on the cold porcelain throne. The day was beginning early and the
sights of Brad still swam through his head, even more so now that the
freedom of his nakedness was unleashed. He always liked to admire
himself. It was like looking in a mirror through time, in many ways. He
resembled so much of his own dad, as he had been at this age. He saw a lot
of it in Marty too now that he looked back.

Before long his ridged manhood was slick with the oil of his loins,
slipping his large fist up and down its thick shaft.  He grunted softly
while visions of Brad raced past his eyes, the sounds which broke through
Randy's door still lingering in his ears. Scenes flashed like fever dreams,
each one steamier then the next. First Brad sucked Randy hard, working his
boy-tool with a hot pink mouth. Then he fucked him against the wall,
kneeling behind as his pecker pocked the lads tight rosebud hole and made
him squeal. They sixty-nined, they squirmed, then gasped and panted. Tim
panted too, his breathing growing labored as his meaty daddy dick throbbed
in his hand. He squeezed harder, the clear nut-paste coating the shiny cock
head and urging him on. Suddenly the scenes shifted to a vintage show of
Marty, naked, younger, spread and waiting.  Spread and begging. Spread and
grunting while his eighteen year old hips danced to and fro, bucking and
grinding. The smell of his sweat and sex hit Tim like a brick to the head,
drowning his lungs in its aroma. No rose could smell sweeter, no cock smell
more manly. The scene shifted again and it was his dad atop him, mounting
him, grunting deep in the back of his throat while Tim writhed underneath
the furry mans solid bulk. He looked up into his dad's eyes, smelling the
mans sweat and fuck funk, breathing deeply while held down by those
powerful, loving arms.

Tim did not remember if he made a sound when the first blast of cum
rocketed from his prick, but many minutes had lapsed since. Memory of the
orgasm was fuzzy, like some dream quickly fading after a fitful sleep. All
he could recall was the pleasure, the immense wave of pleasure, and the
cum. The cum covered his hairy chest and soaked his neck. His face was
smattered with the pungent goo as well, some covering even his lips. There
was more cum over his chest and belly then he could ever have imagined
flowing from a single living man. Even now it dripped from his limp
cock. The digital clock read 7:36am. Had he passed out? Shaking his head
slowly Tim stood and began to wash his hands. It felt as if he had just
left a time warp.


* * *


Randy shifted in his messed bed, sighing softly as he ran a hand over his
smooth stomach to play idly with his balls.  `Brad is soooo getting better
at his.' He mused softly, recalling the sensations the older boy had
wrought through his young form only minutes ago. `I wonder what's keepin'
the dolt.'  Lazily Randy climbed out of bed and walked to his door,
stepping over the pile of mingled clothes which still lay crumpled on his
otherwise clean floor. He peered out into the hallways slowly, head bent
low. The coast was clear. Quick as a squirrel he scampered across the
carpeted hallway and into his older brother's room. Brad was sitting on the
edge of his bed. He had buried his face in the palms of his hands, but
jerked quickly upright as Randy entered and silently closed the door.

"Fuck! Randy! Fuck!" Brad stammered as Randy walked over to the bed and
plunked down naked.

"Well, if you insist." Randy quipped as he swung an arm around Brad's
shoulders and tried to pull him close. "What's the matter Brad, you look
all freaked." He said while planting a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Randy, knock it off. Dad saw. He fuckin' SAW." Brad groaned while pushing
away.

Randy sat in silence for a long moment. As soon as he had entered Brad's
room his dick had come back to life, but now it wilted just as
rapidly. `Dad saw?' he wondered. "Saw what?" he asked after another moment
had passed.

Brad turned, face flushed as he spoke "When I left your room I bumped right
into him. I think he was coming from the bathroom or something, but... but
he saw me naked with my woody. Randy man, he had one too! The front of his
boxers was soaked-- I thought he spilled something on them but..."

Randy was beginning to understand. "He couldn't have seen Brad, the door
was locked. It was locked! Right?" Brad hesitated.  "Right?!" Randy
repeated as he shook the older lad by his shoulder.

"Right. RIGHT!" Brad hissed while breathing a long sigh. "It was locked, I
had to unlock it to open it. But he was hard Randy, really hard. And he saw
me totally hard. Leaving your room. He has to know by now."

"What did you tell him?"

"Um..." Brad began, his eyes squinting as he tried to
concentrate. "Er... let'see... I told him I was hot. That's why I was
naked. `Cause I was hot."

Randy's right eye twitched ever so slightly as he looked at his
brother. His big, strong, sexy, STUPID brother. He drew a slow breath
between clenched teeth. "Okay. That. Was. Good." He lied.

"Ya? Ya think?" Brad smiled uncertainly, looking to him for approval.

"Yes, it was fucking genius." Randy retorted, trying to keep the sarcasm
out of his tone and failing miserably. Changing topics he looked down at
his dick. "So... now that dad is gone to bed, what's say we go back to my
room and have some more fun?"

Brad frowned at that, but after a few tugs on his prick nodded
agreement. "Okay," he said "then we can come back here and sleep on the
clean sheets."

Randy lead Brad to the door, listened at its side, then opened it ever so
softly. His hardon led the way into the hallway as he looked back and gave
brad a wink. When he turned Brad bumped naked into his back. Randy had
stopped short, the cocky little cock sucker grin wiped from his face. He
was facing his dad.

"Oh... hi dad." Randy squeaked. `FUCKING IDIOT!' he wailed silently,
wishing he could shrivel up as quickly as his prick just had, `Why didn't
you stay in Brad's room? Why, why why whywhywhywhywhy?!'

"Good morning boys." Tim said as he regarded his two naked sons with the
full of his eye.

"Ya, g-good mornin' dad.' Brad echoed.

The hallway was cramped from the closeness of the three men. Randy stood
there totally naked, fully exposed while Brad had only his own slender body
to hide his own nudity. The Tool-Man was garbed only in a pare of thin
boxers which had a rather large wet spot on its crotch. Randy gulped as his
eyes unconsciously drifted over his dad's body. The scent of sex lingered
about the man, the unmistakable smell of sperm. And his chest seemed
so... Randy could not place it.  Randy's heart beat hammered in his ears,
ever thump echoing. `Why doesn't he say something? Why does he just keep
looking?!'

The phone in the kitchen began to ring. Once. Twice. Three times.

Randy watched in a daze as Tim turned and walked away, down the hall
towards the kitchen. Just as quickly Randy ran to his room and locked the
door, while Brad turned and did the same. Neither boy left his room for the
rest of the day, praying that their father would forget they existed.


* * *


Tim had reached the phone on its sixth ring and answered while his head
still spun wildly. "Hello?" he asked in a mechanical voice, not really
paying attention to his actions.

"Tim? Hey it's Marty." The voice on the other end of the phone greeted.

"Wha-? Marty? Do you know what time it is?" Tim said, shaking the scene of
his two naked sons from his mind.

"TOOL TIME!" came the reply, followed by a snort of laughter.

"Ha ha blah!" Tim snickered, "What's up?"

There was a pause and for a moment Tim had thought the connection went
dead. "Tim, I have been thinkin' and..." Marty stopped again but Tim could
hear breathing on the other end of the line. "Tim I think it would be fun
to head up to Wilson's cabin. If you still want to."

Tim was overjoyed, but tried to moderate his tone. "Marty! That's
great. How long can you take off work?"

"Oh, I dunno... a few days maybe. I was saving some vacation time, but
since Nancy and I have been fighting..."

"Three days sound good?" Tim asked, hoping to get away from the nasty
subject of Nancy. Tim hated that wench.

"Three? Heck, why not make it a week?" Marty replied.

"Oh... a week. Well, I mean, I have some vacation time too... and it's
not like they can do the show without me. I'm sure I could take a week, but
I'll have to check with Binford first." A grin split Tim's face from ear to
ear. `YES!' he thought while dancing a quick little jig, `This is PERFECT!'
"Um... When do you wanna leave?"

"Friday?"

"Sounds good. How have you been?"

"Oh..." Marty began with an unhappy sigh, "I've seen better days. Let's
just say that this vacation couldn't come at a batter time."

"Heh, well I hear that man." Tim grinned, "Listen, it's still early and I
was hopin' to catch up on my beauty sleep. I'll talk to you later, `k?"

"Ya... ya that's good Tim, talk to you later." Marty said before pausing
again. When he did speak his voice was soft "Tim?"

"Ya?"

"Thanks."

"What are big brothers for? Good night." Tim smiled.

"Good night."

When he had placed the phone on its receiver Tim took a trip out to the
garage and locked the door behind him. Seated safely in the hot rod he
dropped the boxers to the floor and leaned back, thinking of Marty. His
favorite tool quickly arose to the task at hand, and he worked it with a
master's skill.



To be continued...

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