Date: Fri, 15 May 2015 11:40:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: TLC, chapters 5 and 6

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.


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edited text and mashed it all together.  If you enjoy this work and
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CHAPTER FIVE


	Our lives settled into the most amazing routine.  Brack slept at
his parents' home on work nights, and he was up before dawn to tend
Barberry, then off to pour concrete for a long work-day.  For now, in the
mornings, Alex and I awoke together early in my bed, kissed, sometimes made
out just a bit, and got up to face our day.  While he went to the stable
for forty-five minutes of stall- mucking, I had my coffee and prepared
breakfast in leisure.  There was time for me to get my shower, too.  Alex
had to shower outside before coming back into the house, but when he
arrived, fresh-faced and wet-headed, I had breakfast on the table for both
of us, and we ate together.  At that point, I sequestered myself in the
office for about four hours, while Alex either tended to further chores
around the property, like the abundance of mowing we had to do, or worked
with Toulouse and the other horses.  He often had time for a dip in the
pool, and sometimes, late morning or early afternoon, he'd have friends
over either to ride or to swim in the pool.


	Alex's long-time friends knew the drill, and they shucked off
poolside like the rest of us.  I always remained inside, though, keeping
the scene very respectable.  Occasionally, when Brack rode over, usually
about four in the afternoon, but sometimes earlier, if he got off early,
he'd join the group in the pool.  He and Alex kept in close touch by phone
messaging, so he always knew what to expect.  He and I never communicated
by phone, though, and the boys never put anything incriminating in writing,
either.  Alex's friends were mostly awestruck that the star football player
and college man was so friendly with Alex, and they basked in the
second-hand glow of his coolness.


      Around noon, I'd have a tray of sandwiches made, if there were guests
on the premises, maybe a big salad or couple of subs if it was just me and
Alex.  With guests, Alex would come in alone to the kitchen to pick up the
tray, along with chips or salad, which he would take out to the pool area
where he and his buds would take a lunch break, nude or towel-wrapped.
Sodas were always out there in the cabana fridge.  A couple of times, Brack
came in for the grub, grinning.  He'd give me a passionate kiss, grope my
crotch, and disappear with his hands full of food.  One time, Aaron
Dickenson was the one who came.  Alex had asked him to.  He seemed
surprised to encounter Alex's naked father in the kitchen, and he was
embarrassed to have come in naked himself.  He was a cute guy, but not up
to Brack's standard.  Nobody was that hot.  He kept trying to keep
something in front of his nicely dangly dick, having no idea, I'm sure,
that I knew at least one of the places that dick had been.  Not lately,
though.  I suppose he thought I'd be away at work.  After the door slammed
behind his round, hairy ass, I heard him call out to Alex, "You set me up,
asshole.  Mr. Mick is in there and he caught me comin' in the house naked."
There were hoots of laughter from the others.  A few days later, though, a
cute, sweet sophomore named Joey volunteered to go for the lunch.  He came
in grinning bashfully.  "Hey, Mr. Mick," he called cheerily, "I see you're
dressed for swimming, too."  Joey was too young for me to lust over, but he
had the makings of a very nice body.


      "After you guys finish," I said, playing along.


      "We don't care if you join us, Mr. Mick.  You're one of the coolest
dads we know.  We can't skinny-dip just anywhere, you know.  And get lunch,
even."


      I just smiled, by way of thanks for the compliment.  But I never
showed up outside when they were there playing nude.  I knew that was out
of limits, and besides, I didn't trust myself to stay limp with Brack
there, or Alex, even.  I also didn't fully trust either of the boys to keep
their hands, and my hands, to ourselves all the time.  It just seemed too
risky.


      Somehow, the others knew to get lost when the two horsemen went to
the stable to work on training Barberry.  After a while, the trainers
didn't bother to get dressed to do it, having figured out that the other
boys were not at all put off by their nude recreation, but only wished they
could be more a part of it, especially around the muscular and manly Brack.
It was full summer, and oppressively hot in our very mild climate, which
offered, really, no winter at all.  Despite generous applications of
sun-screen, both the boys, all of them really, were sporting impressive
full-body tans, especially the stunning Brack.  But I was beginning to
notice that Alex drew his share of admiration from his team-mates and other
friends, too.  He also had a great tan, and his musculature was continuing
to develop impressively, as well.  During all of this, Brack and Alex were
totally hands-off, quite clearly just male friends with some common
interests.  Talk in the back yard was often of girls and dating and sex,
and both "my" boys participated enthusiastically, without ever mentioning
any names.  They were the perfect gentlemen.


	At some point, sometimes mid-day with the other boys, sometimes end
of the day just the two of them, the boys did their work-out routine in our
gym.  If it was just Alex, or Alex and Brack, I generally joined them.
Otherwise, I'd do my workout at the end of my work-day, while Alex and
Brack were sexing upstairs.  Then, I'd shower and go up to join them.


      They had shifted their activities to my bed, first because it was
bigger, and it was now really Alex's, too anyway, and also because they
were expecting me at the end of their private time.  Nearly always, Brack
would still be fucking my son when I arrived, in one position or another,
generally for the second go-around.  My favorite scene was when they'd be
coupling face-to-face with Alex's long, sexy feet waving in the air above
Brack's muscular buttocks, his long, strong, lightly hairy, tanned legs on
display. Brack's pelvis would be pumping his rod into Alex's butt, and the
two would be in a lather of sweat and passion.  They were always vocal
lovers, and they cried out unabashedly when they ejaculated.  It was good
we had no immediate neighbors, or a housekeeper.


	They always ended in a tender kiss, and then it was my turn.  Brack
turned to me and took me in his arms, and we made out with passion for
several minutes.  Since this would be my first encounter of the day, I had
to get lubed and stretched to accommodate Brack's big unit, and he took
that assignment seriously.  He liked to do the job orally when there was
time for that.  He was very efficient about it, though, and in short order,
he'd be fully hard and sliding me the sausage.  Alex often hung back to
watch the triumphal entry, and maybe some of the copulation.  Then, he'd
saunter off to the shower, and afterward, after checking on our progress
(finishing our first climax, or beginning a second round), he'd go down to
see what needed to be done to finish dinner preparations.


	Brack ate dinner with us at least once a week.  His parents took so
little interest in him, it was sad.  But then, he'd be off for home, to
brush Barberry and put him to bed.  Maybe once a week, since he often
worked six days, Brack stayed over all night.  That was heavenly for all of
us.  We fucked all night, or rather Brack fucked the two of us all night,
sharing the same bed now, just moving back and forth from father to son.
Alex and I actually slept a little sometimes while he was working the
other.  He'd be ragged, and we'd be frazzled, but all very content and
sexually satisfied, come morning.


	There were a few evenings when Brack had to be otherwise occupied
in order to maintain the ruse of his merely friendly relations at our
house.  Those nights, we missed our lover terribly.


	"If we could do each other," Alex reminded me, "we wouldn't be so
out in the cold."


	"You could have Aaron over," I suggested.  "Or work on someone
else.  What are you going to do when you guys are separated more at State?"


	"Who says we will be?" he retorted.  But a few days later, when
Brack had said he couldn't make it that evening, Alex told me that Aaron
would be coming over.


	"Just for old time's sake," he said.


	"Sure.  But keep me out of it, clear?  I'll just jack off in my own
room."


	"I'll come in later and we can do it together."


	Aaron and Alex were holed up in Alex's room for several hours.
When Aaron departed, Alex came out, nude, and joined me in my room.


      "Man, that was hard work.  I had to seduce him all over again,
practically.  I think this was the last time with that one.  Besides, he's
going to Tech this fall.  I really gotta find me a new back-up."


      He gave me a smirky look that made me suspect he had the very man in
mind.  I dropped the subject.


* * * * *



      To give all of us a respite, I persuaded Alex to go on a beach
vacation, just the two of us.  Brack had to keep working, but he happily
took the job of caring for the horses and house-sitting, and my son and I
set out for two weeks at a rental condo I found, amazingly, due to a
cancellation, at the last minute.  It was weird having to wear suits every
day on the beach and at the pool.  In that regard our own home was a better
vacation spot. The seafood was good, though, and it was certainly relaxing
to have no responsibilities at all, aside from the occasional email.


      Four or five times, I had to hang out in a neighborhood bar all
evening, because Alex was entertaining a date back at our place.  Two
times, I scored a guy of my own, and brought him home for some more-or-less
pleasing sex for an hour or so.  Three nights, when I came in around
midnight, the door to the "spare" bedroom was still closed.  I heard
familiar noises of sexual intimacy coming from there, and I slipped into my
own room and bed as quietly as possible.  Once, I heard someone leaving at
about two.  A second time, the guy left, but I never heard him go.  The
third time, I assumed he was gone, as it was nearly four when I awoke
thirsty, but when I went into the kitchen, nude, for a glass of milk, the
dude surprised me by coming out of Alex's room, also nude, and entering the
kitchen.  He was taken aback to see me there, not realizing that Alex was
staying with his dad.  He handled the scene with aplomb, though.  He
introduced himself as John, and said he'd gotten up for water.  I offered
him a bottled one, and he took a swig while we appraised one another.  John
was about twenty-two, six feet, one-eighty.  He had dark hair and features,
looking maybe Italian in background.  He was a bit hairy, but on him, it
looked nice, and masculine.  Privately, I thought he was a bit too old for
my son, or more precisely, my son was too young for him.  But he was
definitely a hot dude.  He looked me over appreciatively, too.  He was too
young for me, but then he was at least an improvement there over Brack!


	"You're O. K. with me being here with Alex?" he asked.


	I nodded.  "It's his life," I said.


	He looked a little relieved, but also hesitant.  Then he said, "Any
chance, you're into guys, too?"


	I smiled and nodded again.


	"Damn," he swore.  He considered a few seconds.  "Hey, seems like
Alex is pretty much just a bottom boy, don't know if you know that.  Thing
is, I like to be on bottom sometimes, too..."


	"Come on," I said.


	John followed me back to my room, padding softly on bare feet.


	He could hardly wait to get on his back in that bed with me.  We
had a great session of hot sex lasting over an hour.  I fucked him twice,
and sucked him off as well.


	"This is the hottest scene I've ever been into," he said before he
left me.  "Doing a son and then his father in the same night, same
apartment.  My flat-mates won't believe it.  If I could only have had you
in the same bed, damn."


	"Talk to Alex when he wakes up.  We're here 'til Saturday.  If he
wants a rerun, I'm in."  So John slipped back into bed with Alex in the
next room, and all of us went back to sleep.


	I was up around nine, but they came straggling out an hour later
looking disheveled and disreputable.  Neither put anything on.  I offered
breakfast, but both declined. I suspected there may have been some drinking
the night before, and I wondered how old Alex had claimed to be.


	"Dad, are you free Wednesday night?" Alex asked.


	"Sure, free every night."


	"You want to have dinner with me and John, then come back over here
for a while?"


	"Yeah, I'd like that.  If you would."


	Wednesday night, we met at a nearby seafood place John suggested,
and we had a fine meal, my treat.  Then we went to the condo and straight
to my bed.  To calm him down some, I fucked John first.  Then he fucked
Alex.  I fucked him again, and then he fucked me!  He was no Brack, but it
was pretty nice.  He left us at about two.


	"I feel like you got the short end, Bud," I apologized to Alex.


	"I'm fine.  I got what I wanted, and I got to see you get what you
wanted, too.  I'm happy."


	Alex was at the beach next morning, while I read at the condo.  He
called about eleven with news.  He'd heard from John.


	"Dad, we have dates for Friday night.  If you're willing."


	It was with John again, but also with his flatmate, Robert, one of
those who had trouble believing that John enjoyed a father and son the same
night.  Neither of us had seen this Robert, but the description John gave
Alex was pretty enticing.  Still, it was a blind date, with all the risk
entailed.


	"So, who gets which guy?"


	"That's the beauty of it, it's a group date.  The idea is we'd all
be together.  John and Robert are not sexual partners, they just rack
together while they work at that Pac Sun on the boardwalk.  They just met
when they got here.  There are two others at their apartment, too.  But the
two of them want to share us."


	"Well, you work out the details.  I'm in.  Should be fun, assuming
this Robert is not an ogre."


	"There's one other thing."


	What could the kid be up to now?  "Shoot."


	"A date for tonight, too."


	"Another double?  Quadruple?  What's so mysterious?"


	"This one is just a single.  One guy, but he's had the hots for you
for a long time, and tonight's the night."


	"Oh.  Him."


	"Yeah, him.  I'll bring dinner home with me.  Indian O. K.?  You
just be ready, mentally.  I'll handle it from there."


	"Oh."  I gulped.  On the one hand, I wanted this more than anything
else.  On the other hand, I was scared shitless.  "I'll be ready."


	I spent an hour primping for my son.  I scrubbed every square inch
of skin, evacuated my bowel, and rinsed it.  I shaved my face, and while I
was at it, I gave my whole body a trim-something I had rarely done before.
I applied skin lotion and even a dab of cologne.  I brushed teeth and
gargled-even knowing that the dinner would likely obliterate that effect.
When my date arrived, I'd be naked and worthy of being seen naked.


	Alex returned around 6:30, sun-drenched but smiling, set bags of
aromatic food on the dining table, and gave me a big, loving kiss.


	"You look fantastic," he announced.  "Smell good, too.  I don't
measure up, I'm afraid--I'll be right back.  Shower."  I kissed him back,
lingeringly, and then he was off down the hall, shedding tee shirt and
boardies along the way.


	I put out plates and dinnerware and opened two beers.  Alex
returned, looking fresh and--young.  Part of it was his eager, anticipatory
expression.


	We enjoyed the meal, Alex chatting happily about his day at the
beach and some guys he had hung out with.  He'd been invited back to their
hotel room with them but begged off til tomorrow, saying he had a super-hot
date set up for tonight.  He laid his hand atop mine at one point while he
talked.  He was charming and very sweet.


	"You go on back, and I'll put things away," he said as we finished.
"Take more beers, will you?"


	So I grabbed two more brews and took them to "my" bedroom, where we
had been sleeping together as usual, except when Alex entertained in the
other bed.  I set a beer on each night stand, put lube beside one of them,
and sprawled in the middle of the big mattress waiting.  My dick understood
very well what was going on, soaring past my navel in anticipation.


	Alex entered with a casual self-consciousness like a bashful groom
on a long- awaited wedding night.  His smile lit his face, and his own cock
led the way at full alert.  I held my arms out receptively, and he fell
into my embrace.


	My Alex is a fantastic kisser, maybe the best I've ever
encountered, though that doesn't do fair service to Brack.  We made out for
a very long time, in no hurry for the main event we'd waited for so long,
but now knew was imminent.  I resolved to let Alex play this hand.  He fell
into the role easily and smoothly: it was his date, his time to enjoy my
favors, undistracted.


	He began to kiss and nibble his way down my neck, chest, and arms.
He licked my underarms like a cat grooming.  He sucked my tits until they
stood out like fishing corks.


	"I like the trim," he commented.  "But the hair is good, too."


	He proceeded to my navel, and beyond.  Then, he bypassed my cock
entirely, and continued south, licking at sensitive spots on my thighs,
knees, calves, and ankles.  He bathed my feet thoroughly with his tongue,
sucking and licking every toe.  Then, he rolled me onto my stomach and
retraced his route up my backside-only this time, he did focus on the
mid-section, working over my ass and the backside of my scrotum thoroughly.


	These painstaking oral ministrations took almost an hour.
Throughout, his deft fingers were involved, too, in every step, gently
stroking and massaging.  It was the most relaxing, stimulating, and
thorough attention my body had ever received.


	At the end, he let me have the long-awaited blow job my cock had
been throbbing for.  At last, he drew that load of fresh dad-milk he'd been
hankering for, straight from the tap, like he had promised weeks before.
It felt like I fed him one of the largest loads I had ever produced.  He
was in no hurry still, but held my cock in his mouth, gently
tongue-massaging it, until every drop had been drained and cleaned up.


	Next, he came up even with my face for more spermy kissing.
Luckily I like my own jizz, since I get a lot of it from Brack's mouth, and
now from my son's.  I realized that I still did not know what Alex's tasted
like, and I wanted to find out very soon.  But that would wait.  His first
load of the night would go up my ass.


	In due course, my son lay prone atop my body, his long fuck-tube
lying beside my own.  I drew my knees up to tilt my pelvis, and Alex
expertly placed his cock-head at my rectum just by adjusting the angle of
his hips.  He pressed gently, but insistently, and the big mushroom head
slid inside my entry ring.  I lifted my feet, and he pressed more firmly.
The long train entered the dark tunnel smoothly.  I was getting fucked, by
my own son!  He kissed my lips gently, and murmured, "This is just
perfect."


	And it was.  Alex slowly but steadily long-dicked me, my heels
tapping his clenching buttocks rhythmically, until eventually, he fired a
long stream of his baby- starter into his father's colon.


	"Brack goes on and on about what a great, deep and tight man-cunt
you have.  He is not exaggerating.  It's the best I've ever felt."


	Alex's dick was not quite long enough to enter that tight zone that
turned Brack on so much, and felt so good to me--but almost!  I felt the
soft end of his cock-head just barely teasing at what felt like the bottom
of my ass, but really could expand further if my fucker had that extra two
inches like Brack did.  The teasing excited me and turned me on even more
to the fucking I was getting.  And when he let loose of his seed-load, it
went squirting right into that deep place within me as he pressed his groin
hard against my own.


	Egad!  I had been bred for the first time by my own son!  And I
loved it.  I loved him, now in a new and amazing additional way.  A wave of
exhilaration and awe overwhelmed me.  I knew that if I had pressured or
forced this in any way at all, or if he were too young to make this choice
freely, I would feel dreadful shame and guilt over it.  But this was so
clearly his free, adult choice and his desire, maybe even more strongly
than mine, it just seemed right and appropriate for us.  I couldn't imagine
this harming our relationship--on the contrary, it took us deeper and more
intimate with one another than I could ever have imagined.


	Alex' pelvis waggled to massage the last of his sperm into my
colon.  He kissed me deeply and appreciatively.  Then he withdrew and lay
beside me, head on the pillow next to mine.


	"You O. K?" he asked.


	"O. K.er than I've ever been, I think.  Mega-O. K."


	"Great.  Me, too.  That was awesome.  I'm going to want more of it
in a little while.  And tomorrow.  And the next day...."


	"Well, we aren't through with round one, yet.  Don't I get a turn?"


	Alex laughed.  "You're a lot like Brack, Dad.  Sure, you get all
the turns you want, just like he does.  I'm pretty much insatiable on the
bottom, you know."


	"As am I.  Well, my nuts are never going to produce like Brack's
do-he's the champion sperm-maker I've ever even heard of.  But I want my
time on top, Bud, just the same.  You ready?"


	"Don't you think I've been incredibly patient, waiting and not
nagging at you about us having sex?"


	"Definitely.  You've been perfect."


	"Well, those days are over.  I want to be fucked, and I want it
now."


	"Sounds like you're ready, then."


      I rolled atop Alex and returned to him most of the favors he had
performed for me, in order.  We made out again.  I licked and suckled his
throat, chest, underarms, stomach and navel, thighs, knees, calves, feet,
and toes.  Alex has always been ticklish, but he loved every slurp
nonetheless.  His cock throbbed with intense readiness all the while.  I
rolled him over and worked up his backside, lingering for the first time on
his cute little rosebud, still perfect despite the incessant hammering it
received from Brack's huge well-drilling equipment.  Alex was ecstatic.  At
last, as I nuzzled his neck, I entered my son from the rear.  He spread his
feet out for me, but upon entry half-way, I pulled them back together
again.  I wanted this to be tight and very tactile.  Alex lay beneath
expectantly, clearly savoring every thrust, every bit of pressure of his
dad's body upon his own.  I settled into a rhythm of thrusting, and he
began to gurgle with pleasure.


      "Oh, yeah, Dad, fuck your son.  Dick me, Man.  Breed this ass."


      With such encouragement, I built to a crescendo of ass-pumping,
finally loosing my seed into my boy's nether regions in a spasm of
ejaculatory pleasures.  I rested contentedly atop his back, and he sighed
with happiness.


      "That was the greatest, Dad.  The best ever.  I love you.  Thank you
so much for this."


      "I thank you, too, Alex, for being the perfect son, in every way.  I
don't deserve you, but I sure am glad I have you.  I love you, too,
always."


      We adjourned the Mutual Admiration Society just to lie together and
rest, occasionally kissing or nibbling at one another, fondling a bit, but
mostly just relaxing in one another's arms.  After a while, though, I began
to want to sample that man-milk my boy produced so abundantly.  I slid
half-way down his body and took his big, plumped- up cock into my mouth.
It was a mouth-full!  But it tasted great, oozing some of the best pre-cum
I ever tasted.  The skin surrounding the rod-hard member was silky soft and
delicious.  In ten minutes, I was swallowing big gushes of Alex's own
special nut butter, and it was wonderful.  This stuff would do me for
dessert anytime.


      We slept then, for a couple of hours, but around three, I felt Alex
fingering my hole again.  I lifted my leg a bit to allow him better access,
and his big dick slid right in.  He hunched me from the side to orgasm, to
my very great enjoyment.  Then he rolled over the other way and presented
his rump to me.  I pushed my cock in and fucked him back.


      "Thanks," he said, "I love you," and then he fell asleep.  So did I,
smiling.


      We had one more round when we awoke around nine, before rising for
breakfast down the street at the pancake house.  We spent the morning on
the beach, with me trying hard not to look too much like honeymooners, and
Alex not caring if we did.


      "Dad, no one knows us here.  Big deal, don't worry about it."


      I knew that the minute I held his hand or gave him a kiss, I'd look
up to see someone from home staring at us in horror, so I did not succumb
to his overtures.  At noon, having had enough sun and surf, we picked up
sandwiches and headed back to the condo for lunch and a nap.  We still had
that double date that night, and we had stockpiles of spermatic fluid to
build up!  We were showered, dressed for dinner, and sipping white wine by
six o'clock.


	At the appointed hour, the guys came by our place for a drink and
introductions.  Robert was definitely no ogre; in fact, he was hotter,
really, than John in my book.  About five-ten, with surfer looks and build,
and surfer blond hair, he had a great tan, which accentuated his light blue
eyes and perfect teeth. His body hair was neat and silky, not excessive,
and light brown. A circular Yin/Yang tattoo adorned his right buttock, once
it was bared.


	I was tempted to call off the dinner and just head for the
mattress.  It was pretty clear we were clicking sexually as a foursome.
But I kept it civilized.  We went to a restaurant we liked down the block,
that had a variety of fare, and tucked in.  Again, I had the pockets, but
that was fine.  Back at the condo, Alex went to the fridge for beers, while
I settled onto the end of the sofa and John took the chair to the side.
Rob settled between my feet on his knees.  When Alex returned with the four
beers, which only took a minute, Rob had my shorts down around my ankles,
and his mouth engulfing my dick.  Alex handed me a beer, set one down for
Rob on the end table, and took one to John.  He had one, illicitly, for
himself, too, but he didn't pop it.  Instead, he knelt between John's
handsome, flip-flopped feet and unzipped his shorts.  Like me, John wore no
underwear: we were all dressed for easy sex more than for the pleasure and
profit of haberdashers.  Alex began to work John's cock up into a strong
erection.  He didn't bring his subject off, though.  Instead, after working
him to a high state of ejaculatory readiness, he backed off, took John by
the hand, and pulled him up off his chair and down the hall to the larger
bedroom, where Alex and I both had been sleeping.  John left his shorts in
a puddle atop the flip-flops.


      I leaned down and whispered in Rob's ear, "Do you and John have sex?"
His head went back and forth, taking my cock with it.  "Would you like to?"
His head went up and down on my cock.  "Then go for it. Tonight's the
night."


      After just a moment, Rob also took my hand, leading me bottomless
down to the bedroom.  Alex had stripped, and John had removed his tee
shirt.  Alex lay on his back on the far side of the bed, and John was
rimming him, prepping his ass for entry.


      "Shit," commented Rob.  "Your son is a real beauty. Look at that ass
and those legs."


      I happened to agree more than Rob presently knew.  So where did the
boy get that great butt and those legs, huh?  I wondered.  But I was proud,
not jealous.  We paused to drink in the views, but Rob seemed drawn to the
mattress. He assumed Alex's position, so I took on John's role.  Rob had a
very nice, clean, cute little bud, and it was a pleasure to lick.  There
was some hair between his legs and up his crack, but just enough to give a
masculine appeal.  John lubed up Alex's butt further with the gel at
bedside, and then he handed it off to me.  When I had satisfied my oral
desires on Rob's ass, I slicked him up and then my own cock.  John had
entered Alex and was beginning to piston him.


      I don't think Robert was accustomed to taking a dick in my size
range.  He really gasped and gave a groan when I pushed the head into his
rectal opening.  I kissed his open mouth and made some soothing noises.
"I'll go easy," I promised.  And I did, taking a couple of minutes to work,
gradually, my whole schlong up his love canal.  Rob was a great, tight,
passionate fuck.


      John finished before me, and lay beside Alex, breathing heavy and
sweating.  I pounded Rob to a little pile of very contented bottom boy,
then I hosed him with sperm.  It was most satisfying.  I lay beside him,
then, which put me next to Alex in the middle of the mattress.  He rolled
atop me and kissed me deeply.  Then, he moved over to Rob and climbed atop
him.  Fuck!  My son Alex was going to top the newcomer!  I hadn't seen Alex
on top before (except myself)--like me, he never topped Brack--and I was
fascinated.  No foreplay was necessary, he just slid his cock in and began
hunching.  Rob was clearly glad to entertain another guest, and now, the
size issue was no longer a problem for him.  I watched for several moments,
then turned my attentions to John.  Both of us had just topped-which was to
go for seconds?  I kind of held back, and he took the cue by climbing
aboard for a second fuck.


      His seven inches was a very nice mouthful, but in the ass, it wasn't
much of a threat, after what I was used to.  Still, it was nice to have a
warm, well-built man atop me, and I enjoyed the fuck.  I kept subliminal
track of Alex's activities next to us.  He was having a great time slamming
Rob, and Rob was into it, too. Later, he told us that ours were the two
biggest cocks he'd ever taken.  Alex seeded his partner, and soon after, I
felt John squirt semen into me.  He lay atop me nuzzling my cheek with his
slightly bristly one.


      Now, John had topped twice, and Rob had bottomed twice, while Alex
and I were one and one.  As Alex rolled off of Rob, John pulled himself up
onto his knees, while he leaned down to kiss me and lick at my ear, the way
I love.  Rob rolled up onto his knees, too, and he crawled up behind John's
cute, furry butt.  He slid beneath his flat- mate's feet and slid his cock
up the asshole that presented itself to him.


      John looked up a bit startled, not sure who this was starting to fuck
him.  Perhaps he first thought it was Alex.  But he looked over, and Alex
was still lying there, smiling contentedly.  It had to be Rob!  John smiled
coyly and braced himself for the assault from his friend.  I had a feeling
this would be the first of many close encounters between those two before
they completed their summer beach stint and returned to their respective
colleges.


      Alex, grinning, got up and walked around the foot of the bed to my
side, his eyes laser-locked on mine.  I sat up and let him crawl aboard,
kneeling for me beside John.  Then I mounted him from behind, sliding him
the meat as if we did this all the time, though of course, it was only our
second session.  Both of our dates' eyes widened like saucers.


      "Shit, man.  That's the hottest thing I've ever seen," declared John.


      "Only thing hotter would be if you guys were identical twins," added
Rob.


      But John shook his head.  "I figure nearly all identicals fuck one
another.  Why not, it's like masturbating to them.  But this, man, this is
primo stuff."


      About that time, Rob creamed John's insides, and the two fell apart
to watch intently as I worked Alex's ass.  We gave them a good show, and I
pulled out to jizz Alex's ass just like in the porno flicks--then I pressed
the goo into his hole with my floppy hose.


	They were goggle-eyed.


      Later, John returned Rob's favor by reaming Rob's ass, too.  After
that, about 1:00 A. M., with kisses and raves about what a great time they
had, the two departed for home, since they needed to work that day.  Alex
and I needed to pack, too, as it was our check-out day.  It had been a long
night, a long two weeks actually, and we were ready to go home.


      "I've really loved being here with you, Alex," I began.  "Thank you
for-for everything!  For coming out here with me, for-well, you know--and
for being the greatest son and companion in the world.  I love you!"


      Alex grinned and kissed me.  "And?" he asked.  He knew there was
another comment coming.


      "And, shit, I miss Brack.  O. K., there, I've said it.  Is that
insane?"


      Now he laughed out loud.  "Hell, I miss him, too, Dad!  No, it is not
insane.  I think it's cute that you are getting sweet on Brack.  You two
are a kick together!"


      "Yeah, we're a bundle of laughs.  May and December."


      "No, Dad, really, not that way at all!  Don't go all sensitive on me!
May and July maybe, August at the most!" We both laughed.  "No, you're a
kick because you are like school-kids with your crush on each other.  I
never saw anyone, male or female, so hot for someone.  Look, I don't know
either if it will last or not.  Just go for it, Dad.  Enjoy this moment,
don't waste it.  If it lasts one month even, well, you had that month, a
great month!  And if it keeps going, well, how special is that?  It could
happen!  But only if you let it."


      How did my son get to be so wise, so early?  That didn't come from
his old man, I feared.  Maybe that was his mom talking.


      "Yeah, but how about you?  Where are you with Brack, seriously?"


      "Dad, Brack is the brother I never had, the best friend I ever had,
the only fuck buddy I ever need.  He is truly wonderful and I love him.  I
can't explain it, these things can't be too analyzed.  But I know he is not
my soul-mate.  For us, it's fun, it's passionate, it's extremely
fulfilling, and I'll let him fuck me as often as he wants, as long as it's
O. K. with the two of you, and whoever I do finally settle on.  But it is
not romantic, you know?  Bells ring, sure, with a dick like his they have
to--but no birds sing.  I think you hear the birds, too.  That's the
difference.  And by the way, I'm saving plenty of action for you, too now,
just so you know.  And if Brack walks out on both of us tomorrow, you still
have me, and I hope I always, always have you."


      I was a little teary at that, but I held up.


      "Always."


	We loaded the car and headed home then, arriving in mid-afternoon.
On entering our long driveway, we were pleased, but not too surprised, to
see Barberry grazing contentedly alongside Toulouse and the others in our
pasture.  That meant Brack was there to greet us, and it meant raunchy sex
ahead, we hoped.  I think both of us were pretty excited about showing him
our new tricks, knowing he would be thrilled for us and turned on for
himself.  Sure enough, he was sitting on the front porch waiting.  But
there was something amiss.  He was dressed, for one thing.  As we got
closer, we could see dark circles around his eyes, and a gloomy look.
Brack was not his usual chipper self.


	I parked, and Alex got out, saying, "We missed you, Dude.  You've
been a terrible communicator, Stud, haven't been answering my messages for
days.  What the fuck?"


	Brack waited until I had rounded the fender of the car to answer.


	"My life has turned to shit, that's the fuck."  He didn't cry, and
that made his somber tone almost more ominous.  I felt a pang of fear in my
gut.


	"Let's hear it," I asked.  We sat beside him on the porch steps.


	The shit had hit the fan at Brack's house.  His parents had been
forced to file bankruptcy, and they had split up.  His mother had taken a
small apartment in town, and he was expected to live there with her,
because there was no money for his room and board on his own.  His father
was still in the farm house, but only until the end of the month, when the
bank would take possession.  At that point, he'd be leaving the area
entirely.


	"How about Barberry?"


	"He's safe.  I'm of age, and he's my personal property.  BUT, I'll
have to sell him, because I have no place to keep him, and I can't afford
to board him.  AND, you haven't heard the biggie, yet, concerning me.
Turns out, my dad is not my real father, not biologically.  My mother's
sister, Aunt Sarah, finally spilled the beans.  She got tired of all the
drama, and said I deserved to know the truth.  My real dad is some guy I
don't know, named Riley Morgan, he and my mom had a fling, when the
marriage was not going so well, if it ever did.  Get this, he was a pro
footballer, a tight end of all things.  About the time she got pregnant, he
got traded and evaporated, and since she was married, she just carried on
like I was Dad's.  This Riley guy now lives in San Diego or someplace and
hasn't shown the slightest interest in me.  She says she'll contact him
soon, when things settle down, maybe I can meet him then, if I want to.
But why would I?  Except I'm not sure he even knows about me, so it may not
be all his fault.


	"But anyway, I guess Dad Henderson really knew or suspected, and
maybe that explains why he's been so mean and negligent with me.  I never
really had a dad, and didn't even know it. In that way, I'm glad about
this--now I don't have to pretend anymore, and neither does he.


	"But now, I'm screwed.  We're broke.  I have no car, and live in an
apartment that's smaller than your master suite.  With a mom who's deep in
depression and pissed as hell all the time.  I have no money for fall
tuition, so I can't go to school.  It's too late for a student loan,
now--they didn't even consider that.  Fuck.


	"Oh, and plus--if that isn't enough--me and half the crew got laid
off at work.  I'm out of work just when I need it most."


	"God damn, Brack," I commiserated.  "This is one hell of a shock.
But really, I guess, when you look at it from a distance, not so terribly
out of left field.  You knew already your folks were hard pressed and
unhappy with one another, so now you know part of the reason why.  Plus, I
gotta tell you, I see some blue sky here in all this gloom.  This could be
a good thing for you soon, if we work it right.  Good for us, too."

	"How?  It's a complete fuckin' disaster."

	"First, it's good you're of age.  You can be "emancipated" from
your legal parents, which your dad still is, even though not biological.
You are free to live where you want to, and I don't get the impression your
mother cares all that much, as long as you're safe.  You need an income and
a home, right?  You need stability and security, and you need money for
tuition.  Dude, you got it.  Those things are right here."


	Brack was looking at me intently, a little light beginning to burn
in those blue eyes of his.


	"Alex needs help out at the stable. Where, incidentally, we have an
efficiency apartment, it just hasn't been used for a while.  We can clean
that up for your official residence, but of course, you're welcome and
desired in our bed, as you well know.  We have a spare stall for Barberry.
Look, State is only thirty-five miles away from here.  Lots of guys around
here commute, I used to.  You guys can ride in together, when schedules
permit.  And they have a good many on-line classes, too, more now than when
I did it.  So you'll have an income, perfectly legitimate, as part-time
stable hand, plus room and board, plus no one needs to know where the
tuition comes from.  Plus two men who love you and want you here."


	I was wondering how Alex would feel about the living arrangement,
since he had been intending to live on campus, but I knew we could deal
with that later-I didn't want to assume he'd want to live apart from me and
Brack unless he said so.  If he did, I'd buy Brack a car, too.  They could
not live on campus together, since freshmen were required to live in the
dorm.


	Brack was overwhelmed, and I thought now, he really might cry, but
he didn't.


	"Brad, you're too much, Man.  I couldn't even hope for something
like that.  My own parents would never do that much for me, except, well,
they gave me Barberry for my eighteenth birthday, but I thought that was as
much to get me out of the house as anything.


	"Um-would I be welcome and desired in your bed, like right now?
'Cause I think I really need two men who love and want me right away.  It's
been a desert here without you guys.  I mean I got one nasty blow-job, if
you could call it that, the whole time you were away, and that was it.
Total horror-show aside from that."


	Alex laughed, relieved now that I had put to right a bad situation
so quickly.


	"We got lots more than that.  We'll tell you about it later, if you
want to know."


	"Hell, yeah, I want to know.  Every detail. 'Reality Porn,' Dude."


	"Yeah, well come upstairs, we'll show you Reality Porn."


	We adjourned to our bed for some welcome-home sex.  Brack was as
sexy as ever, but maybe even more tender and sensual than usual.  Alex got
up at one point to visit the toilet, and Brack turned to me and kissed me.


	"Try not to be mad at me, but I need to tell you something.  We can
talk more later, after you think about it.  Brad, I think I'm in love with
you.  No, I am.  It hit me while you were away, even before this shit
happened.  But now, I'm even more sure.  If you don't feel the same way,
don't worry.  I'm not going to get crazy and go psycho on you.  It's just
how I feel."


	"How about Alex?" I needed to check, before letting this go too
far.


	"Oh, fuck.  I love him, too, only different.  I love him like a
brother, but a brother I'm fucking every day.  That is so insane, but
that's what it feels like.  I mean, I really like him a lot, he's the best
friend I have, and I'm totally into him, sexually.  I hope you don't mind
if we keep that arrangement.  But you are not a friend, Brad.  You are not
a father figure.  You are the sexiest, most wonderful, most caring man I
ever knew.  I can't get enough of you, in any way, least of all sexually,
but every other way, too.  Can we just try to be romantic lovers, and see
if we can't make it work?  I know I can! I want you with me, so bad!  I
mean, part of me."


	"We'll talk later, like you say.  But Brack, I do love you.  I knew
that by how much I ached for you while we were away.  Love like
life-partners love? I just don't know, I've come to realize I'm not the
authority on that.  And we have certain issues we need to talk through.
There are obstacles, as you know.  I promise, I'll think about it, and
we'll talk.  Hell, not just talk.  We'll give it a go."


	He kissed me again, and said, "That's all I ask.


	Alex returned and, with a sly smile at me, Brack rolled atop him
and fucked him a second time.  I was overcome with amazement and happiness.
The sheer beauty of their coupling was a joy to behold, the two
magnificent, strong, flawless young bodies molding together so seamlessly
and so joyfully.  My mind roiled with questions and concerns, though.  I
began making my mental list: Brack's parents and parentage, the proposed
living arrangements, Alex, the need for discretion in our relationship, the
coming school year, three or more years of college ahead. Alex was number
one on the list, really.


	But despite the turmoil, I realized something else: I'd never been
happier on the inside.




	TLC



By Kevin Donovan


This story is complete fiction, and it involves sex between teenagers and
between adult males including a father and his adult son.  Nothing sexual
happens between adults and any minor, and all sexual 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


Chapter Six


      Brack had another nut-load for me, after he hosed Alex, and then, his
dick still inserted in my ass, he called his mom to let her know his
whereabouts and also fill her in on my offer of job and lodging. He left
out the tuition for the moment.  We'd have to figure out some way to sugar-
coat that.  She was interested, seemingly relieved.  His mouth was a pretty
deep one to keep filled.


      Alex and I wordlessly agreed, with just a quick wink, that we would
save our shocking new sexual activities for another time.  Brack had had
enough for the moment, and our reunion was quite sufficiently sex-drenched
for us for a while.


      I ordered pizzas that night, and we lay around, watched a movie,
talked, and occasionally fucked or sucked.  Brack engaged in sixty-nine
with both of us between fucks.  It was warm outside, so we went for a swim
late in the evening.  Then, relaxed, we hit the sack together, with no more
sex.


      	In the morning, after breakfast, all of us went to the stable,
where after chores we set to work cleaning the foaling quarters-- a studio
apartment for the stable worker who attended to any sick horse or mares
that might be foaling. We got it clean and presentable for occupancy.


      "We should have done this before we fucked out here, Alex," Brack
commented.


      "We were already dirty anyway, from riding," countered Alex.


      Men, I thought.  Not put off in the least by dirty sex, as long as
they get their nut.


      "You can move in here today, Brack.  You're on the payroll starting
now.  What do you want to do as your first official duty on the job?"


      It was a loaded question.  He raised his eyebrows at me and said,
"Shower first, or fuck dirty?"


      "Dirty."  He took me on the leather sofa.  Then he flung Alex across
the full-size bed and ravished him, too.  It was a great beginning to a new
level of relationship.



* * * * * * *



      Brack took the farm truck to pick up his things and move them into
the stable-master's unit.  I was starting to have mis-givings about that
location for them.  It made it seem like Brack was some sort of peon, a
mere underling, an employee.  Maybe I should have put him in the house,
where we had plenty of room.


      When he came over for lunch, having put away all his belongings, made
the bed, and cared for all the horses, I brought up the subject.  I also
suggested that the farm truck just was not right for knocking about town,
not to mention those times when he'd need to drive to school on his own.  I
should buy him a car, too.


      "No, Brad, definitely no car.  The truck is great for my image.
Perfect.  And it doesn't invite speculation about our relationship, like a
car would.  And the stable room is better, too.  It will prevent any idle
gossip on that score.  In fact, I'm going to have guys over tomorrow to
show them my digs, and start the right kind of talk going from the
beginning.  Of course, I'll still be staying over at the house most of the
time, really.  And your ass is not off the hook.  Right after lunch, even?"


      So we went upstairs for a long session of Sunday-afternoon sex.
After several ejaculations each, we just lay around naked, talking
occasionally and sometimes even napping, enjoying the day.  I was beginning
to notice things differently, though.  I know I kept staring at both Brack
and Alex in turns.  Both young men were just outstanding male specimens,
damn near perfect.  I noticed Brack's eyes in a new way, not just their
sexual fire, but also the sensitivity of them, too, and those long, fawn
eye-lashes.  His nose belonged on a sculpt of a Roman general or a Greek
god.  But his lips--they were just incredibly shaped for expression and
sexy poses.  No wonder the girls swarmed him like flies on cow-plop.  He
caught me looking, too, and just smiled back at me.  For one thing, Brack
did not mind being stared at--he took it for the compliment it is.  For
another, he was onto me enough to know what I was thinking.  I was
reconsidering him as more than a stud hoss, but as a potential life mate.
He gave me that smoldering bedroom look and licked his lips.  I grinned
back, also onto him and knowing exactly what he was up to, too.


      I switched over and stared at Alex for a while, and Brack joined me.
Alex's hair, honey- colored, was at the perfect length for bed-head
nonchalance.  He had a couple of very sexy greenish eyes to flash, too, and
they did shine, whether with anger (rarely) or with lust (daily) or with
joy (almost constantly).  His shoulders had expanded, almost without my
notice, to Tarzanic proportions.  His narrow waist rippled with washboards.
He had a mouth-watering treasure trail, leading to a swath of light brown
hairs from nipple to nipple.  He always managed to look like he shaved two
days ago, but it was never actually two days ago.  Alex's wide mouth and
perfect teeth, which cost his mom and me the equivalent of a college
scholarship for the orthodontist's middle child, dazzled and were worth
every penny.  He caught the two of us ogling.


      "What?"


      "Nothin', handsome," responded Brack.  "I just have an announcement
to make, after watching you for a few minutes, and having both of you away
for two weeks.  Just among us, in case there has been any doubt, I am
definitely gay.  I'm not just boffing your asses out of pity or
desperation, guys.  I crave 'em.  I'm an ass-fuckin', cock-suckin',
man-lovin', butt-lickin', crotch- watchin', all-American fag."


      "And you are incredibly beautiful." I added.  "If I were not already
gay, you'd turn me.  Well, both of you would."


      "Oh.  Well, I'm glad we cleared that up, guys.  You two are pretty
hot yourselves, but then I think you are already quite well aware of that
fact."


      On Monday, at lunch, as the three of us downed fresh cheeseburgers
off the grill, Alex waved his phone and said, "Dad, Jim Packard called
awhile ago.  A bunch of my buds are going to the amusement park tomorrow
for the day, one last time before we all split for different schools.  Only
three are going to State with me.  Anyhow, I thought I'd go if you don't
object."


      "No, sure, go."  I looked questioningly between him and Brack.


      "Oh, I asked Brack.  I know the guys would be glad to include him.
But he says he wants to stay here."


      My eyebrows lifted a tad.  Brack was up to something, no doubt.  I
didn't have long to wait him out.


      "If you're free tomorrow, Brad, I thought you might like to go with
me to that music festival over in Oakdale.  That's far enough away, there
ought not to be many people from here to see us.  It sounds like a fun day,
all kinds of music groups and other stuff, too."


      "Brack, it does sound fun.  I'd like it.  But remember, if it sounds
good to us, there could be some others from around here who might think the
same thing.  We could be seen out together.  We have to be prepared for
that."


      "Well, shit, Brad, it isn't as if we'd be fucking on the stage or
anything.  Promise not to kiss me or grope my package in public, and I
think we're in good shape."


      I laughed.  "I'm not sure I can do that."


      "I hope not, really, but do it when we're out of sight, O. K.?  And
I'll grope and kiss you back."


      Alex was bemused.  "Damn, Dad.  You're going on a date, a real date,
with Brack.  That is awesome!  You haven't had a date since before I was
born!"


      "Considering my age when you were born, I've had precious few even
before then."


      So early next morning, Alex set out to meet his buds for their trek
to the park, and shortly after, Brack and I left for the music festival.
It was a glorious day, and we had a wonderful time.  Both of us enjoyed a
variety of different musical styles and groups, and we were in more
agreement than I expected on which ones were worth listening to.  We ate
barbecue and coleslaw for lunch, had cotton candy and corn dogs in the
afternoon, and had a wonderful time of it.


      Only one event slightly marred the day.  We saw just one couple from
our neighborhood, and of all people, it was the Neals.  Edna Neal, local
crone and busybody, was the biggest gossip in the county and anything she
knew or thought she knew would be all over the Baptist Church by nightfall,
and from there to the rest of the community within twenty-four hours.


      "Why, Brad--and Brack-what a surprise running into you two here
together!  Goodness, where is Alex, out getting all of you hot dogs?" she
crooned.


      "No, Mrs. Neal, Alex is with some school friends at Six Flags.  Brack
and I decided to come ahead on our own."  That sounded terrible, and I knew
it was unsatisfactory the moment it slipped out of my mouth.  But Brack was
ready.


      "Mrs. Neal," he intoned seriously, "You may not have heard--my
parents lost their home and property to the bank recently."  We could tell
by her expression that Mrs. Neal HAD heard, but only as gossip, and she was
taken aback to hear Brack just come out with the news unvarnished like
that.  As free as she was with reports of other people's troubles, she'd
have taken a whipping before she would acknowledge any problem of her own.
But she shook her head negatively, trying to look surprised and saddened.
"And they split up," Brack continued, as if she were a dear friend.  "And I
lost my summer job, too.  It was a pretty bad week, I can tell you.  But
Mr. Mick offered me work at his stable and even gave me that stable-hand
room to stay in.  Isn't that great?  My mom is so relieved.  What a load
off her mind at such a time!"


      "So we're giving the horses a rest today, and taking a break
ourselves to try to hear some good music." I concluded.  With any luck,
Edna would concentrate on Brack's bad luck rather than the incongruity of
seeing us together.  We wished the Neals a pleasant afternoon and hustled
off to a country music set neither of us really wanted to hear in order to
get away from them.  It was a disconcerting experience.


      After a long silence, as we exited the cowboy band's area, Brack
said, "O. K., this is it.  We have to get over the secrecy eventually.
We've got to learn not to care what other people think, and just be honest.
I'm coming out to my parents this weekend, and that's that."


      "Yeah, and who are you going to say you've been seeing, me or Alex?"


      "Neither.  Let one shoe drop at a time.  In a couple of weeks, I'll
say you and I are dating, and not mention Alex.  That way, I get right to
the big crisis and get it over with.  Dad will have already stopped
speaking to me just because I'm gay.  It's only Mom who'll freak because of
the age thing.  But I only have to remind her of how I got into this world,
and that will shut her up, too.  She'll come around, once she sees how good
we are together."


      I only hoped it could be so easy.  But the bottom line was, we had a
great time together.  We didn't feel like two generations of men out
together.  We felt like lovers, whose ages were irrelevant.


      Since all of us came in late that night, and Alex quite late, we took
it easy on the sex, although, of course, Brack had to at least suck me off
and fuck my ass before settling down for sleep.  Around three, I awoke to
see Brack's sexy ass going up and down atop Alex's buttocks.  My son was
getting his 'welcome home' fuck, though later, he confessed that actually
Aaron had fucked him surreptitiously in the back of Adam Handley's mother's
mini-van while the rest of the boys, except Adam, slept on the way home.
It was the next day, after sleeping late and getting stable duties out of
the way, that we finally let Brack in on our little sexual secret.  Brack
sprawled onto the corner segment of the sectional sofa in the family room
and beckoned me over to suck on his hard dick.  I, of course, was happy to
oblige, and bent to work on his rig.  That left my ass in the air, my legs
spread, and Alex knelt behind me and began to eat out my hole.  Brack was
distracted by the very pleasurable sensations of my knob-gobbling at his
door knocker, but after a moment, he opened an eye and noticed Alex's
heretofore off-limits behavior.  He squinted, seemed about to say
something, then thought better of it and just watched as Alex slurped my
puss.  Then, when Alex stood and began to work his prow up my stern, Brack
gaped.


      "Holy fuck!  He's fucking his dad!  I can't believe it, you're
letting Alex fuck your ass now!  When did this shit happen?"


      Alex grinned.  "At the beach.  You should'a come with us."


      "Fuck.  I can't believe I missed that!  But no, I'm glad you had that
experience on your own.  Still, I get to watch now, and that is so cool!"


      Alex by this time was drilling relentlessly into my colon, and Brack
watched every stroke earnestly.  In just minutes, he spewed his load into
my mouth, much more quickly than he usually would have.  The eye candy of
Alex fucking his dad was more than his testicles could resist.  I enjoyed
my snack and cleaned up his rod, while Alex came to his own climax at the
back door.  He was loving showing off to Brack, too, and he spermed my ass
pretty quickly, too.


      "Hey, how does a guy get a fuck lasting more than five minutes around
here?"  I asked.


      "Give me five minutes, and I'll show you," growled Brack.


      Soon, he was behind me poking his prod in where Alex's had blazed the
trail, and in less than ten minutes, he sent in a shot of his own cum to
join Alex's.


      "Shit, that was too quick.  I'll have to try again in a couple of
minutes."


      "After me," challenged Alex.


      So the competition was on.  Brack and Alex vied with one another for
who could spend the longest time hunching my ass, but the problem was, they
turned one another on so, and were turned on so much by my ass, that
neither could go as long as usual before ejaculating.  I made them take a
bit of a breather while I fucked Alex, missionary style, with Brack
watching, fascinated.  He almost lost another load just from the visuals.


      "Next, Brack, it's high time for you to give up your ass to us.
You'll love it.  It gives you double the opportunity for great sex if you
take it as well as give it."


      "Not me, Baby.  Strictly one-way, exit only here, Bud.  I give, you
receive.  Besides, I have plenty to give, and you guys now have each other
to pork, so you don't need my skanky ass."


      "Stick your skanky ass over here and let me eat it out," I
interrupted, and Brack did so.  Meanwhile Alex fucked his daddy one more
time as Brack groaned with lust and pleasure.  Our three way had just
gotten triply interesting for all of us.


      For the remaining days of summer, our nightly couplings were more
varied, more creative, and more rewarding than ever, with much greater
variety of penetrations possible.


      * * * * * * * *


      In due course, the school year opened, and the boys were away much of
the day.  They were able to adjust some classes to match up schedules
better, so that they could make the drive together, using their slack time
to work on class projects or in the library to study.  That meant that,
when they came home in the evening, they were usually free to be with
me-and I was definitely ready for them, with a home-cooked dinner after a
day's work of my own.


      It soon came out that Alex was doing a bit more than classwork at the
college.  A couple of weeks into the term, he had an announcement at
dinner.


      "Guys, I have plans this Friday night.  Thought you should know. And
maybe, I hope, Saturday, too.  I might not be in all weekend."


      Brack gave me a knowing look, and I laughed out loud.  His expression
was more parental-looking than my own.


      "That Kevin guy," he stated.  "You had your heads together at the
library."


      Alex smiled innocently.  "Hot, huh."


      Brack gave a wry look of agreement.  "Yeah, but
Dude...he's...he's...." he began to sputter, not knowing how to end the
sentence.


      "A grad student. Yeah, so?"  He didn't have to finish his defense,
and I knew exactly why Brack was sputtering.  Age difference was a
difficult case to argue for him.


      "So how'd you meet this Kevin?" I asked, changing the subject.


      "Lab.  He's the grad assistant to the prof, and he helps run the
labs."


      "Are you allowed--I mean, is he allowed to see a student outside of
class?"


      "Not really.  We'll have to be discreet--hell, I'm used to that, huh.
Helps that neither of us is out publicly there.  In fact, Kevin just broke
up with a girl-friend, long-term thing.  And, I suppose, he is unable to
resist my considerable boyish charms."  Alex laughed, revealing those
charms along with his perfect teeth.


      "I know that story," commented Brack.


      I sighed.  "Yeah, me, too."


      "We're going to a movie in another town, maybe even out here, so we
won't be seen in Oxmoor.  Then, I guess, back to his place-if he invites
me."


      "Well, Alex, you know you could invite him here.  I'd like it better,
really.  Safer, from my point of view.  We can butt out, you know." I
glanced at Brack.


      "Yeah, Babe, we'll be kind of busy ourselves.  We can TRY to be
quiet, I guess."


      "We'll see how it goes.  Let's not buy wedding tuxes, OK?  It's just
a date.  One date."


      I agreed, but found myself strangely energized by the whole thing.
It might mean an end to my sexual relationship with my son, but I wanted
him to be happy, and I had some concerns about him being the odd man out
with me and Brack getting more serious together.  Brack, though hesitant at
first in true, step-father fashion, seemed to be warming up to the idea,
too.  I brought it up while the two of us were alone in the shower.


      "How do you feel, really, about Alex seeing this Kevin?  Maybe even
having sex."


      He kissed me.  "Don't worry, I won't thrash the guy.  Am I jealous?
Honestly?  I guess a little.  I do really love Alex, and I guess I have
come to think of his cute ass as mine, well, ours, it turns out.  I'm a
natural polygamist, Brad, you know that.  But, shit.  I'm a big boy, I can
share."  He got a glint in his eye.  "Also, 'this Kevin' is seriously
good-looking, Lover.  I mean, triple-A top quality.  The boy has taste.
Wait 'til you see.  So I figure, maybe I can get into his ass, too.  Always
looking out for Cock Number One, you know."


      I grinned and kissed him back.


      "Just save enough for me, too."


      "I tried fantasizing about Kevin last night while I was fucking you,
Brad.  But it didn't work.  Kevin kept turning into you in my mind.  Like I
said, he's a very hot dude-but you're hotter.  And you're MY man."


      Alex entered to find us hugging tightly, the water sluicing over our
entwined bodies.


      "See why I was a little reluctant to bring Kevin out here?" he asked.
"How can I possibly prepare him for this shit?"


      "Keep him in your room until you think he can stand the shock.  Then,
by all means, bring him in.  This shower is plenty big for four very close
friends."  Brack reached out and drew Alex into our hug.  Damn, it felt
good, being embraced on each side by the strong, brawny arms of these two
men I loved so much.  Alex gave each of us a good-humored kiss.


      Well, I thought-I guess I don't have to worry about how Brack is
taking this.


      Friday evening came, and Brack arrived at the farm alone.  Alex would
be coming in later, if at all.  The two of us watched a movie at home,
fearful of going to the cinema nearby, where the two first-daters would
probably be.  We adjourned to our big bed upstairs for a night of sex,
almost like date-sex for us, too, since it was just the two of us, but we
both had ears cocked for sounds of Alex's arrival.


      Brack had me on hands and knees while he stood at the foot of the
bed, ramming my ass deeply, when we heard a pick-up truck coming up the
driveway.  It was early still, barely eleven.


       Brack laughed.  "Well, of course he drives a pick-up, what else?"
He kept up his pace, but listening hindered his concentration and postponed
his orgasm indefinitely.  Fine by me, I enjoyed the deep hammering only a
man-size cock like Brack's could give, and I was listening, too.  We had
decently closed our door in anticipation of this arrival, so we just kept
fucking.  Brack's sweat dripped onto the base of my spine.


      We heard light footsteps and some giggles on the stairwell and the
hallway outside.


      "The light's on," I heard a deep, male voice say softly.


      "Sure, no sweat, like I told you," answered Alex's voice.  "He knows
we might come in.  He's totally cool.  Come on."


      There was a sharp rap at the bedroom door, and Alex's voice called
out louder, "Hi, Dad, hi, Brack.  It's just us.  See you in the morning."
The steps proceeded down the hallway to Alex's room.  We never heard any
more from that end of the hall.


      Brack fucked me half to death, though.  He rolled me onto my side
and, still standing at the foot of the bed, slammed me repeatedly and
forcefully.  He came, but that hardly slowed him down.  He flipped my leg
over, rolling me onto my back, legs up over his shoulders, and he jack-
hammered me that way for a while.  Then, he scooted me up the bed, rolled
my feet over my head to the headboard, and fucked down on me from above,
his heavy scrotum slapping against my tailbone.  Next, I was face-down,
while he lay atop me, drilling my butt, forcing my feet apart, then
together, then apart again as he sought more, or less, friction.  He came
again that way, and rested atop my sweat-slicked backside for a while.


      I think I dozed off for some time, with Brack's heavy, hot weight
lying on me, his enormous, hard cock shoved up my ass.  I had learned to
sleep very well that way!  I was dimly aware of him reaching over to turn
off the bedside lamp, giving his pelvis a couple of pushes to re-settle his
dick in my gut, and then we both went back to sleep, Brack's warm breath
bathing my cheek agreeably.


      When I woke, I still lay on my stomach, but Brack had slid off beside
me.  One muscular thigh lay between mine, and his slime-crusted dick, still
hard, or again hard, poked up over the crease of my butt-cheek.  What had
awakened me was the bedroom door opening quietly.  It was Alex, alone.  He
grinned and sat on the edge of the bed as I peeked at him groggily through
one open eye.  His hand involuntarily stroked Brack's buttock.


      "Don't mean to wake you," he began.  "Just wanted to tell you, if you
were awake, everything's cool down the hall.  Better than cool.
Wonderful."  He kissed me on the cheek.  "We're going down to the stable to
check the horses.  Kevin can't wait.  He's totally horsy, like the rest of
us.  Brack can stay here with you, we'll handle it.  And-don't bother to
dress.  Kevin is thrilled to hear we go naked here.  He can't wait to meet
you.  And wait til you see-he has every reason to want to run around naked
in front of people."


      "EVERY reason?" I mumbled between pillow-smushed lips.


      "Yup.  Every single one.  You'll see."


      I nodded.  "We'll have breakfast ready in an hour.


      My son slipped quietly out the door.  I felt Brack's dry lips
nuzzling the back of my neck, and I knew I was probably in for another
episode of heavy rutting.  The thought of Alex being with another man was
turning him on big time, even though he himself had no part in it.


      "One more time?" he whispered hoarsely.


      "You'll be packin' fudge."


      "Doan care."


      Brack rolled back atop me and thrust his rod into my colon again,
using the ample slickness still resident inside me to ease his way.  He
pistoned me smoothly until he got his morning nut.  After all the abuse
he'd given me during the night, it still felt great.  In fact, I'd never
once, in these several months we'd been together, regretted even for a
moment having his big cock inside my ass, where it seemed it usually was.
Being available to my stud was becoming a point of purpose for me, a truly
meaningful way of living.


      "Now the shower," my lover announced, heaving himself off of my
strong frame.


      "I sure am lucky to be a pretty big guy," I said, following him,
"otherwise, I'd have been crushed to death under you long ago."


      "You want me off of you?"  He was teasing, of course.


      "I want you on me, Brack.  All the time."


      We enjoyed a sensual, affectionate mutual shower together, and then
we went down to get bacon to frying and potatoes shredded.


      "Should we dress?" Brack asked as we descended.


      I shook my head.  "Nope.  Alex has Kevin in uniform already, and
apparently, he's not shy."


      "That figures.  I don't know if I should tell you now or wait and let
you see for yourself," Brack said hesitantly.


      "Well, now, I guess you better tell me now."


      "I don't want it to be a shock or anything.  So--the thing is--I
think I know what Alex sees in this Kevin dude.  One thing, anyway."


      "So out with it, Herr Freud.  What?"


      "You.  He sees you.  Though he may not know it consciously.  But
Kevin looks a hell of a lot like you."


      "Shit, that's more Freudian than I expected.  No kidding?  Is it
obvious?"


      "See for yourself, but I'm telling you, that's the first thing I
noticed when he came in the library the other day."


      "How good-looking and sexy the guy was?"  I couldn't help but tease.


      "Exactly," he played right along.  "And also why he looked so damn
good.  Because he looks like you!"


      We bustled about together like old dance partners, and soon we had
coffee made, bacon and potatoes crisped to perfection, gravy bubbling,
biscuits almost ready to come out of the oven, and eggs ready to go into
the skillet.  We heard manly snickering and scuffling at the doorway, and a
startlingly handsome young man stuck his head and a bare shoulder in,
grinning.  There was jostling going on behind him, and suddenly, his whole
naked body came hurtling in, pushed from behind by Alex, who followed him
inside.  Both boys were laughing.


      "I had the same reaction my first time here," said Brack.  "Not sure
if the asshole was playing a mean joke or what."


      "I was just checking," agreed Kevin.  "Coming into the family home
naked on a first date is a pretty big entrance."


      Alex laughed.  "He really came in naked last night.  Clothes are in
the truck.  We had 'em off before we left the town limit."


      "Around here, it's amazingly normal.  Good morning, I'm Brad." I
offered my hand.  "And I think you already know my boyfriend, Brack."


      Did I say that out loud?  It was a first.  As he leaned forward with
hand extended, Brack flicked a glance at me, amused and somehow triumphant.
Alex gave me a quick wink, too.  They'd noticed, alright.  But Kevin was
shaking hands, making eye contact, being the new guy.


      "Well, I saw him once, over at the library.  But not to meet,
really."  He grasped Brack's outstretched hand firmly.


      I took the opportunity to give Kevin's whole body a quick scan.  Oh.
My.  God.  I immediately grasped exactly what Alex meant by what he said
earlier that morning.  The guy was absolute physical perfection.  Six feet
tall, with lanky dark hair, just a fair amount of body hair, mostly
centered between the pecs and on the legs and ass, very well-muscled torso
and limbs, though not at all bulky, sleek all-over tanned skin, and-the
piece de resistance-a donkey dick rivaling (but not surpassing) Brack's.
It was thick, meaty, and cut.  Alex noted the direction of my glance and
grinned at me.  I winked.


      I turned my attention to cracking eggs into the skillet.  When I
turned again, Brack was pouring up a couple of extra coffees, and Alex and
Kevin were nose to nose, embracing and smiling into each other's eyes.
Brack and I exchanged glances.  This looked serious, but what could we say?
The man looked, and seemed, very impressive.


      And it turned out, he was--is--from the very beginning.  Since Brack,
he was the most confident, relaxed, good-natured guy I had met, completely
at ease with his body and his sexuality, aware of his physical blessings
and proud of them, yet humble and self-effacing, too, in a charming way.
He stayed for the weekend, and none of us ever put on a stitch.


      After breakfast, which he devoured with gusto and complimented
generously, all of us went back to the stable to exercise the horses.  I
even took Mayfair around the ring, for the first time in over a year:
luckily, Alex had kept him in pretty good shape for me, and the horse
seemed pleased to be doing what he enjoyed again.  Brack demonstrated that
he was making great progress training Barberry, and we put Kevin on
Commander, with whom he appeared to have an instant rapport.  Later, we
rode around the property together for an hour, returning dry- throated and
sun-baked to the pool shower, and then into the pool itself for a cooling
dip.


      Lunch was "make your own" sandwiches and sweet tea, after which Alex
and Kevin discretely adjourned to Alex's old room for some, er, "nap time."
Brack just took me by the hand and led me upstairs to our bed behind them.
If there was any fucking going on in the house, he was going to be in on
it.


      Our afternoon sex was casual and languid, though, and most enjoyable.
There was none of the competitive frenzy of the night before.  Brack seemed
to be settling into the new reality that Alex also had a romantic interest
now, and that was fair as could be, since Brack and I were heading that
direction also.


      By the time Kevin departed on Sunday afternoon, all of us had become
good friends.  Alex, always a cheerful and positive sort of guy, had tapped
into a deep well of contentment, also, that I loved seeing in him.  Brack
commented on it, too.  Yet, Sunday night, when we went to bed, without a
word, Alex was right there with us, and I had hardly settled down
comfortably before he settled his head on my crotch and started sucking and
licking.  His body extended across the bed, and Brack arranged himself with
head at Alex's cock and cock at my mouth, so that we made a three-way daisy
chain.  Before any of us came, Alex swiveled and began to slick up my ass
for a father-son fuck.


      "I fucked Kevin," he explained.  "But it just seems to have made me
hornier!  I still need my daddy-lovin'."


      So Alex fucked me first, with Brack watching and occasionally
stroking Alex's sleek backside, and then when he finished, Brack climbed
aboard and continued the breeding.  Later, Brack spermed Alex as well, and
we finished with a three-way, me fucking Alex, Brack fucking me.  Things
changed, things stayed the same.




to be continued.


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