Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2005 23:45:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jacob Raines <wickedandwyld@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Game Pt. 2
Disclaimer: If you are offended by gay sex, gay sex involving relatives
or if you are underage then do not further.
The next morning Jacob woke up to the alarm wrapped snuggly
in Michael's arms. It was 8 a.m. and as regrettable as it was, he had
class at 11. He lay there for a while enjoying the feeling of Michael's
long prick nestled warmly between his firm buns. After several minutes,
Jacob stirred, careful not to awake Michael; however, as he moved to lift
Michael's arms Michael pulled him closer and squeezed him tightly.
"Good Morning handsome!" Michael said sleepily.
Feeling Michael's growing dick between his ass cheeks he replied,
"Good morning indeed."
He lay there a little longer as Michael began kissing the back of his
neck softly and slowly grinding his dick in and out of Jacob's crack.
Michael moaned with pleasure as his now sensitive head began rubbing
between Jacob's open thighs...hitting his ball sack.
"You want some breakfast?" Jacob asked with a smile on his
face.
"I think I'll have mine in bed." Michael replied as he
licked and bit at Jacob's shoulders gently.
" I like the way you think." Jacob said as he rolled over
to face Michael.
Their noses touching, Michael kissed Jacob deeply as he stroked his
member. Jacob followed Michael's lead. Getting himself ready for what
he knew would be the most intense morning of his life, he pinched
Michael's tiny pink nipples. Michael thrust his head backwards from the
torture of it all. Jacob immediately began kissing that so sex spot on
the front of a man's neck and under his chin. He slowly climbed on top
of Michael who was now shivering from the sweet pain that Jacob was
inflicting on his now red and swollen nips. Straddling Michael's rock
hard abdomen he began to grind his dick against Michael's smooth skin.
"You've got me so turned on bro!" Michael whispered.
"Oh yeah?" He asked.
Michael then started rubbing his fully hard 10-inch dick against Jacob's
back and ass.
"Oh fuckin' yeah."
Jacob sped up this thrusts, masturbating his 8 inch cock against Michaels
sculpted abs.
Michael reached across to the nightstand where he knew the lube was and
squeezed some onto his fingers. Jacob raised himself up, still
masturbating, to let Michael grease him up. Michael inserted one, then
two, then three fingers into Jacob's willing hole...the then greased his
pole up with what was left on his hand. Jacob then lowered himself onto
Michael's full length taking it all with the most serene expression on
his face.
"Fuck that monster into me man. Fuck me good." Jacob
demanded.
"You got it bro." Michael replied.
Hearing Michael call him "Bro" while they fucked really sent him into
ecstasy. He had always had a real kink about brothers and fathers. At
least, in this way, it could come true for him.
Jacob increased his grinding, Michael thrust into harder and harder to
match Jacob's hunger.
"Man you really fuckin' want this!" Michael exclaimed.
In response, Jacob deepened his grinds, making sure not to miss one
single inch. Jerking his meat wildly he spewed his man cream all over
Michael's perfect chest and neck. Michael erupted for the second time
in Jacob's hot ass. Jacob kept his grinding hard and fast, making sure
to milk Michael's dick for every drop.
"Oh fuck man...you gotta stop, it's too much!" Michael
winced as Jacob's ass took control.
"Oh no...you just wait." He said with a devilish grin.
Jacob scooped up his cum from off Michael's perfect body and used it to
jerk his still hard dick into performance mode once more.
"Jacob...really you gotta...oh fuck...oh god!!!!"
Feeling Michael tense up again, Jacob prepared himself for the second
volley as Michael's dick unleashed another giant load into his dripping
ass. Feeling his ass fill up again, Jacob let loose his second load on
Michael ^Ö shooting it all over Michael's face. Jacob pushed himself
off Michaels now softening cock...feeling it slither out of his open hole
sent electricity shooting up his spine. He crawled forward, straddled
Michael's chest and put his dick against Michael's lips. Michael
opened his mouth and inhaled Jacob's dick sucking it hard. Jacob
spasmmed and clutched a hold of the headboard tightly. He groaned in
delightful torture as Michael worked his dick over in his now expert
mouth.
"Oh fuck man!"
"Yeah, pay back is a bitch isn't it?"
They got into the shower together - the water was steamy hot. Jacob took
care washing Michael's body ^Ö he studied it, the way that the soapy
foam slid down Michael's chest, down the valleys of his abs. He bent
down and took especial care washing Michaels soft dick.
"What a fuckin stud my brother is!" He thought to himself.
He lathered his hands and gently massaged Michael's huge orbs.
"This guy has hardly any hair on him. I envy you Michael."
He thought again.
Turning him around, he soaped Michael's thighs and ass well. He
massaged his perfect bubble ass with the soap and took time on the mans
little pink pucker. Looking up to admire the god in front of him he saw
something across his shoulders. He hadn't noticed it before now but
Michael's shoulders were covered with a large tattoo. It looked like
large bird of prey but he wasn't sure. He figured he'd leave this
discussion for later. For now, he just wanted to worship the beautiful
man that was standing in front of him. He massaged his fingers deeply
into Michael's lower back, up his spine to his shoulders where he traced
the outline of the tattoo. He reached around and pulled Michael into a
warm embrace, his dick now nestled between Michael's cheeks. As he
kissed at Michael's neck, he massaged the sculpted chest he had blown
his wad on only minutes earlier. He worked his way lower and lower
allowing his hands glide smoothly over Michael's washboard.
"Ok stud! My turn now."
Jacob wasn't going to complain. Michael took the sponge from Jacob's
hands and soaped it up. He bent down allowing Jacob's dick to graze his
face. He told Jacob to lean his back against the red tiled shower wall.
He did and Michael picked up Jacob's foot. Washing it thoroughly with
the sponge, he paid special attention to each toe. He lingered on the
arch of Jacob's foot massaging it with his skilled fingers. Jacob
sighed and flexed his dick in appreciation. Michael continued lathering
Jacob's leg until he reached Jacob's crotch. He gently lifted Jacob's
semi hard cock and soaped his hairy balls, massaging them gently with his
fingers. He allowed the water wash them clean and then kissed each one.
"Have you ever thought about shaving these bad boys?" I
bet it'd be really hot!"
"Oh yeah, I love the way it feels...it just takes so much
time and it's so difficult to do by yourself. You know?"
"Yeah, well, you don't have to do it alone anymore."
Michael looked up and winked. "Want me to shave them?"
"Sure."
Jacob handed him a new razor from the shower caddy and some shaving
foam. Michael reached up, turned the water off and took the razor and
foam from his hands. He sprayed the white foam into the palm of his hand
and then cupped Jacob's low hangers. He spread the white stuff all over
Jacob's nuts then took the razor and made careful long, slow strokes
over each of Jacob's precious balls. He shook off the gathered foam
from the razor and then made Jacob turn around and push is ass out. With
Jacob's now tight pink hole exposed he decided to give Jacob a real
treat. He sprayed more foam into his hand and lathered Jacob's lightly
haird crack. With the same gentle strokes he shaved Jacob's crack, hole
and choad cleanly smooth. He turned the water back on to wash Jacob's
cleanly shaven bottom off. Satisfied with his results, he buried his
face in Jacob's ass and tongued at the honey hole. Jacob moaned and
looked at the shower clock. 10:40 it read.
"Shit man...I've got to go to class. Promise me we can
finish this up when I get back at 3." You can hang out here if you want
though. I'd really like to see you when I get back."
"Yeah, you better believe that I'll be here. You couldn't
throw me out now."
"Promise!"
They got out of the shower and toweled each other off. Jacob
quickly got dressed in a pair of soccer shorts and a tight tee shirt. He
stepped into his trainers, grabbed his books and turned around where
Michael was leaning naked against the bedroom doorframe.
"So, you want me to go naked all day?"
"Ha-ha...that would be my preference."
"Yeah?" He said sexily.
Jacob led Michael into the bedroom and opened a drawer full of briefs and
boxer briefs.
"Here are some briefs for you. Shorts are bottom drawer;
tee shirts are in the second drawer. You can wear anything of mine that
you can fit. I'm a little bigger than you but I'm sure there must be
something in there for you."
Jacob turned to leave but Michael grabbed his arm, spun him
around and kissed him more deeply than he had ever been kissed. Jacob
pulled him into a tight hug, feeling Michael's still wet hair against
his face.
"Ok bro. See you at 4."
"You better believe it."
Michael put on a pair of white briefs. "The classics never
die," he thought to himself and put on a pair of loose cargo shorts. He
found a casual belt hanging in the closet and looped it through the belt
holes. The shorts had been trying to fall off his hips. Deciding not to
wear a shirt, he went to the living room and threw up all the
windows...the cool morning air felt nice against his damp tanned skin.
Hungry, he made his way to the kitchen where he decided on a late
breakfast. He searched the refrigerator hungrily looking for sausage.
To his surprise he found none. "Why would a big hunk like Jacob not be
eating sausage...he seemed to like mine well enough!" He laughed at his
smart ass thought. He turned around to the cabinets and rummaged around
where he eventually found some pancake mix. "Beggars can't be
choosers." He said under his breath. He made the batter and as he was
measuring it out the spoon slipped from his hand and mix fell all over
the front of his shorts.
"Shit!" Michael exclaimed loudly.
Begrudgingly, he stripped out of the dirty shorts. However, he soon
realized that the cool morning air felt even better around his lightly
clad ass and privates. Standing there in Jacob's white briefs cleaned
up what had fallen on the floor.
"Nothing is going to ruin this day or my mood damnit!"
He turned on the kitchen radio and started dancing around the kitchen all
sexy like (he looked as hot as any stripper and he was keenly aware of
this fact) and finished cooking his breakfast. He put his stack of
pancakes on a plate covered them with jam.
"That'l do."
He grabbed a bottle of juice and sat down in the living room and enjoyed
his lunch.
Just as he was finishing up he heard someone drive up. Before he could
put a pair of shorts on the visitor was knocking at the door.
"Just a min..." His voice trailed off searching frantically
for some clothes.
"Michael? Michael, is that you son?" the visitor called
back.
"Dad? What the hell is my father doing here?" He thought to
himself as he pulled on a old moth eaten tee shirt and another pair too
loose shorts.
He ran back into the living room to find Blair, his father, looking
around the house.
"Dad, what are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same question, you know."
"Well, I got Jacob's address from you...remember? I came
over last night and had a little too much to drink so J let me crash
here."
"That little faggot plying you with liquor?" Blair asked
laughing with a cruel undertone.
"I can't believe you're talking shit about HIM in HIS own
house!"
"I'm sorry son, I just came by to see how my `other son'
was doing. I just got finished visiting with Rylie yesterday...he's good
you know...he's first string lineman at U of A."
"No. I didn't. I'm glad to hear that Rylie is doing good
for himself."
"Anyways, is Jacob here? I'd really like to see him."
"No, he's at class. He said he wouldn't be back till 4."
"Oh, I see now. Well, then I'll return at 3...to surprise
him.
"I'm sure he'll just love that." Michael said
sarcastically.
Blair gave Michael a lingering hug and turned towards the door to leave.
Before he stepped through he turned around to face Michael again and
said.
"You know son. You really are quite a good-looking man.
You must take after me."
"Thanks Dad." Michael said blushing. "You're looking
good too."
It had been a couple of years since Michael had seen Blair. The last
time they spoke the fought viciously about the woman that Michael had
gotten pregnant. Michael wanted to marry her...Blair wanted to pay her
off. You see, Blair had never been a truly affectionate man. He was old
fashioned but more than that...when he was affectionate it was only an
act. He was a cold man...it wasn't entirely his fault. His father was
cold too.
Michael was surprised...he knew all these things about his father too but
Blair had never said anything like that to him before.
"I wonder what the hell has gotten into him?" Michael
thought.
He closed the door and stripped back down to Jacob's underwear.
Finishing his breakfast he noticed that they had left a mess from their
drinking the night prior so he cleaned up a bit and sat back down.
Bored, he flipped the TV on and looked for a game. There wasn't one on
so he grabbed the remote to change the channel; however, instead of
pushing the channel button he accidentally pushed play. The TV screen
first went blue then the image of two guys fucking popped onto the
screen.
"Nice!" he said aloud and started rubbing himself though
the tight white cotton. He knew that he didn't need to come. He wanted
to save every drop for Jacob so he just gently played with himself. The
guys on the screen were fucking really hard and just when one was about
to come the other guy would grab his dick real tight and squeeze it. The
guy would always get the cum face but shot a drop.
"Now what the hell is this?" He wondered.
He pulled his dick out and started beating it with long and slow
strokes. He could feel the juices boiling in his balls and groin. His
toes started tingling and he knew that if he didn't stop he'd cum right
there but he wanted to try this new technique. He clamped his vein off
rightly with his right hand while he started fingering at his piss slit.
The electricity made its way from his toes up to this thighs...he kept the
pressure on this growing vein and massaged his mushroom head even
hard...the electricity shot past his thighs, up past his groin and into
his chest and head where it swiftly shot right back down to his toes.
His slit leaked just a drop of the precious fluid and he rubbed it all
over the head of his large tool. He tasted the juice and felt the
electricity start bubbling up his body again. This time he clamped down
with both hands and just massaged the head with his thumb. He sat there
sprawled out on Jacob's sofa reeling and shaking from yet another mind
blowing orgasm; however, this one had no juice.
He released his massively swollen member and the snake fell
against his thigh drooling only a tiny bit. He grabbed a paper towel and
wiped himself clean.
"What was that?" He was amazed.
He went to the VCR and pushed eject. "Verging to the Max" popped out.
"So, it's called Verging? I'm going to have to keep that
one."
2 o'clock came around and he figured he should get dressed. He put on
the same clothes that he had put on when Blair showed up. He went to the
bathroom to check himself out.
"a little scruffy, kinda hot...need to fix my hair...brush my
teeth..."
Having fixed himself up, he laid down on the sofa to wait for Blair to
arrive. He picked up a sports magazine and flipped through it. He tried
to read but he was too fixated with Jacob to concentrate. He gave his
cock a little rub through his shorts and started fantasizing about all
the things that he would do to him that night. Lost in his fantasy, he
didn't realize that Blair had let himself in and was standing over the
back of the sofa watching him play with himself.
"Echumm," Blair said.
"Oh shit! Dad..it's not what it looks like." Michael said
quickly...scared that his Dad could read his mind.
"Well, sure it is son. You're enjoying a little... "up"
time aren't you."
"I guess," he said looking defeated.
"Jacob not back yet?"
"No..I said he'd be back at 4 and you're early!"
Blair laughed, "so I am," and he walked around to the front
of the sofa where his basket was clearly visible through the thin
material of this white slacks.
"Listen Micah, (his pet name for Michael), I know that there
is a lot of water under our bridge and I know that this isn't the place
for us to discuss this but if you'll just listen to me. "
"Ok...I'm listening."
"Bud, Micah, I've been doing a lot of thinking. I know
that I wasn't the kind of father that you and James needed...for that
matter Jacob and Rylie. I was detached and cruel. I'm a businessman
you know and we have to be ruthless sometimes...I just shouldn't have
brought it all home with me. When Lana left me I started realizing that
no one wanted to be around me and you proved that by leaving me...my
first, my pride, my handsome one. I miss the hell out of you and I want
us to be close...closer than we ever have been. Do you understand
Micah?"
"Yeah Dad, I do." As tears swelled in his eyes.
"I've done a lot of changing these past years but you
haven't been around to see it and I didn't want to push myself on you.
You need your space, you're a man now and I respect that." He said with
tears running down his cheeks.
"No dad, I would love to have a close relationship with
you. I love you."
They stood up and Michael extended his hand for a shake. Blair grabbed
his hand and pulled him into a tight hug, Blair's hard dick pressed
firmly against Michael's muscular thigh. Michael sobbed freely on his
fathers shoulder.
"Dad, I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you too son."
The embrace continued. Michael went to kiss his father on the cheek and
Blair moved to reciprocate; however, the kisses missed their marks and
instead landing squarely on each other's lips. Neither pulled away
immediately...enjoying their new closeness. Michael leaned away looking
at his father with new eyes...stunned eyes. Blair leaned back in and
kissed Michael again, he parted Michael's lips with his tongue and
Michael opened his mouth to allow Blair entry. The two lovers stood
there, holding each other, ravishing each other passionate kisses...the
kind not usually shared between Father and Son.
Michael tore at Blair's suit. Michael pulled his fathers
suit jacket off while Blair loosened his tie. Michael then ripped
Blair's dress shirt open revealing a very chiseled chest. Blair slipped
his belt off and his slacks fell from his waist to his hips. Michael
pulled the dress shirt from his father's torso revealing a body straight
out of any muscle mag.
"Dad...I never knew you were this beautiful."
"Oh son! I always knew you were this beautiful...I just
couldn't allow myself to indulge...it's so wrong but it's so right."
Michael sat down on the sofa and buried his face in his father's crotch
breathing the man smell in deeply. He unfastened the slacks and they
fell to the floor revealing a monstrous cock nearly thick as it was
around. Michael buried his face once again into his father's groin...he
marveled at the sheer size of it.
"My God dad...I'm not nearly this thick."
Blair said nothing in response but grabbed his son's head with one hand
while he guided his 9x7 inch son maker into Michael's mouth with the
other. Michael gagged then relaxed his throat. The beast slid in
taking up every spare bit of space. Michael gagged again and his father
pulled out.
"You want this son? You want the tool that fucked you into
life?"
"Oh God Yes Father...I want it so bad."
Blair stuffed it back down Michaels throat once more...the friction
driving him mad. Michael groped at his fathers muscular ass and his
giant balls. He tickled his dad's chode with his index finger and Blair
tensed up.
"Oh Son, My boy...you want my seed? You want the seed that
made you?"
Michael managed a muffled "yes" as he continued his assault on his
father's chode and nuts. Blair shivered once again and pushed
Michael's head even further down on his monster prick when he started
shaking violently.
"Here it comes Boy." He shouted.
Michael intensified his taunts and pushed one finger into his father's
tight hole. Blair howled in pleasure as load after load after load of
hot, creamy man liquor flooded down his son's throat. His body racked
in orgasm, he continued coming for what seemed like hours to Michael,
eager to have every drop. Blair pulled his cock out of his son's
mouth. A dribble of cum spilled down the side of Michael's mouth.
Blair caressed his son's cheek and swiftly collected his spent seed from
his son's mouth. He licked the cream off his hand while Michael licked
what was left off his father's member.
Just then, the screen door flung open.
"Hey Fucker, I'm..." His jaw dropped, his books fell to the
floor. "Blair, what the fuck are you doing in my...?" Blair hustled to
pull his slacks back on and Michael stood up from the sofa.
"Michael...? I don't understand.
"Sit down stud...I think you're going to enjoy this."
Michael said.
Stifling a devilish smile, Jacob asked, "Blair, what are you doing
here?"
"Oh...just came to see how you were doing. I ran into Micah
here and we sat down and talked for a little while we waited on you to
get back from class."
Jacob nodded sarcastically, "Ummhumm...I'll get us something
to drink.
"That'd be mighty fine." Blair said. Michael agreed.
Jacob collected his books and walked into the kitchen to get the drinks.
"This is going to be one hell of a game." He thought to
himself.