Date: Sat, 05 May 2001 01:37:44 -0400
From: Twi Groove <Twigroove@onebox.com>
Subject: fucking-sucking-dad-brian-zach-1

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Disclaimer: If you're in a place where this is illegal, don't read it. If
you're not supposed to be reading it, don't read it. Don't like it? E-mail
me and we'll cyberfuck. Whatever.

Is this a true story? Sort of. Get pumping.
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         Brian. 7 inches. 16.


Alarm clock. Hard dick. Brian opened his eyes, scratched his abs, and
pulled at his cock. It was 2 PM, but he was tired after just waking up (out
late last night... morning... whenever). He threw off the covers and got
up.  Fuck. I have to get to work. He pulled on some boxers in a quick sort
of way and ran to the bathroom out in the hall.

Shit. It wasn't very long til he heard the water running -- Dad was still
in the shower, probably on a break from work. He knocked on the door a
bunch of times, six minutes to get to work (not counting a ten minute
leeway secured for being just a little late) and worst of all, he needed to
take a piss. Bad.

He knocked on the door hard. "What? Brian?" His dad yelled out from the
bathroom, and soon after the sound of water started to lessen. Brian was
pacing, rubbing his dick to keep it quiet and panting his feet back and
forth, standing out in the hallway in some boxers -- which were really
uncomfortable, and he just realized they were on backwards. Fuck I hate
getting up. Another loud knock and the door opens halfway, his Dad's wet
head popping out of the door. Brian pushed it opened full way, walked past
his wet Dad, pulled off his boxers and pissed out into the bowl with his
semi-hard cock in his hand -- "Hey. Sorry."

"Yeah. Sorry. Forgot you had work today." Dad pulled his towel around his
waist a little tighter -- Brian noticed. He picked up his boxers and looked
at his father, a well-built, sort of husky man. Pretty tall, brown hair,
gruff haven't-shaved-yet cheeks. Fully erect dick. Uncut. Thighs. Fucking
monster thighs that you could feel against your ass, working that fat cock
up his tight... "Brian, err --" he just realized his was about to start
rubbing his dick when his father spoke up "-- I'll just be a few minutes
out here, you can use the shower if you need it."

"Yeah. That'd be great." Bri nonchalantly put his boxers over the sink and
reached over his Dad's bicep for the soap before getting in. He started
scrubbing -- or tried to start scrubbing -- biceps, pits, chest, abs, face,
legs... But as soon as he saw his father let his wet towel drop to the
floor, all he could do was lather up his dick and watch the show.

He tried not to stare, but his father was so fucking hot. And his ass was
just there. He imagined fucking it while his father tried to shave,
watching him keep that same solid military rock face while getting pounded
by his son's 7 incher, fucking harder and harder... "So what are you doing
today, Bri?" Ramming that hot bubble butt with all his power... "After
work, I mean."

Brian shoved a finger up his ass and started to thrust a little bit,
watching his father through the curtain heavily, watching his calves flex
back and forth, watching his ass clench back and forth, watching his
triceps go back and forth, hips swinging... "I'm probably gunna go see
Zach." Two strokes away from cumming, so he just started to play with his
balls, squeezing and rubbing, brushing against his hole, feelin his
thighs... "That's good." His father said. He shoved his foot on the counter
and started to towel his right leg off. "Zach's a good kid. I always
thought you should hang out with him more." He switched to his left leg,
and Brian went back to stroking hard, long strokes that hurt as much as it
felt so fucking good...

"Maybe you could invite him over or something tomorrow. What do you think?"
He waited for Brian's answer, while quietly cupping his balls and looking
in the mirror, appraising himself. He smiled at himself a bit, and started
to stroke. "Brian?" He thought about his son in the shower, soaping up,
taking that crew cut dirty blond hair by the hand and tossing his son's
mouth on his full dick. His son must have a good-sized dick now. Like
father like son. "Brian, you there?" He closed his eyes and continued
stroking. Hard, oppressed, making it last longer, pushing his head so hard
that he squints... He shuffled closer to the counter and let his balls drop
on the cold marble, thrusting his legs a bit. Brian, still in the shower
with his eyes shut against the hot water imaging his Dad fucking his tight
ass, was getting close. His dick was getting harder and pulsing by the
second. Dad's meat kept pounding harder and harder. Fuck, he thought, I'm
close, Brian.. So close to coming, Dad... Brian. Pumped faster. Can't look
at himself in the mirror anymore, focused on the thought of fucking his
son. Fucking his father. Dad. Fucking harder. Brian. Fuck. Aaaw shit. Brian
closed his eyes and silently came six or seven squirts of cum. His father
fucked his dick against the sink all he could before releasing a loud growl
and cumming all over the sink -- Brian noticed. He stepped out of the
shower and put his hand on his panting dad's shoulder, letting his still
semi-hard dick flop around with his father looking out of the corner of his
eye. His Dad's limp dick was still in his right hand. Brian grinned a
"Nice," slapped his father's ass and walked out -- Dad watched after him
til the door closed and continued pumping for a second spin. This time, his
son was getting spanked. By the time he came, it was Brian spanking him.

         Zach. 6 inches. 16.

Brian was always late for work. A whole fucking half hour later Zach's had
to cover for the prick. And what was the point? Well, obviously. Brian has
a sweet ass.

He's seen it too. They've known each other for a while now, family friends
and shit like that. Whenever he's at his house, Brian has a habit of
walking around naked. Nothing really gay, but just from the bathroom to his
room and stuff. Zach's always figured Brian's an exhibitionist, really. And
so there's always that hope that one day he'll just rip off his shirt and
grin and start to suck off on his dick in the storage room with a hurricane
tongue. He could just see Bri standing in front of him, naked, on purpose,
with that I'm-a-fucking-god look on his face, ready to unzip his
Blockbuster uniform pants... "Zach!" He shuffled to pull back up his boxers
and zip his pants and started for the door before hearing "Zach! Are you in
storage? Unpack the Guaranteed In Stock boxes, alright? Brian just got
here, he'll come in to help you in a second!"

By the time Brian opened the door and waited for a response (Brian's always
waiting for a response. It's one of the things Zach knew from the start),
Zach was working steadily (or at least pretending to) and said resentfully
[and pretty loudly], "You're late." Brian grinned and closed the door,
"Yeah. Sorry about that. I was busy." Zach rolled his ass, but his dick was
still pretty stiff from before. As a matter of fact, it was getting
harder. Rubbing it up against the metal shelf ever since Bri came in
probably wasn't helping that -- Brian, as usual, noticed.

Zach pretending to work on filing movies -- he didn't even know the titles,
he just put them into piles and listened to Brian breathe behind him, and
he just kept getting all the harder. Bri has that effect on most guys.
Brian had the same thing in mind. Quietly, he pulled off his blue and
yellow Blockbluster polo crew and walked close behind Zach. Breathing on
his neck, hands going across his waist, beneath his belt.

Zach turned around while Brian looked into his face and shoved his tongue
down his throat, popping the button of his pants in one motion and felt up
his dick. His hard dick. Aw fuck. "Zach! Brian! Are you done yet? We need
these shelves restocked by 3! You really ne..." Over the tone of his yells
from outside, Brian kept his eyes closed and kept his body moving against
Zach's while kissing and saying quietly, "Let's go back to my place."
Around all the noise, these are the words that Zach hears the loudest.

Brian opens the doors and leads the way into his room, peeling off clothes
while walking and doing that hot little butt strutting thing that Zach
can't fucking get enough of. When they get into his room, Zach's slowly
peeling off his clothes but the only thing he knows is Brian's flaccid 5
inches is hanging in front of him and he is saying, "You want to touch it,
right?" He looked at Zach honestly while stroking and walking over to
him. He nodded, and Bri pushed him down to his knees. "Fucking suck it
then." He closed his eyes and leaned back. Brian's dick was everything he
dreamed of. It felt hard in his mouth, solid and heavy. It fucked back and
forth from Bri's hips with a kind of growl coming from his throat. The
veins pricked against his teeth and Brian winced and moaned, liking it
harder, pushing and grinding his dick down Zach's throat. "Fuck it
cocksucker, take it all. God don't stop." His balls were clenched tight,
Zach squeezed them hard and Brian fucked his face harder and harder. "Suck
it good, Zach." He slurped the hot rod with his tongue and licked slow and
hard against the slit, precum already coming out.

"Fucking hell." I moved faster and faster while he bucked his hips and
clenched his ass harder and longer, he pumped his slippery dick into my
mouth, ready to shoot off, he slammed my head into him and banged me
against him fifteen or twenty times before he finally came. With a grin he
said, "Get on your ass."


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