Date: Tue, 19 May 2015 17:15:15 +0000 (UTC)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: TLC, Chapters 3 & 4

TLC

By Kevin Donovan


This story is complete fiction, and it involves sex between adult males
including a father and his adult son.  Nothing sexual happens with any
minor, and all sex acts are consensual.  But if these things offend you, or
if they are illegal to read or possess where you live, or if you yourself
are a minor, stop right now.


If you enjoy this work and appreciate my poor efforts to entertain, let me
hear from you at letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com

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dick length--or the length you'd like to have.

CHAPTER THREE


	The next day, I knew I should just get lost, but I lacked the
willpower to do it.  I worked in my office, in my usual naked condition,
until mid-afternoon, then I did some naked vacuuming and set a mix of root
vegetables to roasting in the oven, to go with the beef roast in the crock
pot.  They required turning every quarter hour or so, and I was back in the
kitchen tending to them several times.


	From the kitchen window, I could make out a portion of the exercise
ring out by the stable, if I stretched a bit.  On one peek, I saw Brack
riding up on Barberry for their lesson.  I laughed out loud.  Brack was
naked but for his hat, boots, and a red neckerchief.  Mercy!  He looked
astounding.  Alex was completely nude, just in flip-flops, not even boots
that day.  He had ridden Toulouse earlier.  On subsequent passes, I saw the
two boys standing side-by side, turning with the horse as he circled the
ring, jumping the gates.  They were talking and laughing, obviously having
a good time and very comfortable in their nudity.  They sure looked great
together.


	I knew they'd be in for their sex in an hour or so, and I knew I
should get lost, or at least get pants.  But I didn't.  Brack knew, and I
knew he knew, that I went nude around the place, too.  He had said he was
O. K. with it.  So I let my exhibitionistic streak have its way with me.  I
tidied up the family room and was folding sheets when the boys came in,
both nude, looking way too sexy for my good. Their hair was wet from the
pool-side shower, and both grinned at me in a cutely bashful way.  But
Brack greeted me confidently, man to man, as if showing up in a neighbor's
house stark naked was a totally normal thing he did regularly.  "Boy, am I
relieved, Mr. Mick," he said, "Alex told me you'd be naked, too, but I
gotta admit, I was worried he was just trying to make me look like a fool,
coming in here like this."


       I really tried not to stare, but I had to get a good first look.
The dude was an amazing specimen of masculine physical perfection.  I'd
seen the torso, but now I noted the strong thighs and calves.  His feet
were about size twelves, too, like Alex's.  But his cock!  I'd never seen
anything like it, cut, enormous, and meaty.  He caught me looking and
smiled.


	"Everyone stares, Mr. Mick, I'm used to it, so go ahead.  Looks are
free," he said.  I was embarrassed.


	"Sorry, Brack, I don't mean to be rude.  It's just, well, pretty
unusual, that's all.  I've been in dressing rooms all my life, but I never
saw one hang like that.  I guess that's what's called a `show-er,' huh?"


	"No, Mr. Mick, it shows, but it grows, too.  It can get very
inconvenient at times."


	"We'll be up in my room, Dad," Alex interrupted, as if I didn't
know they'd both be up there showing and growing together.  He hustled up
the stairs, ass jiggling, and Brack followed taking the steps two at a
time.


	Again, I could and should have made my escape to, well, someplace,
but I didn't.  I turned off the oven and took the folded sheets up to the
linen closet.  Alex would need fresh ones in a bit, I supposed (though this
was the first time he had used his own bed in a month!)  I went into my own
room and opened my laptop to check emails.  I read the first one about five
times before I gave that up.  I just couldn't concentrate.


	Already, tell-tale sounds were emanating from Alex's room next
door.  Giggles.  Little "ouches" and "ahh's."  Some slapping sounds of skin
on skin.  Bed creaking, and then the headboard thumping.  Then moans, and
finally actual shouts.  Man, it was embarrassing.  Did Sherry and I make
noise like that?  I supposed we did.  How the hell was Brack supposed to be
keeping this secret from me, with all that racket?


	After over half an hour, the noises died down.  It got really quiet
in there, for about fifteen minutes.  I slipped quietly back down to the
kitchen and set the table.  Then, I heard bare feet on the stairway, and
Brack breezed through the family room area.  He had a big grin on, nothing
else.  I just got a glance, but it seemed his dick dangled even longer than
before, and the head of it was reddened.


	"Gotta get home, Mr. Mick," he announced, "See you tomorrow."  And
he was gone, out the back door.  I heard the hoof-beats a moment later, as
he trotted Barberry home the back way to reclaim his clothes and put the
horse away.


	I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down to await my son.  I
heard the hum of water in the pipes.  He was getting another shower.


	In a few minutes, he came down the steps, wet-headed again, and
carrying the sheets from his bed.  I got up to take the dinner up.  He set
the pile of linens by the stairway door and then poured himself a glass of
milk.  He emanated satisfaction.  We sat at the table and served our
plates.


	"Well, aren't you even going to ask how it was?"


	"How was it?"


	He got all earnest.  "Dad, it was fuckin' amazing!  Everything I
ever dreamed of and more!  Not like Aaron at all, I mean this guy has
moves!  Dick like you would not believe!"


	"Didn't that hurt?  It looks like a baseball bat."


	"No way one like that could NOT hurt!  At first.  But I was
determined, and I stuck it out.  He was really impressed, he said nobody
was ever such a trooper for him as me.  I got to enjoying it toward the
end, and then the second time around, the whole time."


	"Two times, eh?"


	"He's one horny bastard, Dad.  You know what he said?  He said, `So
when you said at least once a week, you meant once minimum, right?'  I
said, `Yeah, I didn't want to press my luck,' and he said, `Well, what's
your maximum?'  Just like that!  So I said, `No more than five times a
day.'  And he laughed, and said, `I think I can live with that.'  The guy's
a sex maniac, Dad, living right next door to us, and hotter than hell!"


	"Listen," I said, "I'm glad you had a good time, and I just want to
say I'm sorry about hanging around this afternoon.  It doesn't look like it
cramped your style any, but still, I'll try to be more scarce from now on."


	"It's O. K., Dad, I understand you were concerned for my safety and
all."  Yeah, I only wished my motives had been so pure.  "But don't change
your whole schedule on account of us.  We don't care if you're here, since
we don't have to try to be quiet with you around.  I mean, how could I be
quiet with that thing poking me in the ass?"


	"WE don't care?  You mean Brack knows I know?"


	"Yeah, it was only fair to tell him, I thought.  He was amazed that
you're cool with it.  And that you know I'm gay, and didn't disown me.  I
didn't say anything about you, though.  He thinks you're the greatest dad
ever.  His parents are totally the opposite.  Sounds like Brack does not
have a very happy home life.  His parents don't have any time for him at
all, which he likes because the only attention he gets at home is negative.
And they fight all the time, he says.  He wouldn't have come home this
summer at all, except there was some big issue about tuition for summer
school.  He's got to get a summer job, too, and quick."


	I was sorry to hear that.  Poor Brack, who deserved all kinds of
praise and support.



	So began my son and our neighbor's daily fuck-fest in our home.
Alex graduated and took up full-time duties on the estate. Brack did get a
job with a construction firm, but he worked seven to three, and then came
straight over to our place.  He didn't change clothes, but just took the
sweaty ones off.  If it rained and was too wet to train Barberry, Brack
came over for sex, anyway.  They were insatiable.  Their sessions extended
to an hour, sometimes an hour and a half. They never actually broached the
subject of their activities with me, but it was clear they assumed I knew
all about them.  After the second week, they stopped even closing the
bedroom door, which was a bit of a shock the first time I casually strolled
past it, not realizing they were still at it in there.  Brack had Alex laid
out face-down diagonally on his queen-size bed, one foot off the end and
one off the side.  He lay atop him and porked away at my son's backside.  I
was awed at how long a stroke the boy was taking, how high his ass rose
before dropping again to press his pubes into Alex's handsome butt.  One
more step, and I could clearly see the foot-long pipe entering and exiting
my boy's rump.  My jaw dropped and my eyes popped.  Both were moaning with
pleasure.  Brack's strong, lightly-haired legs and long feet hung over the
corner of the bed seductively.  I felt my boner rising.  They were so
intent, they didn't notice me there at all, and I found myself watching
lustfully for a full minute before moving on.  I just couldn't help it.


      A couple of days later, I came in half an hour later than I generally
did from afternoon meetings at the office.  I figured the boys were
upstairs, as usual, and I strode into the family room with a box of files.
There they were, coupling on the sectional sofa.  Alex knelt in the curve
of the corner, head pressed against the sofa-back, and Brack stood between
his feet, pressing his crotch into Alex's ass.  The magnificent buttocks
clenched and thrust provocatively.  He heard me and turned.  I opened my
mouth to apologize for intruding, but he was completely nonplussed.


      "Hey, Mr. Mick," he said cheerfully.  "Your son is really something!"


      "Oh.  Well, don't let me interrupt, Brack."  He certainly wasn't.
His hips kept right on thrusting.  Alex was lost in another world.  "I have
steaks out.  Can you stay for dinner?"  I had to come up with something to
say, having stumbled in on their session.


      "Oh, thanks, but no, I can't tonight.  I have a date later."  The kid
was fucking the lights out of my son, right in front of me, and he had a
date later?  What the fuck?


      "Another time, then."


      He nodded firmly, and turned his attention back fully to pounding
Alex's ass.  Alex groaned.  I went up to my room.  I didn't mention this
episode that night, and neither did Alex.  It was just how things were
then.


      Within the week, though, I was prepping chicken to fry and potatoes
for mashing.  Alex loved my fried chicken dinner. I heard splashing noises
out back.  Aha!  The boys were out there, swimming naked.  I allowed myself
one peek only to verify.  Yep.  Both of them, and naked.  I returned to my
project.  But I heard Alex's voice then.  "Dad!"


      "Yeah, Alex!"


      "Brack is staying for dinner, O. K.?"


      "We got plenty."


      But I tossed a couple of extra potatoes into the pot.  That Brack
looked like he could pack away some serious grub.


      I went to Alex's room and gathered up the laundry he had sorted for
me.  No more pink shirts for us, I had vowed, not unless we bought them
that way.  I took it downstairs to the laundry to start the washer,
thinking, `damn, I need to put something on now.  They'll be in here to dry
off in a few minutes.  Wonder if I have something Brack could wear for
dinner, since his shorts are all horsey? Or would it be just too weird for
us to eat naked with him here?'  I shut the washer door and stepped back,
just waiting for the machine to kick on.  I was thinking of Brack and Alex
naked at the dining table, then of them having sex on it-—my imagination
got kind of way off track.  My dick got full and hard. Then I heard the two
boys come into the weight room.  They were laughing and talking animatedly
over some high school shenanigans from the past.  But I was trapped.  There
I was, naked and hard in the laundry room, with no way out except through
the exercise room, where they were.  Of course, they were naked, too, I
supposed, possibly with hard-ons themselves, but still—-I was the dad.
And I seriously did not want to be throwing a boner when I saw that denizen
of Valhalla out there pumping iron with my son.  I decided to wait them out
for a bit, hoping for a relaxation.


      But as their conversation continued, I discovered there was no way I
could make my exit, hard or limp.  They were talking about ME.


      "Well, I think he's amazing.  Coolest dad ever.  And he looks so
young for his age."


      "How old do you think he is?"


      "Oh, I dunno.  You're eighteen.  Late thirties?"


      "Try thirty-five.  He was younger than me now when he planted me."


      "No shit?  My dad was older than your dad is now when I was born.  I
have older sisters, you know.  He's, like twenty years older than your dad.
And a million years un-cooler.  If he knew about us, he'd kick my ass out
of the house without a second thought.  He'd never speak to me or of me
again."


      "Dad would never do that, no matter what."


      "Damn, you're lucky.  I have to be so careful.  Like, if I got called
a queer, like happened to you, my life would be over.  It scares the hell
out of me."


      There was a pause.  I heard the clink of weights.


      "Alex, is your dad dating anyone? I mean, it's over a year now, you
know, since..."


      "No, he doesn't.  I'm working on that."


	"He's fuckin' hot.  What a waste."


	"Yeah, I gotta agree."


	Another silence, more clinking.


	Brack spoke again.  "You're hot for him, too, aren't you?"  No
response.


	"Damn, Alex, you two are getting it on, aren't you!  I should have
known!  Fuck!  How hot is that, you and your own father!"


	"Wrong, Alex, we are not.  There's no way Dad would do that."


      Now there was a loud clank.


	"Fuck, Alex!  Do you hear yourself?  HE won't do YOU?  But you'd do
him in a flash, wouldn't you?  Hell, who wouldn't?  And as hot as you are,
he's bound to come around to it.  Hot damn."


	"You're letting your imagination run away with you, now, Brack.
And a very dirty imagination it is, too, one of the things I like about
you."


	"Is he a top or a bottom, your dad? He's got to be one of us, I
just know it."


	"What a thing to ask!"


	"Butt like that, he better be a bottom."


	"How come you aren't, then?"


	Brack laughed at that.  "Point."  But he went on. "Alex, I'm going
to fuck your dad.  I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I'm going to do
it.  I have to.  He's driving me nuts, he's becoming an obsession.  Do you
think he'd go for it?"


	"I couldn't say.  You'll have to ask him."


	"Yeah, sure, `Mr. Mick, can I fuck you in the ass?'"


	"Something like that, but you might call him Brad in a question
like that one."


	"I can't do that, he's been Mr. Mick forever.  Damn.  But he's so
hot. Would you hate me if I fucked him?"


      "Not if you let me watch.  I think it would be awesome."


      "I can't just ask him.  What if he told my dad?  You two are so
fucking tight—-talk to him for me, will you?  Just test the waters.
I'll take right over if it looks like a possibility."


	"And tell him what?"


	"Well, hell, he knows I fuck you-—he's seen us.  Just say we've
been talking.  Say you think I'm turned on by him.  You think I might be
available if he'd meet me halfway.  See how he reacts."


	"Well, I dunno, Brack.  I can't be dishonest with him.  Hey, wait.
Hold on, I have an idea.  I think I might be able set you up, stud.  This
could work."


	"What?"


	"Months ago, I promised not to be a monk.  Well, I'm keeping my
promise daily.  But he promised me the same thing.  I said I'd give him a
while, but if he didn't follow through with some serious sex, I'd recruit
someone for him myself.  He hasn't had so much as a first date.  So I think
I just recruited him a sex partner—you."


	"Damn.  That's perfect.  Let's go for it."


	"Just chill, then.  I'll let you know.  Soon."


	They quickly finished what they were doing and headed upstairs, for
another round of fucking, most likely, if all this talk had gotten them as
stimulated as it had me.  I finally got to leave the stuffy laundry room,
my hard-on never having subsided.  I went to the kitchen to finish up the
dinner.  Good thing I hadn't yet put the chicken in to fry—it would have
burned the house down while I eavesdropped!  But I was pondering what I had
heard.  My head was spinning with it.  Brack was hot for me.  He wanted to
fuck my ass.  He thought Alex and I were getting it on, and he was cool
with that.  And Alex was going to set us up.  How perfect was all of that?
I shook my head in disbelief.


	I opted for no clothes at the dinner table, and the boys fell right
in with it.  I noticed the head of Brack's dick was kind of red again, and
slightly enlarged.  Alex had a very satisfied look about him.  It was
pretty clear he was up to something.


	So what do I do, I wondered.  Am I obligated to let Alex know I
heard them talking?  I decided, if I needed to for the sake of our
relationship, fine, I could do that.  If it didn't seem to matter, why
muddy the waters.  Let him think he was in control.


	So I waited.  Both boys were exceptionally polite and considerate
to me that night, complimenting me and including me in all the
conversation.  Brack headed home after dinner, and Alex and I watched a
mindless film we downloaded.  I went up to bed and picked up my Kindle to
read a bit.  Soon, he came in and crawled in with me, scooting over for a
snuggle.  I could tell he wanted to talk, so I laid the reader down.


	"You're thinking, I can tell."


	"I can't get away with squat."


      I waited.


	"Dad, you know what we promised one another, that first night in
here?


	"Yeah, sure.  I'm working on it."


	"Oh?  In what way are you working on it?  Like, with who?  It's
been months now."


	"Well, O. K., not with any particular person, but with the IDEA of
it."


	"Dad, it's time.  Let's quit fooling around.  I'm getting laid
every day, and it has to be driving you crazy.  You need to get some, too.
Look, I said I'd do it for you if you didn't do it.  Well, you didn't.  And
so I did.  I've got you lined up with one hell of a hot stud."


	"Oh?  Who?"


	"My treat, and my surprise.  But I promise you, he is somebody very
special.  Firecracker hot, Man.  You're going to have a great time.  Trust
me?"


	"Hmm.  I don't know..."


	"Would I do you wrong?"


	"What do I have to do?"


	"Absolutely nothing.  I've got him booked for tomorrow night, after
dinner.  You be here in your room.  He will join you, and let the fun times
roll."


	"Alex, this guy isn't YOU, is he?  Because you know the score on
that one."


	"No way, Dad!  When it's going to be me, you'll know it.  Don't
worry."


	"He knows who he's getting?"


	"Of course, no deception.  And he can't wait."


	"What if I don't want him?"


	"Send him down the hall to me.  I'll take him, gladly. But then,
I'll be back with another one ASAP, until you keep your word.  And I'd
never, ever match this one.  He's top of the line."


	I reflected, convincingly, for a few seconds.


	"He's not a guy your age, is he?  Like that Aaron?"


	"Hell, no, not Aaron.  O. K., he's between my age and yours,
alright?  That's as specific as I go.  And you've used up all your
guesses."


	"Might as well get it over with, then.  O. K., go for it," I said.
The die was cast.


	The next evening, I was too excited to cook, and I didn't want to
be too full to enjoy sex. I grilled some chicken breasts and sliced them
atop a couple of dinner salads.  Brack was there with Alex, as usual, but
they were not visibly conspiring.  They must have consulted last night by
cell phone, or worked out details during the day sometime.  They closeted
themselves in Alex's room for an hour.  Shit, what's he going to have left
for me? I wondered.  I knew he was fucking my son just hours before his
date with me.


	When they came out, I asked Brack if he could stay for dinner.


	"No, sir, I have a date tonight," he said seriously.  Yeah, right.
Wonder who.


      So after dinner, I went up to my room and took a nice, long shower.
I dug out Sherry's old douche bag and inserted the bulb into my ass.  I
didn't want a full enema, but it would be nice to be clean and clear
tonight, especially for such a deep penetration as Brack could administer.
I crawled into bed, noting the crisp, clean sheets.  Alex had slipped in
there while I was in the shower.  I picked up my electronic reader.  A page
later, Alex returned with three lit candles.  He placed them around the
room and dimmed the lights.  No more reading: it must be about time.  I
reclined in the bed and waited.


      I didn't have long to wait.  The door opened, and in walked my
confident, young lover-to-be, naked and already sporting a semi-—and an
enormous one, at that.  Leaving the door open, he strode boldly to my
bedside and sat down, facing me.  He looked at me seriously, blazing me
with those captivating eyes of his.  Damn, he was handsome. His buff body
shone in the candle-light.


	His voice was husky.  "I want you," he said simply.


	"Do you really?  You're sure?"


	He nodded.  "Very sure.  Been thinking of this a while now."


	"How about Alex?  Where's he in this?"


	"In the thick of it.  He helped plan it.  He set it up."


      "Yes, he would do that for me.  But where is he with you?  Is he
really O. K.?  We can't hurt Alex, Brack.  No sex is worth that."


      "Mr. Mick, Alex and I are great fuck buddies, and we've become good
friends.  I can hardly get enough of sex with that guy.  He is hot as
blazes to me.  Plus, I really like to be around him.  This has nothing to
do with that.  He and I were together this afternoon, and we will be
tomorrow, too.  That isn't about you, and this isn't about Alex.  It's just
about us."


	"Brack, everything is about Alex to me.  He's my life."


      Brack rested his big, strong hand on my big, strong thigh.  "I
understand that, Mr. Mick.  This will not come between you and Alex, or me
and Alex, either, I promise you.  He and I are clear on that."


	"Then I'm yours."



TLC


Chapter Four


By Kevin Donovan


Right now is a good time to re-measure that dick of yours, for your
contribution to Nifty.  It should be at maximum extension about now.
You're welcome.



	Brack began by pulling all the covers off the king-size bed,
dragging them off the foot.  "We're going to need our space," he said.  "I
hope you slept good last night, because you won't get much tonight."


      He glanced several times up at my body, sprawled supine on the fitted
bottom sheet, and each time his cock grew longer and firmer.  It was too
heavy to rise straight up past his navel, like young guys' cocks usually
do.  It extended straight out like a thick charging lance, like mine does.
I scooted to the center of the mattress, lay back with my head on a pillow,
spread my legs, and prepared to be ravished.  I planned to let my young
lover take charge of this one.  He stood at the foot of the bed, looked
over my body appreciatively, and licked his lips lustfully.


      He gave a little whimper.  "Mr. Mick, this first time is not going to
take long.  I'm ready to pop just from looking at you.  But I promise,
there will be more, lots more, 'til you beg me to stop."


      "I'm not much into begging, Brack," I rasped.  My own voice was
getting kind of husky, too.  "I think I can give you all you need."


      Brack crawled up between my legs.  His broad shoulders seemed to span
much of the bed space.  His eyes fastened onto mine.  I thought he might
stop at my crotch, but he didn't.  I also thought he might not be a kisser
at all, but his lips went to mine like magnets to a refrigerator door.  He
pressed gently.  I responded, parting my lips.  His tongue explored
tentatively, then dove inside.  Mine defended the space, and we were
dueling passionately.  I felt his cock press against my pelvis as he
lowered his hips, still supporting most of his weight on his hands and
knees.  He made out with me for a good five minutes, kissing my nose, chin,
and Adam's apple, too, in the process.  He was an excellent kisser.  I
wondered how much of it Alex had taught him, or they had taught one
another.  He nibbled at my left ear, one of my secret extreme pleasure
zones.  I groaned, and he chuckled.  I knew he was filing that tidbit away
for later use.


      I had left a bottle of lube just lying atop the night stand, since
this was not exactly a surprise event for either of us, and somehow, Brack
had it in his hand, with the top flipped open.  Though he never stopped
kissing and suckling at my head and neck, I felt cool goo being smoothed
onto my asshole.  A middle finger slipped inside and massaged gently.  I
relaxed my sphincter to let it in.  With three fingers pressed together,
Brack tapped gently at the slick opening, each time a bit more insistently.
It was great technique.  My hole just gradually and painlessly expanded for
him.  He didn't go in deep, he just stretched my sphincter to make early
entry easier.  The fingers withdrew, and he kissed me some more.


      The next thing I knew, his big cock head was knocking at my back
door.  A couple of pokes, then a steady press, then `pop,' it slid in.  I
had one small pang of protest from the muscular ring, and then the amazing
joy of experiencing this young stud partly inside me.


      "Oh, yeah," I said, just like in a porn flick.


      "You like?"


      "I really, really like."


      The cock went deeper, then withdrew.  Deeper still, then out to the
edge again.  I moaned. Brack took that as a `go-ahead,' and the invasion
began in earnest.  He thrust deeper and deeper, into depths I'd never
experienced before.  Before I felt his bush on my butt, he hit some kind of
resistance.  It sort of hurt, but pleasantly.


      "Don't worry, Alex does this, too.  Maybe everyone does, I don't
know.  There's another sphincter in there, sort of a narrow point.  I just
have to ease past it, and then we go."


      None of my partners before was long enough to encounter this.  Brack
poked gently, but insistently, and the colon opened up for him.  I could
tell it was particularly good for him, and it felt great to me, too.  His
pubes tickled my ass as he ground his whole cock into me.


      "Oh, Man, that is so tight there, Mr. Mick.  It really does something
special to the head of my dick, way inside there."


      "You really need to call me `Brad' now, Brack.  `Mr. Mick' is silly
when you have your cock up my ass."


      "I'll try.  Brad.  But outside of the bedroom, nothing changes, you
know.  Appearances."


      "Deal."


      Finished with the chit-chat, my lover resumed his rhythmic piston
motion.  Moving his hips so far up and down, to stimulate the entire pole,
was pretty hard work.  He began to sweat and pant.


      "Oh, Man.  Oh, shit.  Oh, fuck."


      I supposed it must be feeling pretty good for him.  It certainly was
for me.  Nothing previous ever prepared me for that incredible feeling of
fullness.  My prostate was tingling at every pass of that swollen
cock-head.  Brack now rested more of his body weight on me, and it felt
great.  His warm breath blew across my neck, cheek, and ear.  His mouth
went back to my earlobe and sucked passionately.


      That was all it took for me.  I felt the cum welling up deep inside
my balls and crotch, and suddenly, I erupted like a geyser between our
sweating bodies.  Brack grunted.


      "Nice," he declared.  "Something to lick up later."


      He thrust deeper, harder, faster.  I thought I couldn't take any
more, but I wanted to desperately.  Suddenly, Brack drove deep, trembled,
gasped, and froze.  His buttocks were clenched tight as could be.  He
unloaded his seed into my insides, deep within me.


      He toggled in and out a little more, draining the pipe.  His
breathing began to become more regular.  Still inserted, he lay atop me, a
pleasing weight.


      "Oh, Brad.  That was the best ever.  You are one hell of a good fuck.
Even better than Alex, and he is also one hell of a good fuck. I'm afraid
all sex may be down-hill after that one."


      "Or all sex may be just as good, or even better than that one.  Let's
keep trying, and find out."


      "Gladly.  Just be still.  There will be more."


      He lay atop me as he came down from his sexual high.  I needed to
come down, too. His cheek nuzzled against mine, and he licked into my ear
again.  He kissed my lips.


      "With a girl, at this point, I would have to say, `I love you.  With
you, I'll just say, `I love what we are doing."


      "That's good for me, and I do, too.  No flowers, please.  I wouldn't
say `no' to a nice dinner, though."


      He chuckled, knowing I was teasing.  "I'll bring the steaks next
time."


      In a moment, Brack began to fuck me again, slowly at first, but
increasing as his hard-on resumed full size and rigidity.  The second time
lasted longer than the first, and he had to work harder for his orgasm.
Again, I thought I couldn't stand the pleasure at a certain point—yet in
no way did I want him to stop pounding me.  Well into the process, I
detected movement at the bedroom door.  Brack was oblivious.  It was Alex,
checking on us.  He stood stock still, transfixed at the sight of his young
lover's steely buns rising and falling on his father's mid-section; my bare
feet hovered in the air above the stud's buttocks.  Alex's dick stood out
from his crotch, rock hard.  I understood completely, since I had done the
same thing when I saw Brack fucking him.  In fact, I was glad he saw us.  I
wanted him to know I was having a good time.


      Brack came again, hard, into my colon.  This time, after a short
recoup, he slid his cock out of me with a slurping sound.  His cum was so
deep inside, it didn't even drip out for quite some time.


      "Let's wash this sweat off," he suggested.


      We got up, and he held me and kissed me as we stood by the bed.


      "Wait," he said.  He knelt and licked the cum and sweat off of my
lightly hairy stomach as he had promised.


      "I don't know, Brad," he said.  "Maybe I do need to say `I love you.'
You are so good for me.  You are one very special man. Can I get the same
deal with you I have with Alex? Sex a minimum of once a week, maximum of
five times a day?  I'm leaning toward the maximum at this point."


      He had stood, and his lips were right on top of mine as he spoke, and
I laughed into his mouth.  "I have no problem with that. But that adds up
to a max of ten for you.  I know you're some more stud, but that seems a
lot to me."


      "Let me worry about that.  You worry about keeping that ass ready for
service."


      Hands on my hip bones, he guided me to the big, double shower Sherry
and I had put in.  We washed one another languidly, enjoying the flow of
warm water and the gentle touch of each other's hands.  We kissed under the
spray.


      "This is a great shower.  Hope you don't mind, Alex and I have used
it a few times, when you weren't around."


      "I only regret I didn't get to join you."


      Emerging, we dried one another with soft bath sheets.  But we
returned to the bedroom naked and unwrapped.  Brack was proud of his body
and not the least bit inclined to cover it up, maybe even more of an
exhibitionist than me.  That suited me just fine, since I have nothing to
hide, either.  And I certainly enjoyed having free views of him.


      Alex was in there, just finishing up remaking the bed with a fresh
fitted sheet.


      "You guys need anything?"


      Brack kissed him tenderly.  "You.  But that's for later.  Got my
hands full right now."


      "So I see."  Alex smiled at me.  "Way to go, Dad.  I saw a little
bit, and Man, you guys were really getting it on."


      "You talk as if I was accomplishing some heroic task, as opposed to
just letting your lover fuck my ass."


      "That's more heroic than you make it sound."


      "Yeah, Brad.  You didn't even scream once."


      I smiled, too, and Alex stepped around to put his arms around me a
give me an appreciative kiss.  "You're the best, Dad.  I love you.  O. K.,
carry on, you two.  See you in the morning."  He returned to his own room.


      Brack took my hand and led me to the bed.


      "How do you want me?"  I knew he was ready for Round Two, or Three
depending on how you count it.


      "Let's do doggie this time."


      I assumed the position, and Brack mounted me from behind.  My colon
was ready-slimed for any and all sexual activities.  My young lover slid
his unit right up my chute and started to breed me again.  I loved it.  I
loved the fullness, his hard cock running deeply into and almost out of my
bowel.  I loved his big, warm hands on my buttocks, or stroking down my
back.  I loved the sweat dripping off of his sexy nose onto my back.  I
loved his muscular thighs slapping firmly against the backs of mine, his
big, pendulous balls smacking gently into my big, pendulous balls.  He
fucked me for at least twenty minutes before he planted his puppy seeds
into me.  There must be a full cup in there by this time, I thought.
Listening to that big, strong young man grunting his stuff into my ass, I
pondered with awe at what was happening to me: I was on all fours on my own
bed, age thirty-five, and kneeling behind me, this incredible, Norse god of
a nineteen-year-old, stark naked, was slamming his gi-normous phallus
repeatedly into my backside.  I wasn't even paying him; he wanted to do it.
And he wanted to do it again, after this.  Damn.  How in the world did a
miraculous thing like this ever take place?


      Then my stomach kind of turned.  This same Norse god of a young man
was also fucking my own son.  I'd seen them at it, and my son had seen him
do me.  How crazy and warped is that?  I was astounded at this turn of
events.


      If his father found out, he'd probably shoot me, and no jury in this
county would convict him.  Justifiable, they'd say.  Yet, how could I have
said `no' to the single most fulfilling act of sex I'd ever experienced or
ever hoped to?  I didn't even bother to resolve never to do this again.  I
knew better.  I'd bend over for this stud every time he winked at me.  Even
if he had to pull his dripping dick out of my own son's ass first in order
to do me.


      After that ejaculation, he pushed me down flat on the bed and fell
atop me, cock still inserted.  We lay there for some time, with Brack just
jiggling his unit inside me occasionally to keep it pumped up.  He busied
himself licking and nuzzling my neck and ears.  Quite deliberately, he made
a hickie on my neck, just where it meets the shoulder.  He was branding me
as his own.


      With his feet, he pulled my feet together to increase the pressure at
my sphincter, and he started hunching me again.  He didn't pull all the way
in and out this time, just wiggled a few inches each way.  That was plenty.
I felt totally filled with him.  He jizzed me again, but it took half an
hour.


      At that point, I was thinking we must surely need a break.  Brack
didn't say anything.  He lay very still atop me.  His warm breath bathed my
neck.  His breathing evened and mellowed.  He had fallen asleep atop me
with his cock fully inserted in my ass.  Even in his sleep, he occasionally
pressed it deeper into me, retaining his erection.  I drifted into sleep as
well.  I don't know how long I slept, but at some point, I opened my eyes,
and there sat Alex at the edge of the bed, watching the two of us sleep.
He saw my eyes open and put a finger to his lips.


      "You guys are the cutest," he whispered.


      I smiled at my beautiful, loving son and dozed off again, dimly aware
of the pressure of my young stud's 210-lb. weight pressing down on me.


      When I awoke next, it was because I felt a big cock pressing at my
sphincter again.  I was on my side, and Brack was trying to re-insert
himself into me.  Apparently, he had rolled off of me at some point, and we
had come disconnected.  I turned onto my back, sabotaging his efforts, and
squinted at him.


      "You might ought to let me go hose out first.  Might be messy back
there first thing in the morning."


      "Oh.  Yeah, well, O. K.  But you're O. K. to go again, right."


      "God help me, I think I am.  I don't want to think about what that
makes me.  Be right back."


      "I'll come, too."


      Both of us stretched, swung off the bed, and sauntered to the
bathroom.  I first sat on the toilet and unceremoniously tried to expel
whatever was in me.  What I got was a dribble of Brack-cum, followed by gas
noises.  Not too sexy.  In a moment, though, there was more productive
expulsion.  Brack laughed.


      "You're even less shy than I am, Brad."


      "Not by much."  I wiped and flushed, then headed for the shower.  It
was definitely time for another douche.  Brack joined me.  He was
fascinated by the douche device, and wound up giving it to me.


      "Nice.  You'll be all clean in case I want to rim you."


      "Which you are invited to do at any time."


      "Sure.  I like it, too, by the way. Giving and receiving."


      We dried one another and returned to the bed.  I was amazed at Brack.
I wouldn't have put money on a bet that he even knew what rimming is, at
his age, and supposedly straight.  Who'd been rimming him in the past, I
wondered, though I had a strong suspect in mind.  It turned out he spent
twenty minutes munching on my ass before laying me on my back and rolling
my knees over my shoulders to insert his big tool up my rectum again for
another round of serious fucking.  He penetrated me deeply, as he had
before, and gave us both a very satisfying ride.


      I don't consider myself at all exclusively a bottom.  I love to fuck,
and my dick needs plenty of attention.  With Brack, though, I just could
not get enough of his cock up my ass.  It felt completely fantastic and
fulfilling.  He replenished the sperm-supply in my anus with many grunts,
growls, and groans from both of us.  This time, there would be a quantity
of my own cum on my abdomen, not smeared into me by his sweaty body like it
had been last night.  So he'd have something easier to lick up this time.
We noticed, at the same time, that we were not alone.  Alex stood beside
the bed bearing a tray holding three steaming mugs of coffee and grinning
at us.


      "How long have you been there?" I asked.


      "Long enough. Blue mug for you, Dad, milk but no sugar, brown mug for
Brack, both milk and sugar, purple mug for me, just double sugar.


      "I feel bad about you being by yourself all night last night, Alex,"
I began, lifting the blue mug from his tray.


      "He wasn't.  He was in here with us half the time," smirked Brack.


	"I appreciate your checking on me, Son," I said.


      "I couldn't help it, Brack.  I figured it was probably sexy as hell,
at least I hoped there would be sex going on in here, but turns out, it was
beyond imagining.  You two are hot as can be."


      Brack grinned proudly.  "Yeah, it was a hell of a great night.  How
many times did I breed you, Mr. Mick?"


      "Brad.  Hell, I don't know.  More than humanly possible, I believe.
It was amazing."


      "I told you, Dad.  I'm glad you took us up on it."


      I became the serious father again for a moment. "Alex, I have to know
this: Are you O. K.? I mean, really.  Long-term.  What do you think of me
for using your boyfriend in this way?  Can you really live with this?  Have
you thought through the possibility that we might want to do it again?"


      "How could you not, Dad?  I've had Brack before, too, remember.  If
he doesn't want to fuck with me anymore, then yes, I'll be upset.  I didn't
mean to GIVE him to you, just LOAN him.  But I'm a big boy.  I can share
with my dad, and I think he's man enough to satisfy both of us.


      "Nothing to worry about, Babe, I'll be ready to pump your ass here in
a few minutes."


      "See?  We're fine, Dad.  It did me a lot of good to see you enjoying
a really outstanding night of sex, for the first time in over a year, and I
know it did you a lot of good, too.  It'll be even better if you can get it
daily, as I have been and plan to continue.  We'll put Brack through his
paces alright, but I'm sure he's up to the challenge."


      I let it go.  At some point, I just had to take the boys at their
word.  Weird as it seemed to me, neither of these denizens of the
twenty-first century was at all put off by my son and me sharing a lusty
lover half my age.



* * * * * * * *



	The three of us prepared breakfast together.


	"Do you want to fuck around some more, Brad?" Brack asked as we
finished our third mugs of coffee.  Nothing subtle about this guy.  My butt
was less sore than I would have expected from the abuse it took through the
night, but I thought it could use a rest, anyway.


	"Let's give Alex a turn."


	Alex grinned.  "Yeah, let's."


	"After the horses," I added.


	So off the boys went to the stable to tend to the horses, and then
a bit later I heard them scampering up the stairs to Alex's room to "fuck
around" some.  I was in the office going through the early emails.


	I gave them forty-five minutes before going up to "check on" them,
i. e. check them out.  Sure enough, they were fucking around,
alright—doggie style.  Brack was slamming Alex's ass, while Alex held
onto the headboard for dear life.  I sat and watched.  Alex paid no
attention, but Brack turned and grinned at me, clearly showing off his
flexing musculature.


	`Almost as tight as you, Brad," he said.  "Primo stuff, in this
household, either bedroom."


	He grunted, and resumed his focus on the breeding at hand.  He
shifted positions, pulling his feet up under him so that he was crouching
at Alex's backside, holding onto Alex's shoulders and hunching downward as
well as inward.  He flipped Alex over onto his back and pulled his legs up
over his head to support himself by the toes on the wall above the
headboard, so that Brack could dip his wick from the opposite direction.
That brought Alex's butt up higher, so that Brack did not have to stoop so
low.


	"Gotta keep your feet clean, there, Alex," he joked.  "Hard to
explain any bare footprints on the walls or ceilings."  Alex just grunted.
He was on another planet by now.


	This live porn was the hottest show I'd ever seen anywhere, any
how.  Two outstanding specimens of young masculine sexuality, one of them
my own son, at the height of their sexual pleasure together.  My cock was
as hard as either of theirs, and as Brack began to unleash his juices
(where did he get all that man-goo?) into Alex's insides, I almost did,
too, all over the chair and carpet.  The boys fell into a sweaty heap.


	They kissed.  I was just about to head back to my business, but
Brack turned to me and said, "You about ready for another go?"


	"Are you?" I asked, astonished.


	"I can't get enough of you," he declared.


	"You amaze me.  Well, sure, why not.  Where do you want me?"


	"Right here.  On your back."


	So I lay beside Alex, who was on his side facing me, recuperating
and watching us raptly, on my back with feet raised, and Brack moved over
to me.  This time, for the first time, he fastened onto my cock with his
mouth.  He spent the next ten minutes sucking me off expertly, with Alex
gazing on.  I shot my load into Brack's mouth, and he grinned at me
mischievously.  Then, he leaned over to Alex and gave him a big, wet,
sloppy kiss.  Smiling conspiratorially, the two boys shared my cum-load.


	"Cheaters," I taunted.


	"Beats sucking the front of your underwear.  I've done that, too,
you know."


	No, I didn't know.  "That's gross."


	"One of these days, when you least expect it, I'll take it from the
tap."


	I let that comment go without response, though I knew I was tacitly
accepting the statement.


	Brack was not finished with me.  He leaned back over my way, and
shared with me the remains of my sperm, plus his and Alex's saliva.  There
was no foreplay this time.  He just entered me.  I made a guttural noise of
submission as his huge cock-head forced open my bruised sphincter yet
again, but the orifice knew better than to waste resources on any but token
resistance.  My ring was dry, but inside, there was plenty of residue from
earlier penetrations to remedy that on subsequent thrusts, and in short
order, I was humming with sexual satisfaction yet again. This time, Alex
got to watch the entire performance, and he hardly blinked.


	Having just treated the boys to a big dollop of Brad cream, I
didn't cum this time from the prostate pounding Brack gave me, but that was
the only difference from earlier events.  He worked his magic on my
sex-sleeve just the same, making me swoon with pleasure.  It was pretty
clear he was into this, too, big-time.  At last, he buttered my buns for
the umpteenth time.


	"How many times have you shot off in the past twenty-four hours,
Brack?"


	"Dunno.  Lost count," he panted.  "Think it's a record, though,
even for jacking off, and I have quite a record there."


	"All of it wasted," said Alex, "when you could have been over here
reaming us."


	"Not at age eleven or twelve," he disputed.  "I go way back.  I've
been a horn-dog as long as I can remember."


	"For which I'm now thankful," I added.  "But we have to call time
out, guys.  We haven't injured ourselves yet, but let's not keep fucking
`til we do!"


	It was almost noon, but we were not hungry.  What we were was
sleepy, having done precious little of that during the night.  We adjourned
to my big bed, where we took a three-hour nap together.


	"I wish you didn't need to go home," Alex lamented upon waking.


	Brack just shrugged.  "Well, I don't need to really.  Just have to
keep up appearances back at the house.  I'll be back tomorrow, with
Barberry, since he's our cover for these constant visits."


	He phoned home, though, to beg off for a few more hours.  His
parents really didn't seem to care much if he came in or not.  There was
some kind of unpleasantness going on at home.  We ordered pizza and
downloaded an action movie that evening.  By three-quarters through, Brack
was bored with it, and he started fucking Alex side-to-side on the sofa.
Not a big passionate production, just easy, languid, sensual sex.  I
watched his buttocks much more than the movie from that point.  He
finished, and the boys lay embracing for half an hour.  Then Brack got up
and came over to me.


	"Your turn."


	"Good, I was beginning to wonder."


	He crawled in behind me and embraced me, passing the big, man-flesh
column of his dick back and forth through my crack until it achieved
formidable, full expansion and firmness.  Then, dry again, he slid it into
my hole.  I was beginning to like it that way, at least for second and
later entries.  The extra friction made for fabulous stimulation that would
have been reduced by additional artificial lube.  I had a lot, just with
accumulated juices of the day.  Brack fucked me silly, completing the act
just as the final credits of the movie ended.


	"Today has more than doubled the sum total of all my anal sexual
experience in my life previous to this," I stated with awe.


	"Cool," said Brack.


	"Awesome," agreed Alex.  "But records are made to be broken.  This
one, too."


	That being so, I could hardly wait to get started breaking them.


to be continued......




Story List*

ENCOUNTERS
	The Hitcher (September, 2001)
COLLEGE
	The Roomie  (September, 2001)
	The Association  (October, 2006)
RURAL
	The Farm Boy	(September, 2001)
	Ah!  Nature!  (September, 2001)
	Bare-Ass Horseman (September, 2001)

INCEST
	The Special Services Division  (November, 2010)
	TLC  (MAY, 2015)
	Insatiable (May, 2015)

HIGH SCHOOL
	The Bryant Series (October, 2001)

AUTHORITARIAN
	The Harem, (October 2001)
	Can't Rape the Willing  (December, 2010)

RELATIONSHIPS
	Closets (December, 2005)

*Dates are approximate and may refer to beginning date rather than final
episode. Some categories may also be incorrect.