Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2016 06:45:12 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Homeboy 1 (MMMT, incest, gym sex)

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Homeboy
by Jon Hold
Copyright ©2013, 2016 by the Author
Jonhold@earthlink.net <mailto:Jonhold@earthlink.net>



Chapter 1


Tomi and his Dad were abandoned by his mother when he was a Freshman in
High School. It wasn't long after she left that his Dad discovered that she
had not only cleaned out all the bank accounts, but that she had the house
mortgaged to the hilt with three different high-interest shyster companies
and had left behind the bills for a raft of credit cards, every one maxed
out. Tomi's Dad had managed to pay off all the debt, but all they had left
were the pickup truck and the tools his dad used for work and their
clothing. Everything else went into paying off his mothers debts.

Jock Cuzack filed for abandonment and was given protection from any further
debts his now ex-wife might generate and complete custody of their son
Tomi. Once the legal matters were dealt with and the house cleaned for the
new owners, Jock and Tomi moved in with Simon Cuzack, Tomi's grandfather.

For as long as Tomi could remember his Dad had avoided being around the
house as much as possible, hoping to avoid fights with his constantly
harping and demanding wife. Tomi got in the habit of trying to keep the
house clean early on, since he really didn't like the mess and his mother
was too wrapped up in her soaps, chocolate bon-bons and the telephone to be
bothered. To Tomi, his father was a distant, huge, muscular, surly, scary
person capable of towering rages that sometimes involved kicking doors down
and punching holes completely through walls. Now, suddenly, Tomi was forced
into a position where he not only had to deal directly with his normally
absent father on a daily basis, but with his even more physically
intimidating grandfather.

Tomi had his own room and spent most of his time at school, the library,
the swimming pool or in his bedroom, emerging only to raid the kitchen. His
dad and grandfather came and went at odd hours. They owned a contracting
business that was doing well and ate up huge amounts of their time. Neither
had much time for the boy, and as long as he didn't create any problems,
were pretty much willing to ignore him. Jock did make attempts to bring his
son out of his shell, unsuckcessfooly, but Simon, his grandfather, gruffly
rejected the boy as an effete bookworm and no natural grandson of his.

Part of the problem was that Simon and Jock were big, burly men. Blond,
rugged, deeply bronzed all over by the sun. What time off they did take was
normally spent naked in the back yard by the swimming pool, drinking beer
and sucking up the suns rays. Tomi was barely five foot three and lightly
built in comparison to his father and grandparent. Neither older Cuzack had
any idea that, not only was Tomi a championship member of the swim team,
but had taken the school banner to the State Wrestling Championships were
he had won his weight division, crushing his opponents solidly, and
quickly. He had forged the permission signature and neither his father nor
grandfather even noticed that he was missing for the better part of a week.

After graduation, Tomi spent most of the summer just hanging around the
house. Things finally came to a head when Simon demanded that Tomi either
get on the ball and pitch in, or get the fuck out. Jock just looked at Tomi
and shrugged. Later he stopped by Tomi's room and was obviously
uncomfortable as he told his son that whatever he chose to do, he would
back his son up and help him out until he was on his feet.

There really wasn't much more Tomi could do to keep the house any neater or
cleaner than he already was, but he thought it over and decided that if he
was going to be a houseboy, he might as well be a good one. Doing his
research at the library and buying some good cookbooks was no big deal, but
learning more than just the rudiments of cooking took time and effort he
discovered. He also discovered that the Junior College he had planned on
attending offered a full range of home economics courses as well as a
complete restaurateurs program. He didn't really know what he wanted to
take anyway, so he signed up for some beginning cooking and homemaking
courses for his first semester. He liked the courses and the teachers and
found that he had a certain flare for cooking, and really enjoyed taking
care of the house. Simon and Jock were basically unaware, but their
normally random coming and going started revolving around discussing the
days business over a hearty breakfast and some increasingly good dinners
served promptly at 7 p.m. every weekday.

The Head Coach of the athletics department discovered that Tomi was
attending the Junior College and immediately drafted the young champion
into the swim and wrestling teams. Tomi discovered that home economics
involved bookkeeping, so he took a bookkeeping course which he liked well
enough to continue with well beyond the introductory course.

In trying to make sense of the household accounts, Tomi became aware that
there was no separation between the business accounts and the household and
the personal accounts. All the money was just sort of thrown into the pot
and distributed in a hit or miss sort of way that really couldn't be
referred to as a system. In order to get the household accounts into order,
Tomi discovered that it was easier to just set up two separate sets of
books so that everything could be separated in some sensible
manner. Ownership accounts he just sort of arbitrarily assigned between his
dad and grandfather, giving both equal shares of the very considerable
profit and equity accounts.

Just as they really weren't really aware of the changes around the house,
neither Jock nor Simon were aware of the sudden lack of reminders to pay
bills or the pile of paperwork that normally just suddenly, somehow
majically appeared on their desks. Their business was going great guns and
they really didn't have any time to bother with anything that didn't jump
up in their faces and demand attention. Simon was still surly towards his
grandson, but as long as the boy kept quiet and stayed in the background he
mostly just ignored the boy. Jock was too busy trying to keep up with his
Dad to be much different.

Tomi loved his father, and deeply respected his grandfather. It hurt deep
down inside that neither father nor grandfather seemed to care about him. A
naturally loving person, Tomi felt very alienated. Tomi was also a strong
person. If his "parents" chose to not return his love, then so be it. Tomi
never-the-none-the-less did everything he could think of to help
out. Cleaning house and producing ever better meals, keeping in mind that
Jock and Simon were basically meat and potato guys while gently broadening
their culinary experience. Tomi had all the business files in order, the
bookkeeping up-to-date, and the IRS satisfied with all the necessary
paperwork and payments.

Coach Thompson filled a void in Tomi's life. As outgoing and energetic as
the boy was, the coach sensed the deep sadness in Tomi and made a special
effort to praise and physically reassure his newly acquired star. The kid
was an absolutely fearless hard-charger. Always willing to help a teammate
and modest beyond belief, the kid was, basically, awesome. He totally
dominated his weight class in wrestling and liked to practice with much
larger boys, who he consistently defeated.

In his first college swim meet, Tomi had set new District and State records
in breast stroke, butterfly and freestyle. Swimming the last lap of the
relay, he moved the team from third place (out of four) to first place. The
natural young athlete's high school didn't have a dive team, but the
college coach was working with Tomi and he was rapidly shaping up as a real
threat in the upcoming season.

As if all that wasn't enough, the gymnastics coach had latched onto Tomi
like a starving man set loose in a free grocery store. The kid's fearless
eagerness and natural ability had him headed for a spot on the varsity team
just as soon as he had worked out some quality routines. He was especially
good at anything requiring upper-body strength, quick reflexes and an
excellent sense of timing. Parallel bars, side horse and rings quickly
became his personal favorites and he was becoming a force to be reckoned
with on the free-x mat and the pommel horse. Without even noticing that he
was doing anything out of the ordinary, Tomi had the entire coaching staff
drooling.

Coach Thompson took Tomi with him to an All-State conference as a student
representative. They drove to the State Capital after practice on Friday
and, after a quick fast-food dinner, fell into an exhausted sleep. Saturday
was a whirlwind of meetings and assemblies and politicking and
introductions. Tomi was looking good in his charcoal grey suit and became
quite flustered when the coaches from the big colleges and the universities
insistently questioned Coach Thompson about when Tomi would be available
for draft. Tomi got so intimidated that he ended up all but hiding behind
his Coach.

Tomi asked if he could use the shower first when they finally got done with
the after-dinner politicking. Coach said, "Sure," and Tomi stripped down
and headed for the bathroom. Hands against the wall, head hanging, Tomi was
letting the hot water wash away the days tensions, when the coach entered
the big, glassed-in shower stall. A hand on his back kept Tomi in place
while Coach turned the showerhead aside and soaped up Tomi's torso and
legs. Coach's calm, quiet voice told Tomi how very proud he was about how
Tomi had handled himself throughout all the stress of the day. Gentle,
powerful hands massaged the soap into Tomi's skin, relaxing muscle knots
Tomi hadn't even known he had.

Tomi was nervous when his coach first came in the shower with him. A shower
room full of guys was one thing. Just two guys in a shower was something
totally different. But, it wasn't like arguing with Coach was going to do
anything except irritate the one adult male in Tomi's life that had any
interest in him as a person. Tired. Exhausted from a hard week at school
and dealing with his "family." A stressful day with Coach, dealing with a
bunch of aggressive strangers. Tomi was soon relaxed into a drowsy, dizzy
place when he felt Coach's hand on his butt. Washing out his crack. The
slight burn of soap as Coach fingered his hole clean. The amazingly
comforting feeling of Coach soaping his groin. Normally shy about the size
of his penis, as Coach covered his balls and stiff, almost four inches with
the palm of his hand, Tomi moaned and sensuously ground his tingling cock
into Coach's warm flesh.

Coach washed his star athlete's legs and feet and then stood and wrapped
his arms around the boy as he turned and snuggled into the older mans
chest. Tomi blushed deep red as Coach talked him out of his sensual daze,
but he never had a chance to react further than that. Coach pressed the
soap into his hands..., "Now it's your turn, Tomi. Wash me clean. Touch me
anywhere you want, however you want. I'm yours until you say you're done."
Without another word, Coach leaned into the corner of the shower enclosure
and laid down his head, bracing himself securely. Hands trembling, Tomi
started soaping up Coach's back.

Tomi had to stand on tip-toes to reach Coach's shoulders and neck. The only
problem with that was that Coach's strong butt was sticking out and, no
matter how hard Tomi tried, there was no way he could keep his stiff little
pecker from rubbing up against the big man's hard muscled butt. Coach made
no effort to avoid Tomi's rubbing up against his hairy butt. Tomi's little
boner may have been small, but there was no way coach wasn't aware of being
pricked by the bone hard little organ. The kid shrugged his shoulders and
figured that maybe coach enjoyed having his butt played with as much as he
did. After that he just didn't give it a lot of thought, just rubbed or
pushed against Coach whenever it just sort of naturally happened.

Tomi's strong hands worked their way into Coach's armpits until they were
totally soaped up and slick. Sliding his strong hands and forearms
completely though Coach's heavily muscled armpits, Tomi soaped up the
coach's hairy chest. He had to go all the way up on his toes to really
reach and work over the big slabs of hairy chest muscle. Tomi had never
even daydreamed about doing things like this. He had his arms completely
wrapped around Coach's chest, working his now swollen titties and playing
with the abundance of soapy hair. For his part, Coach was moaning and
groaning, especially when his hot little stud athlete really got into
working on his tits. Tomi was pretty much suspended in mid-air by Coach's
underarm grip. The harder Tomi worked on Coach's tits, the more Coach
squirmed around, gripping his star athlete's stiff boner between his
buttcheeks, trying to work Tomi's erection as well as Tomi was working the
man's now swollen and highly sensitive tit nubbins. Tomi couldn't take
it. He bit into the big athlete's shoulder and started spooging all over
Coach's butt. Coach squatted and pushed his butt back until Tomi, in all
his flaying around, penetrated his coach's tight asshole. The heat had Tomi
screeching in tune with the Coach's much deeper toned moans. Both men very
nearly passed out.

Tomi came out of his daze clinging to a quivering older man, rubbing his
soapy belly and still hunching against the man's muscular ass. Tomi
discovered that the more he acted the man, the more his coach reacted to
his being a man. This was Tomi's first experience in a dominant male role
and he discovered that he really enjoyed being the alpha male.

The more he rubbed Coach, the more the man moaned and quivered. Smiling,
Tomi started wantonly feeling up the coach and doing whatever he could to
rouse the mans passions. It didn't take a lot. A couple of fingers of one
hand up the Coach's just-fucked ass; a hand between muscular thighs,
soaping up and massaging balls, thatch, shaft and foreskin covered
cockhead. Coach started cumming in huge gouts. Tomi gently massaged his
shaft and balls, returning to the fully exposed cockhead only when it
seemed like Coach just might possibly quit cumming. Tomi's magic hands kept
Coach cumming until the older man was crying and begging his young
protégée for mercy.

Tomi asked who was in charge and Coach, about to pass out from
over-stimulation, said, "You are!"

Tomi grinned, grabbed Coach's exposed cockhead and gave it a strong
twist. Coach gasped for air. Tomi moved behind the big man and swatted his
ass. Twice, thrice and then a fourth time. Coach got the idea and squatted
down, pushing his butt back to receive the much more relaxed and thorough
assfucking Tomi had in mind.

Tomi got home early. He knew he should be exhausted after fucking the Coach
four times and spanking him enough to leave him with a deep red ass—and
a big grin on his tear-streaked face.

But he wasn't exhausted—he was exhilarated and full of energy. Humming
happily to himself, he set about making something really great for
dinner. Something involving the special roast the butcher had saved for
him.

Seven o'clock came and went. Eight o'clock... Nine... His father and
grandfather finally wandered in at 11pm, stinking of cigarette smoke and
beer. Seems as though they had been enjoying a poker game with some
friends.

Grandpa's first words were, "Where the hell is dinner, you useless piece of
shit!"

"Fuck you, old man! I threw it into the trash. Why don't you go root around
in the can you fucking pig!"

Simon threw a punch at his detested and unwanted grandson and found himself
airborne, crashing into the living-room wall and finally laying on the
floor about half conscious. When he finally came back to the world of the
living, he realized that he'd pissed himself in fear as he flew across the
room.

Jock checked on his Dad and then followed his Son upstairs. It was the
first time he'd been in his son's room since they'd moved into his Dads
home. He stopped in amazement. Someone had professionally remodeled,
turning the two upstairs bedrooms and closets into one large open space
holding a roll-top desk, computer, drafting table, file cabinets, fiche
reader, a four-line phone and, on the far side of the room a small bed and
chest-of-drawers, and his son, packing a small bag. The kid saw him, zipped
the valise closed and tried to exit the room.

"Where are you going?"

"Since when do you give a fuck? Get out of my way unless you want to learn
how to fly like your ignorant fucking Father!!"

"You can't talk to me like that. I'm your father!"

Brushing past Jock, Tomi sneered, "Since when?" And was gone.

Jock watched out the window as Tomi got into his old car and drove away.

He sat down in the office chair. In shock. Trying to figure out what the
hell had just happened.



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