Date: Wed, 21 Jul 2004 13:23:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Alex Dark <reverend_dark07@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brian and the Boys, Part II

Brian and the Boys Part II (gay, young friends,
incest)
by Reverend Dark

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more!

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Brian woke with a start the next morning, hard as
stone and horny as a goat. He reached down and cupped
his nuts, then gripped his shaft, wondering if the
experiences of the previous evening were real or just
a dream.

The memory was too vivid to be a dream, Brian decided,
slowly pumping his cock as he thought back to his
encounter with his son Derrick and Derrick's friend
Will. The taste of their cum lingered strongly in
Brian's mouth, and the image of the two boys' taking
turns sucking him was powerful in his mind.

His wife Sarah was already up and out of the bedroom
so Brian decided to relieve himself. He never thought
of himself as exclusively gay, more like bisexual,
though as he had gotten older he had become less
interested in men and more excited by women,
especially women like Sarah: curvy, musky, dark-haired
women with deep brown eyes and twinkling grins. Before
settling down with Sarah, Brian had been a popular
ladies' man in college, but as a teenager he had been
insatiable for cock. Back then he had no interest in
older men of any kind, only boys his age or younger,
and as he had moved into adulthood he had lost
interest in men his own age. This encounter with Will
and Derrick had awakened a side of himself that had
long lain dormant.

As he masturbated he thought about Derrick. Was the
boy really gay, or was he just fooling around with a
friend? He had to be at least bi, Brian thought, or he
never would have wanted anything to do with his dad's
cock. He couldn't hear the normal Saturday afternoon
household sounds that indicated Derrick was home --
music from the radio, sound effects from video games,
phone chatter -- so the idea of repeating last night's
experiences would have to wait.

Would Derrick even be interested in doing it again?
Brian wondered. Maybe. He began to think of previous
incidents in a new light: Derrick sharing a shower and
changing room with him at the health club; a
birds-and-bees lecture that had covered gay and
straight sex; Derrick quickly closing windows on his
computer when Brian walked past; Derrick hanging
around in the bathroom while Brian showered or shaved;
Derrick showing Brian the poison ivy he'd somehow
gotten on his upper thigh and buttocks; Derrick always
asking to feel Brian's muscles ...

The more he thought about it, the more he convinced
himself that Derrick had been interested in or at
least curious about his own father for many years.
Brian pictured his son laying next to him on the bed,
first jacking off with him and then reaching over to
cup and fondle his father's balls, then leaning over
to finish him off, swallowing quickly as Brian
ejaculated, then looking up at his father and smiling.
This was what Brian was focused on as he shot cum all
over his stomach and chest, much further than he
normally did when jacking off. He gasped and bucked on
the bed, then let out a long sigh and relaxed,
enjoying the feel of cum drying on his nipples.

Now he allowed himself to think about evidence to the
contrary. Derrick had expressed interest in girls
several times and had even reported a girlfriend at
school, although Sarah and Brian had never met her.
Brian had found old softcore mags like Playboy and
Penthouse, clearly rescued from a trash can somewhere,
hidden under a pile of clothes in the bottom of
Derrick's closet. Brian was not normally a snooping,
intrusive father -- at the time he was just searching
for his slippers that Derrick loved to "borrow" -- but
maybe that kind of inquisitiveness could pay off with
certainty about Derrick's sexual orientation.

He rolled out of bed and went into the adjoining
bathroom to rinse the dried cum off his torso and
perform his normal morning routines. After brushing
his teeth and shaving he slid on one of his favorite
plain gray T-shirts and khaki cargo shorts but could
not find his slippers. Perhaps Derrick had borrowed
them without asking again? No time like the present
for a little snooping, Brian decided, heading down the
hall to his son's bedroom.

Derrick's walls were covered with posters of athletes
and musicians, nearly all of them male, and now Brian
saw them in a new light. A Mia Hamm poster near
Derrick's bed was adjacent to a poster captioned
"DEFENSE" that pictured a handsome shirtless goalie
blocking a shot. There was a large Return of the King
poster featuring Viggo Mortensen as Aragorn right next
to a small poster of some shirtless, muscular,
light-skinned rapper.

The floor had books, CDs and a few toys everywhere
along with socks and underwear. Brian pushed things
aside with his foot as he looked for his slippers.
There -- almost underneath the bed. He tried to drag
them out with his toes but failed, so he got on his
knees and yanked them out. He moved a loose blanket
out of the way and peered under the bed to see if
Derrick was in the habit of storing anything of
interest under there, but all he saw were dust bunnies
and more clothes.

He stood, grimacing as his knees popped, slid his feet
into his slippers and looked around the room for
potential hiding places. If I was Derrick, where would
I hide my gay porn? Brian thought, realizing at the
same time that he might be on a wild goose chase.
Derrick's overflowing bookshelves might be a good
place to start -- the old Purloined Letter,
hide-in-plain-sight trick.

Brian didn't find any copies of Playgirl, Handjobs,
the Advocate or Inches, but he did find Men In Love,
one of Sarah's Nancy Friday books. There was no sign
of dogeared pages but Brian did find a small scrap of
paper tucked in as a bookmark. The story found at that
page was one of father-son incest; a recounting of a
incident on a hot summer night when a horny son's
curiosity about his father's anatomy got the better of
him.

Despite having jacked off less than an hour ago, Brian
found himself rock-hard in an instant. Not only was
the story as hot as anything he had ever read, but it
was confirmation of Derrick's incestuous desires. He
wondered how long Derrick had the book in his room.
Was this something his son had recently become
interested in, or had the boy been thinking about his
dad for years? No way to tell, but now, Brian was
determined not to waste any more time.

He put the book back exactly where he had found it and
adjusted his cock. Where was Derrick, anyway? Maybe
Sarah had taken him and Will somewhere. Brian moved
around the house looking for a clue. Sarah's purse was
gone and Derrick's dirty sneakers, which normally
lived by the back door, were also not to be found.
Will's backpack and sleeping bag were no longer in the
den.

No point in getting myself all worked up right now,
Brian thought. I better get some things done and then
deal with this when Derrick gets back. And what about
Sarah? Am I really seriously considering having a gay,
incestuous affair with my own son under the same roof
as my wife? I must be crazy, Brian mused, but damned
if I can't stop thinking about it. I've got to figure
something out.

He went out and got the newspaper and the mail then
fixed himself an egg and bacon burrito for lunch,
glancing at the clock the whole time. Where were they?
He read the mail and the entire newspaper, including
the always-infuriating editorial page, and had several
cups of coffee before cleaning his dishes and checking
the time again.

Can't get worked up about this, Brian reminded
himself. Think I'll cut the grass and get some other
yard work done.

He exchanged his comfortable slippers for tube socks
and work boots, then headed out to the garage to get
the weekend weapons of the suburban homeowner:
weedeater, lawnmower, gas can, rake, sprinkler, hose
and garbage bags. He fired up the lawnmower with a
single jerk and began plodding around the front yard.
A couple of neighbors were finished up their yard work
and Brian exchanged waves with them. If they only
knew, he thought. I'd be lynched in no time.

The yard work made the time pass quickly. As Brian put
the last of the yard waste into another plastic bag,
Sarah's gray BMW pulled into the driveway. She gave a
friendly toot on the horn and waved. Derrick was in
the front seat with a helmet on his head.

Brian wiped the sweat from his brow and walked over to
greet them. Derrick would not meet his gaze as he
climbed out of the car and walked past Brian to the
house. Sarah stayed in the car.

"You're not getting out?" he said, leaning over to
kiss her.

She grinned and kissed back. "No, I'm going to yoga. I
just dropped off his friend. I took them to the skate
park for a while."

"All right. I finally trimmed the yard, your
Highness."

"Thank you sweetie! It looks lovely."

"Trimmed the bushes too."

"They look great."

"Can I trim your bush later?"

She fixed him with a bemused stare. "You're
incorrigible, Brian. See you later."

As she backed out of the driveway, she called out:
"Maybe if you're lucky you can trim that bush
tonight!" Then, with another cheery wave and
horn-toot, she was gone.

Brian looked back at the house. Now would be a good
time to talk to Derrick.

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