Date: Thu, 04 Sep 2003 22:35:16 +0000
From: wadewright@att.net
Subject: The Two Sons

			       The Two Sons

			      By Wade Wright

	Getting home from work, quite a lot earlier than usual, Patrick
started tying to find someone in the house to tell them he had gotten off
work early due to the downpour, and that he was home.
	He knew damn well that at least his two sons were there.  Both of
their cars were parked outside, and each one of them had his own apartment.
And he simply knew they never went anywhere without their cars, even if
they were headed for the same place.  He knew they needed to be around
there someplace!  They each needed the security of their individual
independence, and having their respective cars standing by, was a very big
part of that security.  He knew that if the cars were there, then so were
they, someplace!
	Patrick was a grand looking specimun of a man that worked in
construction.  One glance at him, and everybody quickly knew he certainly
was not a desk jockey.  At age 44, standing right at 6'2" and being all
muscles making up his 205 or 210 pounds made him the admiration of
everybody that had the great chance to meet him, or even just get a good
look at him.
	Patrick's body build had to be much more a natural build, as
opposed to him working out a lot, since Tim, his 22 year old son, and Gary,
the 21 year old son were built almost identical to him.
	Tim's built kind of made sense since he did work out at the local
gym, but Gary apparently decided that pushing that much dead weight was
just not his bag.  But, with the natural body that he possessed, why lift
weights anyway?  Ninety five percent of the guys walking the face of the
earth would love to look like him, especially when he is at the pool and he
has his Speedos on, and his body shinning silver from the water covering
him.  Of course the big firm basket that he always shows when he is wearing
the Speedos is always a goodie, for anybody that gets a glimps of it.
	Patrick walked through the first floor of the house, looked out to
the backyard, opened the side door to the patio, even opened the basement
door only to discover that it was completely dark down there, and to
discover that he could not find the guys!  He then headed upstairs to the
second floor.
	Patrick checked all three bedrooms, the bathrooms, the "office
room", and then stood in the hallway in bewilderment that he could not find
the sons.  "The cars are here, they have to be here, somewhere!"  Patrick
told himself.
	Patrick then went back downstairs and once again stood in the
middle of the living room in bewilderment of confusion.  "Where in the hell
are they?" he pondered.
	Just as he turned to head for the kitchen to find something to eat
and drink, he heard a very peculiar noise.  Stopping and listening again,
he again heard it and it sounded like it might be, perhaps, coming from the
garage.
	As he headed in the direction of the garage, he started walking
very slowly and very quietly due to the fact that he continued to hear that
funny sound, and he realized that it was something out of the ordinary.
	The sound was a human sound, but of a rather weird nature.  Not out
and out talking, but non-the-less, a voice sound.  Quite muffled and
restrained.
	He approached the garage door very quietly and very softly.
Without being in sight of the actual garage interior, he stopped and
listened.
	Patrick rather cocked his head toward the door to listen more
closely.  "That kind of sounds like Gary, I think!"  He thought to
himself. "But if that is him, something sounds wrong.  He is not really
talking, sounds like he is gagged!"
	Being very, very patient, Patrick did not allow his body to appear
in the doorway.  He wanted to know more about why Gary was sounding so
weird before he went in, just in-case he needed to be ready to fight some
intruder off or something, whatever.  He knew his thinking was turning kind
of weird, but he had never heard Gary sound anything like that before!
	Patrick realized that if he could get himself in position just
right, he would be able to see some reflection in the kitchen/garage door
window.  He was hopeing that he would be able to see enough to know if
there was somebody in there that was not supposed to be there.
	As he managed to get in the right position, he actually went into a
complete state of shock!
	Tim was down on the floor, and he was fucking his kid brother!  His
two sons were spread out on the garage floor, on top of an old carpet, and
Tim was using his younger brother's ass, and it looked like he was fucking
the hell out of that ass.  He was using it to his complete pleasure.
	"Oh shit!"  Patrick,-- of course,-- thought!  "Oh Shit man!  God,
Tim is fucking Gary's ass.  He is on Gary's butt and is fucking the hell
out of it!  Shit man, I have got a couple of gay sons?  One of my sons is
fucking the ass of the other one!  And he is pounding the hell out of it!
What in the hell do I do now?"
	Patrick did not rush out to the garage to put a stop to this rather
'foolishness'.  He tried to regain his composure, so that he did not
confront his sons in an angry manner.  He started thinking back to a
conversation that he had been involved in a few years ago when one of his
co-workers discovered that his son was gay.  He remembered how that worker,
George, had told him that the worst damn thing that he could do, and
exactly what he did do, was to get mad and make acquisitions of what a low
life his son was.  He lost his son over that one very stupid and out of
control statement.  His co-worker was now a very firm supporter of talking
to other parents of gays and lesbians to let them know their child needs
support, and not stupid screaming, as he had so expensively done!
	As he attempted to gather his thoughts, as mixed up as they were
right now, Patrick did know that he had to let the boys know he was there,
that he knew what was going on, and -hey---that he does not have any
intention to tell them how to live their lives.  He simply had to come face
to face with both of them.  There was no way that he could disappear from
the house.  The fact that they had not heard him come home, probably
because of the storm outside, was one thing, but for him to try and leave
now, he simply knew that would not work.
	Through the slight reflection in the window, he continued to watch
as much as he could see.  Tim continued to fuck his little brother's ass,
well, little brother, yea, but one that was only about 13 months younger
than himself.  Patrick continued to watch very silently.
	He heard Gary beg for Tim to fuck him faster.  "Tim, damn it!  Fuck
me and get your rocks off, man!  We have got to get out of here or we could
get caught.  Fuck me rougher man!  Do me.! I want you to suck on me some
before we get done, so hurry up back there."
	Patrick could see that Tim took instruction very well.  All of a
sudden he started using his brother's ass hole for all it was worth.  In
fact, he did get so fast and rough, that at one time Gary let out a low
scream of pain.
	"Well shit man!"  Time told him.  "You begged for me to really get
to you, man!  Do you want a rough fucking or not?"
	Gary apologized for kind of screaming and told his older brother
that he was right.  He had asked for it good and rough.  He then thanked
him for what he was getting, and what was was being done, "back there".
	"Oh God, Gary!  Oh shit,-- lay still man, I am going to cum!  Hell
man!  Shit man!  I am cumin brother, I am cumin!  Oh God Gary, you just got
it again!  What?  Once a day, every day for a whole week now?  Shit man, I
can only hope that you are able to shit out some of that cum I am leaving
up in there every day!  Brother, if you don't, you are going to be
overflowing with cum wads up in your ass!"
	As Gary relaxed and spread his arms out to completely relax his
very used body, he told his older brother, "Hey man.  Every time I have
taken a shit lately I look to see what I have dumped, and yea dear Tim,
part of you goes down the ole commode every time.  I just kind of look at
it, and silently figure, well there goes another possible niece or nephew!"
	"Oh shit man.  You are crazy, man.  Here, if you want your nice
little young dicky sucked on before we shower, turn over and let me have
it.  With that statement, Tim bulled his rod out of his brother's ass, and
Patrick had his very first glance of the very manly dick that his older son
had grown.  As he admired the maturity of it, Patrick remembered the days
of his little Timmy having such a little tinny pee pee, and he remembered
how back in those days he would simply think, "Well, someday, it will get
bigger".  Little did he realize just how damn big it would get.  This had
become quite a surprise to him.  "Shit man!  Hell, I think his is bigger
than mine now!  Shit man!  A Daddy's is always supposed to be the biggest."
	As Tim pulled out and rather slid down some to get his face in the
right position, Gary flipped over, and Patrick then had another shock.
"God man!"  Patrick wanted to scream!  "Shit man!  Even my little boy is
hanging more than I do!  Shit man, this is not right!"
	Gary allowed his raging hard-on to fly upward and Tim immediately
took it into his mouth with as much gusto as he had just used in fucking
his brother's ass.
	As Tim went down, Gary told him, "Well shit man!  If you are going
to suck me, then for God sakes, suck on it.  Swallow it man!  Shit Tim, you
did it better four years ago when you were just learning how to do it.
Suck it man!  Put it down your throat!"
	"Shut the hell up!"  Tim rather quickly and firmly said when he
pulled off of it for just a moment.  "Damn, hell yes I probably did do
better back then.  Your damn dick has gotten bigger and bigger, and if you
don't quit using that damn vacuum pump on it, I may not be able to get it
in my throat at all."
	"Yea, but damn Tim!  That pump makes my dick feel so damn good.
Since I started using it on my dick right before you chew on it, man, I
really like the feel of my dick being as big as possible.  It really makes
it feel all stretched out and really full.  You know damn well you like
sucking on me after I've used that pump, so shut the hell up and suck!
We've got to get out of here.  I told you earlier that we needed to use one
of our apartments.  But,-- Oh no!  You wanted the excitement of getting
dangerous and doing it here, knowing damn well that we could possibly get
caught.  You know man, it is going to happen someday!  We are just plain
playing in way too many dangerous places.  You wanting to fuck in the
shopping center parking lot the other night was just too damn close to too
many people that could have come over by the car!  You always wanting
something more thrilling and dangerous, is going to get us in trouble some
day.  If that cop had swung that spot light of his around just a little
father last Wednesday night, we would both have been wearing black and
white strips for awhile.  But, at least you would have had a good big
selection of dick that you could pick from while in there."
	All of sudden Patrick was learning a whole lot about his two sons
that he simply would never have dreamed of.  "Four years ago".  That
statement kept going through his head.  "They have been doing this for at
least four years?  Shit man!  That means they were doing this stuff while
we all talked about George and his son, and how he screwed that all up."
	God, ----how do I let these guys know I am here?"  Patrick pondered
to himself, as he suddenly realized that he had been unconsciously pushing
his own cock back down, to get it back in place.  He actually looked down
at it as if in unbelieving what was actually happening.  He had a hard-on!
"Shit man!  I'm getting hard!  Man, is this getting me excited or what?
Shit man!  I never thought I'd ever get a hard-on by thinking about two
guys sucking and fucking each other, especially my own two boys!"
	"Hang on Tim!  Get your throat ready man!  I'm getting close, real
close!  I'm about ready to give you back some of your own cum, man.  It's
been re-processed from earlier this week.  So if it taste like crap,
remember you are the one that gave it to me originally!  Shit, here it
comes!  Tim, push your face down on me!  Take it man, take my juice!  Yea,
man, yea!  Bite my dick man!  Yea, let me feel your teeth, man!  Yea--Oh
shit man!  That feels so damn good!"
	"I've got to let them know I am here!  Oh Shit man!  Oh God, what
do I do?  Well---I've got to stay cool, I 'v got to remember everything
that George told me.  Here I go!"
	"Hey guys, how you doing?"  Patrick asked his two very, very,
shocked naked sons, as he entered the garage.  Gary was still on his back
on the floor, and Tim was in the process of wiping his brother's cum from
the sides of his mouth.  "Don't freak out guys!  Everything is cool.
Yea,---I'm kind of in shock, but hey, at least now I know what you guys
have been keeping from me, don't I?"
	"Oh God, Dad!  How long have you been here?"  Tim asked.  Looking
first, his Dad and then at Gary, he continued, "Oh shit, man!  Oh God!
Shit, when did you get here?"
	"Well just let me say that I now know that your younger brother
loves to have you fucking his ass, you personally use a lot of energy when
you are on top of him, and that you used to be a better cock sucker than
you are now!  Oh, that reminds me, Gary, that vacuum thing you talked
about, you've got one of those?  It works I guess!  I've heard about those
things, but of course I never used one, maybe I can try yours if you don't
mind letting your old man see how it feels.  I kind of guess, that to you
at least, it feels pretty good, right?"
	Gary was still on the floor, but had definitely lost his hard-on.
Looking up at Tim he said, "See damn it!  Damn it man, I told you that if
we kept up doing this fucking in funny places, we were going to get caught.
Shit Dad!  I kept tell Tim that we were going to get caught!  He keeps
wanting to do it in places where we could get caught."
	"Hey guys.  I know you are both going to think this is pretty
weird, I know you are expecting me to scream and holler at both of you, but
I do remember what happened to George when he screamed at his son, and I've
learned a lot from that.  Hey guys, I guess I do have to admit, just so
that both of you do understand that I am not all freaked out over this,
that when I was in the kitchen and could hear you two fucking and sucking
on each other, I realized all of a sudden that I had actually gotten a
hard-on too.  Hey, I've never been with a guy before, but hell, ---maybe
there is stuff in life that I just haven't taken advantage of yet.  I guess
I have to admit that maybe the idea of having that kind of sex activity
just might be new and exciting!  Are you guys willing to teach your old man
some new stuff?"
	"Oh God, Dad, do you really mean that?"  Tim asked.  "Shit man we
have joked around before about the fun we could be having if we could play
with you too, but man I can't believe that you are actually asking us it to
it with you.  Do you really mean it, or are you kidding?"
	"No I'm not kidding, Tim.  I mean it.  Gary, would that be OK with
you.  Does getting it on with you old man freak you out any?  You OK with
it?"
	"Oh Dad!" Gary replied.  "Yea if it's OK with you, of course I want
to.  Tim and I have talked about that for a long time, but hell I always
told him that if you ever found out that we were gay, that would piss you
off, ---not have you joining us.  God yes!  If you want to, I sure am game!
And Dad, I do have to admit that when you all of a sudden came out here, as
soon as I could re-group myself, I did think it was kind of exciting that I
could see you were wearing a hard-on.  Hell man, that is the only thing
that kind of made me hope that everything was going to be OK."
	"Yea, I saw that too!"  Tim said.  "Dad when you get a hard-on, I
hope you do know that it does show, out front!  You know that don't you?"
	"Well, yea, I kind of guess it might, but shit man. Compared to you
two, I'm not so sure that I am the one that needs to sorry about that.  I
have not been seeing either one of you guys without your pants on for way
too many years now, I can see that.  Man, you two little boys grew up into
very well hung guys, didn't you?  Gary, that vacuum pump thing that you've
got, does it make you a little bigger, or a whole lot bigger?  How well
does that thing work?"
	"Well it makes my dick bigger, but then it goes back down after a
while.  I like to vacuum with it right before I know Tim is going to suck
me off, because it makes my dick feel really strong and really tight.  It
just makes it feel really good."
	"Hell Dad!  Gary might be saying that it kind of helps for a little
while, but all I can say is that if it's not the pump doing it to him, then
his dick is continuing to grow and get bigger all of the time.  Shit man!
My dick doesn't get any bigger, and I swear his is.  If it don't stop
growing sometime soon, he's going to have to start wearing skirts since he
will not be able to hide that damn thing in a pair of pants, even if it is
soft.  I've used his pump a couple of times, and I do have to agree, it
sure does make your dick feel like some big old oak tree trunk.  Dad, you
need to try it!  Even on that old dick, I'm sure it will work!"
	"Hey smart mouth!  Don't you go getting all smart mouth about your
Dad's old dick.  You've got to remember that if it wasn't for that old
dick, as you call it, neither one of you guys would be here today!  And
besides, if I had been doing back then what I now know you two have been up
to, you could have been flushed right down the ole toilet.  I hope you both
realize that every time you flush some of your cum, or your brother's cum,
down the ole toilet, that you are cheating me out of another grandchild!
You are aware of that right?"
	"Uh yea!" Tim answered.  "Yea we kind of know we are not the
breeding kind of guys, and that means you and Mom are going to get cheated
out of the grandparents thing by us.  Thank goodness you and mom had a true
and honest actual daughter first before you ended up with us two gay guys!
At least Susan can be the reproducing part of this clan."
	"You know!" Patrick said.  "I have kind of wondered in the past
just why neither one of you two were real anxious to get married and do all
that stuff, but I just kind of wiped it off as having enough smarts to wait
until you could afford it.  Well--guess I was wrong there wasn't I?"
	"Gary, why don't you get up and quit trying to hide that dick of
yours!  I mean after all, I did see it when it was raging hard and stiff,
so there's no need to try and hide it now, and Tim, you need to go inside
and wash the rest of Gary's dick juice from off the side of your face.  I'm
going to call your Mom and let her know that I left work early because of
the rain today, and the three of us are going to, oh--- go look at some new
golf clubs, and that I will be back about the time she gets home from work.
Then we three are going over to one of your places where it is safe and I
am going to find out just what it is like playing with some other guy, and
well----I guess----playing with my two, hunky, hung boys.  Something
different, I admit, but hey if you two are up for it, then your old man is
too!  You know.  I have never had anything stuffed up in my ass before, and
hell, for as many guys as there are out there getting fucked all of the
time, I guess it's time for me to find out what it's like, isn't it?  Gary
I sure do know you get your ass fucked!  I've seen that!  Tim, do you get
fucked too, or are you just the fucker here?"