Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2012 20:55:41 -0800 From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com> Subject: Growing Up Naked: Chapter 22; Story codes: M, MM, exhib, inc Disclaimer: This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers. By getting this far into nifty.org, the reader acknowledges his/her legal right to be here. The reader will hold nifty and/or the author harmless. Warning: This erotic fiction contains consensual sexual experiences between fictional males. If this is not your thing, leave now. Furthermore, any similarity to any person, place or thing living or dead is merely coincidental. There is no safe sex in this story because it is fiction. Remember: In real life, play as safe as possible preferably no exchange of bodily fluids. My stories are copyrighted and are not available for use under any condition. Please forward all comments to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com. Support nifty.org. We have all shot our loads reading Nifty. Show appreciation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Thank you. Enjoy. Story codes: M, MM, exhib, inc ----------------------------------- Main characters: John - Narrator of the story, 18-year-old, gay, exhibitionist, 5'11, 160 lbs., smooth, total bottom David - John's 20-year-old straight Adonis brother, 5'11", 180 lbs.,lean muscle, light fur, bubble butt, total top Dad - John and David's father, late-40's, gay, divorced, 6'1", 200 lbs., hairy, beef muscle, mostly top Bob - Dad's boyfriend, mid-30's, gay, exhibitionist, 5'10, 170 lbs., bear cub, regardless of pitching or catching always in control ----------------------------------- Growing Up Naked – Chapter 22 David was gone to work as usual by the time I woke up. I lay in bed for a few minutes appreciating the new digs until it became clear that abortion from David's nightly fuck was upon me and I raced to the bathroom. There was such a satisfying feeling sitting on the toilet thinking about how often David was dumping a load of sperm in my bowels. Dad was right; enjoy the ride – pun intended. I walked into the kitchen to find Bob at the table eating some breakfast. "Hey sleepy head." Bob greeted. "Morning Bob." "Did you sleep well in the new bed last night?" "Yeah, it was great and David has already fucked me twice in it." "Wow. How did that happen?" "I texted him to tell him the bed was here after our suck/fuck session with the movers. He told me to be ready. Bob, he came into the bedroom naked and unwashed from the day's work and turned me into his little pig. He first made me suck his cock, and then I licked his balls smelling the fresh odor of landscaping. For the first time, I was allowed to eat out his ass. I rode his cock on the home stretch while he worked my nipples until they were raw. It was fucking hot. "Also the last two nights when I get home he lubes up my hole, rolls me over on my stomach and pledges a load. I have a feeling that I can expect that every night until he goes back to college." "There are worse things." Bob said jokingly. "Yeah, I know. The only thing that bothers me is he keeps saying `I love you' in a tone that is meaningful, not just like a brother. It's a little weird. Dad told me to let it go, but I'm having a little trouble with it." "Well, maybe he does love you beyond being a brother. We met that father and son who were in a committed relationship yesterday. Anything is possible." Bob was not helping. "Yes, but I'm clear I don't want to be in a committed relationship with David. I will do anything for him, but I would have to draw the line there." I said emphatically. Bob saw how upset I was getting and decided to calm me down. "John, I said anything is possible. I agree with your Dad though. I don't think that David wants to be in a relationship with you beyond being a loving brother and fuck buddy." "I'm sure you are right, Bob. I just don't want to hurt him." Bob became very parental, which was not something I experienced from him before. "John, you will learn that sometimes people are going get hurt. You may be the best pig bottom whore on the planet, and by the way, I think you are; yet you still are your own man. Following your own path sometimes hurts other people. My experience is they get over it particularly if they really love you." I barely heard what Bob was saying to me. I understand those kind words much more today because words do not teach; it is life experience that teaches. I had to go out into the world first and have my experiences in order to recognize on a deep level what Bob just said to me. Part of my next life experience came as our conversation evolved. Bob asked, "John, I would like for you to come to the hotel today and interview with the head of HR." "Oh. Ok. What should I do?" "I made an appointment for you to see him at 1 PM. Dress nice, slacks, button down shirt, tie. Leave in plenty of time to catch the bus." "I'm a little nervous." I said. "It will be ok. You are a very typical, inexperienced new hire. What they are looking for his good manners, well-groomed, and enthusiasm. You have all of that. It won't be more than an hour. He will ask you to fill out some forms. He's a nice guy and a personal friend." Bob reassured. My mind immediately thought, Bob doesn't have a lot of personal male friends who he hasn't played with. I wonder if the HR guy is gay. "Ok, Bob. I'll be there. You can count on me. I know you put yourself out there to recommend me. I won't let you down." "I know you won't buddy. Look nice, be on time, smile. You'll have the job if you do that. Now I have to get to work. Oh, by the way, if Mr. Brooks asked you how you know me, you can tell him that your Dad is my boyfriend." Bob left the kitchen leaving me with an interesting tidbit. He went back to the bedroom to dress and was out the door in no time. I cleaned up after everyone's morning rush. Much of the cleaning of the house was my responsibility since I worked fewer hours. That was going to change and we would all have to keep up or maybe we should hire a maid. I laughed. I can just see a house cleaner around here with four naked men. We'll figure out how to do it ourselves. I showered, dressed and left to catch the bus at 11 AM. I wanted to get to the hotel early and catch a bite at a sandwich shop before the interview. I didn't want to have a growling stomach. The bus was a ten-minute walk to the stop and a twenty-minute ride. It would be a longer commute than the theater. I had some concerns over that. Hopefully I could catch a ride with Bob or Dad could pick me up at night. I had no desire to learn to drive or have a car. It was counterproductive to me saving money for school. The public transportation in our city wasn't fabulous, but it was good enough for me. The ride was easy and I was in front of the hotel by 11:50. I walked over to a little place for a quick feed. Afterwards, I went back to the hotel and right in the front doors. The doorman opened the door for me. I thanked him. This was a classy place. I went up to the front desk and asked where the HR office was. The nice woman actually walked me to it instead of giving me directions. I was beginning to see the level of service this place provided. She opened the door and introduced me to the HR's secretary. She wished me good luck with a kind and sincere smile. "Hi, my name is John. I'm here to see Mr. Brooks." Introducing myself. "Yes, John. Mr. Brooks is expecting you. I'm glad you are early. You can fill out these forms in advance of your interview." She handed me the forms on a clipboard. I sat diligently and filled it all out. This was only the second time in my life I had filled out employment forms and my first time as an adult. I finished in no time and handed them back to her. "It will be just a minute John." I sat for about ten minutes, then the door opened and Mr. Brooks walked out. I stood immediately. He stuck out his hand, "Hi John. I'm Mr. Brooks. Why don't you come in my office?" "Yes Sir." "Have a seat." We both sat down. Mr. Brooks was a handsome man. I could see Bob and him fucking in my imagination. I certainly wouldn't mind getting in his pants myself; however, I was not about to do that with a potential employer. Even as a cock slut, I knew to keep my dick in my pants sometimes. I know I hadn't done that with Phil or Matt at the theater, but I had been an employee for a while and I knew that there was nothing more than lust involved with either of them. That said, this commitment was going to be tough. I wanted his cock in my throat and up my hole. Mr. Brooks was about 5'8", maybe 160 lbs. He was total preppy with tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses, thinning brown hair, a button-down Oxford light blue shirt, tasteful beige khakis, an expensive tie and a beautiful blue blazer sport coat. He even had burgundy penny loafers with matching belt. He was probably in his mid-thirties. I have learned over the years to watch out for those types of guys who dress conservatively as if they lived in Cambridge or Princeton. They can be pigs in the bedroom; typically aggressive and will fuck you hard. The bulge in Mr. Brooks' khakis told the whole story. I bet that if Bob and he were once fuck buddies, it was wild. I wondered if Bob made a recording. Mr. Brooks started, "Bob recommended you." "Yes Sir." I answered attempting to stay focused when all I could think about was how hot this preppy stud would be without clothes on, but with his glasses on; a fetish of mine. "What makes you feel you would be good at the room service job?" Mr. Brooks started with a typical HR question. "Well, Sir. I've worked for the little movie theater in our neighborhood for four years. I deal with all the other employees. I am responsible for closing at night and doing the accounting for the deposit. I also run the new projector system. I'm in front of the patrons a lot and deal with any complaints on the evening shift. So I have a lot of varied familiarity including handling money, working with others and customer service." "That sounds good. Why change?" Another typical question. "Sir, there is no further advancement in the theater. I can see that being in the hotel business there is more room for career possibilities." I had to adjust myself a little in the seat. My lust was increasing and I sensed Mr. Brooks noticed. "You're 18 and just graduated from high school. Do you want to go to college, John?" "Yes, I want to; however, I decided that I also want more money before I go. If I live at home with my Dad, I can save money." I felt that answer impressed Mr. Brooks. Mr. Brooks responded. "Well, John. You have a good head on you. You are enthusiastic and well mannered. I can tell you those are the only people we hire." "Would you like to see some of the hotel?" "Absolutely." I was thrilled Mr. Brooks asked. "Come with me, John. I'll first take you to the kitchen briefly to show you the starting point of food running. Then, I'll take you up to a couple of the rooms so that you can understand what is expected." Mr. Brooks put his hand on my shoulder as we exited his office. The touch sent shivers down my spine. Mr. Brooks had a sexual energy about him that was palpable. I was thrilled that Mr. Brooks was taking this extra time with me. This place had a good feel to it so far including Mr. Brooks' feel. I don't know why I would expect anything else since Bob was the manager and he was one of the best men I had ever met in my life. Mr. Brooks took me to the large industrial kitchen. It was huge because the hotel also did banquet and large convention activity. He told me that I could make extra money and hours doing banquet, which was always a scheduling challenge to get enough staff for big events. Mr. Brooks and I took one of the elevators to a mid-floor. He wanted to show me a standard king room. When we were riding the elevator, which is always one of those uncomfortable moments of life I was checking out how opulent the lift was. At the same time, I felt that Mr. Brooks was checking me out. I said to myself, `John, play this cool. You're a big ole' whore. You don't want to ruin Bob's reputation by sucking off the HR guy even before you are hired. Chill.' Mr. Brooks showed me a standard. He demonstrated how to greet the guest and the options for placement of the food. He was pointing all this out with his right hand. His left hand was in his khakis playing with his meat. I tried very hard to play innocent and not notice. We then moved to a large suite; not the Presidential, but it was a two-bedroom, living room with mini-kitchen. When we were in that suite I noticed that Mr. Brooks' cock was close to full hard. Stiff dick is difficult to hide in khaki. I was beside myself at this point. I wanted to rip my clothes off and devour Mr. Brooks' protrusion. "Mr. Brooks, I want to ask a question?" I could no longer ignore the sexual tension. "Sure John." "Mr. Brooks, how much did Bob tell you about me?" I asked. "Well John, Bob told me that you were a good worker and a nice young man." Mr. Brooks attempted to be evasive. "Anything else, Sir?" Now Mr. Brooks was the one that could not ignore. "John, Bob told me that you two are sexual friends and that you are quite the bottom and an exhibitionist." "Mr. Brooks, I don't want to do anything to risk this opportunity; however, you are an incredibly sexy man and your dick is rock hard. I want to take all my clothes off and service you, but I don't want to fuck this up either." "John, you will not fuck up your job opportunity." Mr. Brooks took my hand and pulled me toward him kissing me full on. I felt his solid rod press against my pants. With his tongue down my throat, he started to loosen my tie finally pulling it off my collar. Next, the buttons of my shirt released. He lovingly took his hands removing my shirt from my shoulders as I straightened my arms to allow the shirt to fall to the floor. The sensual feel of my bare chest against his tailored blazer heightened my already aroused state. Mr. Brooks continued to explore my mouth with his tongue as he undid my pants which met my shirt on the floor. Mr. Brooks now stepped back. "John, take your shoes and socks off. I want to look at you naked. That's it baby. Show me that hot body. Wow, you are a beautiful man. Your body in amazing. Now start playing with your cock. Lightly now. We don't want you to lose it too fast." Mr. Brooks undid his pants pulling out one of the largest cocks I had ever seen. It was about 10" inches, thick and veiny. His piss slit was huge. I so wanted my tongue to explore it. I fantasized about taking a huge load of both piss and cum from that amazing hole. Mr. Brooks continued his sexual spewing. "Look at me John. You want to play with me don't you? I saw it in your eyes the moment we met. I'm your type; a sexy older preppy guy with a hot body and big cock. You want that cock don't you John? You want to suck me off. Look how big my piss slit is. See the pre-cum there. You want to taste it don't you fucker? Yeah. That's right baby. Play with yourself and think about what it would be like to taste my cock, taste my cum, taste my piss. Fucking getting you hot, eh buddy? You are one sexy fucker. Turn around and show me your ass. Oh that's pretty. Nice pretty ass. Nice fuckable ass. Now bend over for me and spread those cheeks. Oh, look at that hole. Now that's one fuckable hole. John, you want my cock in there buddy? You want my preppy prong opening you up.?" "Oh yes Mr. Brooks. I want your cock. I want you to fuck me. Please, Sir, fuck me now." "Naw, John. That ain't gonna happen right now. We don't have the time. I want to take you nice and slow. I want my cock to luxuriate in that hole. I want that beautiful ass of yours to know what it feels like days later to have this fucker inside it. I want to fuck you so hard you won't stand straight for days. That's right fucker. Some other time. Doesn't that frustrate the shit out of you? That's the point. I want you horned up more for it. I want you to beg to have that cock up there. I want your ass to need it so bad that your hole will give my cock more respect than any previous cock that has had the pleasure. You are one scrumptious bottom whore. "Now turn around. I want to see you shoot. That's it baby. Lay down on the floor. Play with yourself. Look at that handsome body. Fuck man. I want you so bad. And when you come to work here, you are going to get my cock more often than you can probably take. Oh look at how you are playing with your nipples. You like your pretty titties worked over, I bet. That will be nice. Want to make the raw. Now fucker, shoot your load. We ain't got all day. That's it. Oh, yeah. I can see it building. I can see those balls tightening. You're starting to shutter. Almost there, aren't you buddy? Come on man. Let's see it. Let's see that boy cum. Oh fuck. Yeah. Fuck. Fuck. Oh look at that. Look how beautiful that is. Look at your cock painting your chest and abs with the sweet elixir of youth. "Ok fucker, and now I'm going to add to your Jackson Pollock. Look at my cock. Yeah. I want you to look at my cock. Look at what you are going to get being here. Oh, fuck, oh fuck. Here it comes buddy. Here comes a man load for you. AAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!" Mr. Brooks did paint my chest. I don't know how he did it, but he didn't get any cum on the floor or on his still clothed body. "Come here, John. Wipe the last of it off my cock with your tongue. Oh baby. That's nice. You know. You know how to take care of a man. You know how to worship cock. Yeah. You are a fucking natural. That's it baby. I don't want any residue on my underwear. I got to go back to work." When I was finished extracting every last drop from his Princeton penis, Mr. Brooks pushed that beautiful example of manhood back in his khakis. "Ok, John. We got to go." "Mr. Brooks can I have a towel?" "No John. We can't make any mess in here. It is ready for guests. You will just have to put your shirt on with the wet cum on your chest." "But, Mr. Brooks, someone might see. It will show through." "Yeah. It will, John." He chuckled. I put my clothes on. The cum immediately started to seep onto my shirt making it wet in spots. Mr. Brooks and I walked out of the suite to the elevator. We went down to the lobby. As we were going back down the elevator, Mr. Brooks changed from idle chat to, "John, when do you believe you could start?" "Sir, I would have to give notice to my current job. I also want to talk to my Dad one more time before I commit. Would that be ok, Mr. Brooks?" I fibbed a little. It wasn't my Dad I had to talk to. It was my brother. I promised David I wouldn't make a final decision until I spoke with him. "I understand John. Why don't you meet with your Dad. Would you call me either way to let me know? I am in need of staff for the fall/winter events and increased occupancy. I would love to get you on board quickly." We parted in the lobby. I thanked Mr. Brooks profusely for his time and I was very sincere. Mr. Brooks walked away to his office. I watched him until he turned a corner. Fuck he was hot and I did want his dick up my hole. I proceeded out the front door. The doorman opened it with the same smile and pleasantness as before. He didn't even look at my disheveled state. I would later learn that there was a level of discretion inherent in the operation of the hotel. I walked to the bus stop. The bus came quickly. I boarded and took a seat way in the back. I know that Mr. Brooks thought this was sexy and fun. In the hotel, I wasn't so sure, but sitting on the bus I realized that the drying cum on my chest felt incredible. When my stop came, I got off and immediately took off my shirt in the daylight. It was only 2:30 in the afternoon. I was so horned I wanted to take all my clothes off. Instead, I waited until I got to the front door. I looked around to see if anyone was on our street. There didn't seem to be so I took off my shoes and socks, dropped my pants and underwear standing on the porch naked before unlocking the door to enter. I took everything down to the laundry immediately because I knew that my good shirt would be ruined if I didn't get it washed now. Cum may be white shooting out of a dick, but it stains like mustard if left on fabric. I heard the door slam. David was home. "Hey John, you home?" "I'm down here in the laundry." David came downstairs to the basement naked holding his work clothes. "Oh good. You started a load. I'll just throw my stuff in too." "No you don't, fucker. Those are my good clothes. I don't want your stinking garden rags in there with them. Do them separately." I was joking and forceful at the same time. David was surprised by my assertiveness, but he knew I was correct. "All right. I'll do them later." He threw his clothes on the floor, grabbed me giving me a big kiss. He started sniffing. He pushed me back noticing the dried cum on my chest and stomach. "Hey, what's this? Looks like you've been playing." I sheepishly responded. "Yeah, David. I played with the head of HR at Bob's hotel this afternoon during my interview." David was upset. "What? I asked you not to commit until we talked!" "Relax, David. I didn't commit. I just went for an interview that Bob arranged. I told Mr. Brooks I had to speak with my Dad before agreeing. I know it was a lie. It was you I wanted to speak with first." David calmed a little but he was still dismayed that I went. I thought it was funny that he didn't give a damn about the fact that I had sex with the HR manager. He was only interested in the job thing. "Listen. Let's get out of the basement. You go take a shower and get the lawn off you. I'll go fix us some sandwiches and let's talk about it. Nothing happened David. I promised you I wouldn't commit until we spoke and I kept my word. Ok." "Ok." David and I met in the kitchen in fifteen minutes. I still had dried cum on my chest. I wasn't ready to wash that off me yet. Mr. Brooks was too hot not to feel his cum a little while longer. He sure was right about leaving that cum on me. I loved the sensation of it. "Ok, David. What's the deal? Why don't you want me to work for the hotel? I asked rather aggressively contrary to how I normally play David. "John, I'm concerned about you becoming a prostitute at the hotel. I know I'm being your overprotective brother, but do you really think this is a good idea?" "David, first I am hiring on to be a room service runner. Let's take the sucking cock out of the picture for a second. I can make more money than I do at the theater because there is more hours available including overtime at time and a half. It is also a way into a business. I don't see the job at the theater as taking me further than the job at the theater. Can you see why this is a better opportunity if my goal is more money for school?" "Yes, John. I get that. I encourage that and if you left it at that, we would not be having a discussion." David replied. "Then what is it about the other part that has you so upset?" I asked. "John, you are awfully innocent. You have lived a quiet suburban life away from the grittier side of things. I know that Bob was a male prostitute to put himself through school, but Bob grew up on the grittier side. Bob is street smart. Bob worked hard to get where he is with no help from loving parents as we have. Bob also has a dominant presence about him. I know he can bottom, but he is a dominant man. He isn't alpha like me, but he is close enough. Guys don't fuck with him. It is an energy. It is an aura. I'm sure that even when he was eighteen and working at that hotel where he made all that money, no one fucked with him. If he were in a room with a man, no guy would try anything on him other than sex. "You're not like that. You're too innocent and too gullible. That is not a bad thing. We all have our levels of energy we admit to others. I am concerned that there are men that would take advantage of you and you are not capable of defending yourself." David reached over putting a hand on my shoulder in reassurance. Wow. David wasn't pulling any punches. He was very direct. Unfortunately, he was also correct. Bob is a lot more dominant man than I am. Bob is much closer to alpha male and I am far closer to beta male. Thinking back on yesterday's experience with the movers, Bob was totally in charge even though Daddy Joe fucked him. I remember watching them. Bob had total command over Joe. Joe may have been the big man, the guy with the dick up Bob's ass, but Bob was the man in charge. Listening to Bob's verbal assault, there was no question who was Alpha in that scene. Bob made Joe fuck him, not the other way around. "I still think it is a good job move." I defended. "John, that's not what we're talking about." David was clearly irritated. "Ok, I know David. We are talking about me wanting to suck business cock with an extra gratuity. So what do I do? I know that if I take the room service job the day is going to come when there is going to be a single businessman in a room who will make a play for me. I don't believe I will be able to turn that down either on a monetary or emotional level. I love cock too much. I mean I got naked and jacked off for the HR guy in the hotel room he was showing me today. Mr. Brooks was the only one with restraint. He told me that we couldn't really get into it because he had to get back to his office. I, on the other hand, was naked and getting a load of HR cum on my chest. Yeah, it was wild. He was hot; just my type; older, receding hairline, preppy. I wanted his jizz so bad. I'm not used to `no'. Do I ever say no to you?" David laughed attempting to ignore as much of my last statement as possible, he moved onto answer the `what can I do?' question. "There are a few things you can do. You could say no, but that's probably not going to happen. You could take a basic self-defense class. You can talk with Bob as much as possible. Those things may move your beta-alpha scale a little more to alpha. I don't expect much. I believe we are inherently set on the scale. Besides, part of what makes you so wonderful is who you are now. Why would you want to change that?" David leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips. Well, that will make a girl flutter except this time it made me mad. "David, what the fuck is going on? I know you are right in your assessment of who I am. It just that I don't understand. Why you are being so affectionate toward me?" I yelled it out regretting it the minute it came out of my mouth. David was stunned. I never yelled at him. We never fought. The look on his face told me I struck a nerve and I couldn't take it back. David paused for a moment. "John, I love you. I..." He was going to continue, but I interrupted. "David, you keep saying that to me. It is as if I am your girlfriend." Oh fuck. I did it now. "I don't know how to take that. Do you want to be in a relationship with me?" Now I was crying. "Oh John. What's this about?" David asked. "David, we have always gotten along. I have always sucked your cock or allowed you to fuck me. I love doing that. It was when you started being affection that it scared me. I don't understand. You are supposed to be my straight brother who happens to like to fuck his younger brother; just fuck, no love other than the love between brothers. You keep saying `I love you' as if you want more from me." Now I was very upset, but at least I had told the truth. David softly replied, "John, I do love you. I love you more than just being my brother. Being with you makes me happy. I love making love to you as much, if not more than any woman I have ever been with." Yes, he just called me a woman. David continued, "Yes, I am straight, but that doesn't mean anything when it comes to you. You are easy. You don't require more of me than I am capable of giving. Women want more out of me and I just don't have it." "So you are practicing on me." I proclaimed. "Well, I never thought of it that way, but maybe I am. Is there something wrong with that?" "No, but I don't want to be in a relationship with you. I don't want to be the David and John equivalent of Bob and Dad." "Oh, baby. No. I don't want that either. I just want to be with you. I'm so sorry if I scared you. I'm not very good at this. I'm not good at expressing my emotions. You know that. It took a lot for me to say `I love you'." David said with such a level of thoughtfulness. Now I was balling. If you haven't figure it out by now in this saga, I am a bit of a crybaby. David is right; I'm a real beta. "Come here baby. Come sit on your brother's lap. Cry it out buddy. It's ok." Now here was David being loving and kind. I wonder what was stopping him from doing that with a woman. Oh well. I no longer cared. I had said my peace. Dad had been right about his take on David. I could live with my big strapping butch brother making love to me now that I knew he didn't want any more than that. "David, you are totally right about the hotel. I'm sorry to say that I still want to take the job. I have a policy of never saying no to you, but this time I have to say no. I want to take the offer." Now I was putting it on the line trusting what Bob said about David. I had to do this. I had to trust that David would love me even if I said no to him. "John, I didn't expect you to not take the job. I just want you to be a little more aware of whom you are and consider that when you find yourself in a situation in a hotel room with a businessman. Please be safe." David kissed me on the lips and dried my tears with a napkin. Anyone witnessing me sitting on my brother's lap, when I am the same size as him, would have found that silly looking. Even I thought it was. David made me feel safe. I would never forget this heart-to-heart talk. The fight and the make-up brought us closer together. I realized that on occasion I was going to say no to my brother. I kept it to a minimum, but I did say no now and then, even in regards to him fucking me. It made our relationship stronger. "Come on baby. Let's go to our room and take a nap. And, I mean a nap while we wait for Dad to get home." We both laughed. About an hour later, I heard Dad come in the door. "Hey guys, I'm home. Let's eat." I crawled out of bed leaving David alone. "Dad, I've been sleeping. I didn't make dinner. I'm sorry." "Ok, I'll get out of my clothes and we'll figure it out." The three of us sat down to dinner. Dad said that Bob wasn't coming home tonight. Bob had been neglecting his side business, the porn exhibitionist website, being with Dad so much. He told Dad that he had to do a jack off show for his VIP clients. Several had threatened to unsubscribe if they didn't get to see Bob naked and shooting a load with them. It takes a lot of prep and work. He didn't want to leave his house and come over afterwards. David asked Dad if he could work out with him tonight. They dropped me off at the theater and headed to the gym. When I got home that night, David was sitting on the couch waiting for me. He should be in bed because he had to work early. "What are you doing up, David?" "John, I got to tell you something." "Ok, let me go take my uniform off and I'll come back." I went in our bedroom taking off my clothes and throwing them in the laundry basket. I walked back in and curled up next to David's naked body. He put his big strong arm around me pulling me close and giving me a kiss. "So what's going on?" "I fucked Dad tonight." "What?!" "Yeah. Dad and I had sex. We went to the gym and had a great workout. We talked about a lot of stuff. You know with everything going on lately, Dad and I had not had a lot of conversation. We talked a little about the divorce and about the girls never coming to the house any more. He talked about how much that hurt him. Then, we talked about what happened between you and me this afternoon. All the while, we are having an incredible workout, grunting, straining and sweating up a storm. When we got back to the house we both went to our separate rooms to take our gym clothes off. Something came over me and I walked into Dad and Bob's room. I saw Dad and how incredible his body looks. He is one fucking stud." "Yeah, David. I know." Thinking to myself, `you are just now noticing this David?' David continued, "Anyway, I walked up to him, held him by his beefy arms and kissed him on the lips. And, I mean kiss him like I kiss you." "What did he do?" I asked. David progressed the story, "Dad said, `David, are you sure?' I said, `Yeah Dad, I'm sure.'" "Dad started kissing me back. Before long, we were on the bed rubbing each other's hard cocks together. I started having real male animal sex with him. We both reeked from the gym. The elevated testosterone was too much. I just had to have him. I don't know whether it was because of us, or what our family had gone through, or Bob entering the picture, or that gang fuck on July 4th of your pretty little cunt." I had to smile at David always throwing a straight term into any scene. David went on, "John, I asked Dad if I could fuck him and he said yes. I grabbed the lube off the nightstand. I kept kissing him as I probed his hole with my oiled fingers. Dad started moaning a lot. I thought he might even cum before I stuck my cock in him. I raised his legs and pushed the head of my dick inside him. We rested for a minute. I don't think Dad gets fucked often. Then, inch by inch, I pushed all the way in. I rested again leaning down and kissing him some more. I asked him if he was ok. He said he was. I told him that I was going to go for it now. He said, `fuck me.' And we were off the races." "Wow." I exclaimed. "Yeah, I couldn't do it long and I don't think he could take it long either. I shot my load in Dad and while I was still inside him I lubed up is cock and jacked him off. His jizz sprayed all over his chest and up to his face. It was fucking hot. When we were finished, I leaned in and kissed him for five minutes before my cock slipped out of his ass. "I moved off him and onto my back. We stared at the ceiling for some time holding each other close. I finally said, `Thank you Dad. I've wanted to do that for some time.' He said to me, `Son, I'm glad we did. It broke the tension between us.'" "What tension?" I asked David. "Dad and I had some tension. I think it stems from the divorce. I also think it comes from our sexual relationship. You know, you and I have sex. You have sex with Dad, but Dad and I had not had sex. Something needed to change. I don't know. All I can say, it is better." By this point, I was as hard as a rock. I was scared to ask David this request, but I did anyway. "David, I have a fantasy. Would you let me fulfill my fantasy before we got to bed? It won't take long and it doesn't require you cumming again." "Ok, what it is?" David asked with a smirk. "I want to sit on your lap, suck your man nipples and jack off." "Fuck yeah, come here baby." David pulled me toward him and started kissing me. I knew I would get to his nipples but it wasn't before David got to share some spit with me. David pushed my lips down on his nipple and said, "Suck `em fucker. Milk my man tits. Yeah, my baby needs his milk. My baby needs to suck titties. Take my nipple fucker. Jack your cock. I wanna see cream shooting out while you make love to this stud. Feel how rock hard my pecs are. Feel me tighten them. Feel me flex them. Makes you wet, don't it fucker? You are so queer. You are so queer for me. Come on John. Suck `em. Suck `em. Cream. Cream your cock." I shot a major blast all over me. My lips stayed attached to David's nipple. David held me like a little baby, which is exactly what I wanted and what my fantasy was. I wanted to do that the other day with Joey, and I had every intension of sucking Joey's hot pecs some day, but I am so glad I fulfilled this fantasy with my loving, stud brother, David. 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