Date: Wed, 10 Jun 2015 04:25:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bruno Boyd <bruno.boyd@yahoo.com>
Subject: What Brandon Needs- Part 10

Disclaimer:

The following story contains graphic, fictional descriptions of sexual acts
between adult males. If this subject matter offends you, please do not read
on.


What Brandon Needs

Part Ten


For a brief moment after he opened his eyes, Brandon was unsure about where
he was. Only two things were certain: he was in bed, and he felt like
crap. Mustering all the strength he had to lift his head, the boy glanced
around the room and was half surprised to find it was his own bedroom. As
he considered the situation, he tried to sit up in bed. He felt like he was
in a droopy, syrupy haze. What in the hell had happened, he wondered. Was
this a hangover?

He could hear sounds coming from the other side of the house: rock music
playing from the radio in the kitchen, followed by the banging of pots and
pans. This could only mean one thing, he thought. Dad was making breakfast.

Brandon established that it was in fact Saturday morning, and judging by
the clock on the nightstand, almost noon. It was unusual for his dad to let
him sleep so late, and the boy decided this fact could only mean Mike had
just woken up as well. His dad would be calling for him any
minute. Climbing out of bed, he was instantly aware that his head felt
heavy, his body weak and, strangest of all, he was incredibly hungry. The
smell of bacon wafting from the kitchen only made his hunger worse.

But before he could face his father, Brandon needed to figure this
situation out. He paused at the edge of his bed and struggled to rewind the
mental tape. The fog began to lift slightly. He remembered riding across
town in his father's pickup truck, to a neighborhood nicer than his own, to
visit their friends. He remembered walking up to the house and being
greeted at the front door by Max's dad.

Sure enough, it was all coming back to him.


"Bout time you two showed up," Frank had said. "What the hell took you so
long?"

Being late wasn't typical for Mike, and when he was he usually had a good
excuse. He paused for a moment as he thought of the real reason. He
imagined saying, "Oh, me and my son shot a wad in the shower," and almost
laughed at the thought of it.

Instead he shrugged. "Same old, same old, man.."

Frank slapped his friend on the back. "Well, come on in guys. Brandon, good
to see you, bud." He gave Brandon a firm squeeze on the shoulder that made
the boy blush.

As they walked into the living room, a third man stood up, "Look who
decided to show up after all- Mike and little Mike!" It was Tony, another
member of Mike's small, close-knit circle of longtime men friends.

"Thought I saw your truck out front," Mike said. The two men shook hands
and embraced in a quick one-armed `dude hug'. "Angie let you outta the
house on Friday night?"

Tony laughed. "Yeah, man. She took the girls to her sister's house for the
weekend. Little too much estrogen for me, know what I mean?" He handed Mike
a cold beer. "Hey, Brandon, how you been?"

Being in a room with three masculine, muscular, and basically all-around
hot guys made Brandon incredibly nervous. It was like his dad times
three. Except while he was able to be himself around his dad these days,
these men were simply intimidating to a boy like himself. "I'm fine," he
answered softly, almost in a whisper.

"Sorry Amanda ain't here. Looks like it's just you and Max tonight," said
Tony.

"Speaking of which," Frank said. "Max is probably waitin' for you in his
room if you wanna run up there."

Relieved, the boy wasted no time leaving the room.

In the kitchen, Tony pulled a case of beer he'd brought out of the
fridge. Frank pulled Mike close and whispered. "Listen, man, I didn't say
anything to Tony about what happened tonight. I figure what happened at the
gym is between us and Caleb."

Mike nodded. "Agreed."

"What's with the whispering, ladies?" Tony asked sarcastically. He popped
the caps off three bottles and handed them out. "Thought we were here to
check out Frank's new machines?"

"Let's do it guys," said Frank. "Follow me to the garage."


At the same time upstairs, Brandon opened the door to his friend's room
without knocking. Sitting next to an open window, Max was so startled he
almost dropped his bong. The smell of pot drifted into the hallway. "Jeez,
Brandon. You scared the shit outta me. Shut the fuckin' door!"

"Is that marijuana?" Brandon asked. "Doesn't your dad ever come up here?"

Max blew a long puff of smoke out the window. "Umm yes it is, and no he
doesn't. Besides, I got bored waiting on you. Where have you been anyway?"

Just like his father, Brandon paused a moment and considered the real
reason. "Nothing, just got busy."

"Lemme guess. A date with your mystery man? Stop being a prude and spill
it."

Brandon cracked sly smile. He wished he could be honest with his friend but
he knew that would never happen. What he had with his father was so
special, so sacred, and so... secret. In return for Mike's gift to his son,
the two had forged an unspoken contract of privacy. Although he had never
been happier in his life, the simple truth of Brandon's changing
relationship with Mike was that it could never be known to anyone.

"No, it's not what you think. And stop calling me a prude and hand me
that."

Max scoffed. "Whaaa? Little perfect Brandon wants to smoke out?"

Brandon grabbed the bong and pretended to know what he was doing. "Yeah,
it's not like I haven't done it before."

"Oh please, Brandon. You've never touched anything and you know it. Besides
you're about to waste my weed sucking on the wrong part."

"OK, OK, just tell me what to do," Brandon said.

Max sat up and turned serious. "Listen, before we do this, I'm just gonna
tell you this is some seriously good weed. Seeing as you're a newbie, it's
gonna fuck you up. So take it easy."

Brandon held the bong to his lips and slowly inhaled.


Downstairs in the garage, the three men gathered around Frank's latest toy:
a brand-new, fully-customized, heavy-engine motorcycle. Mike straddled the
machine and fired it up, revving the engines so loud the room shook. Even
though Frank had offered, Mike had already had a few beers and decided
against taking it for a spin.

"You let Max ride this thing?" Tony asked.

"Shit... I wish," said Frank. "That kid has no interest in stuff like
this. Sometimes I wonder if we're even related."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Mike said. Each understood what the other was
saying. An awkward silence suddenly took over, and they took long swigs of
their beer all at once.

"Hey, at least you guys have boys," Tony said. "My house is hormone city
half the time." Mike laughed. He thought to himself how lucky he was to
have Brandon. The boy hadn't turned out the way he had envisioned (after
all who hopes for a gay son?), but he wouldn't want him any other way.

Frank spoke up. "Hey, let's go in. I got something else I wanna show
y'all." He led his friends back into the house, up the stairs, and into a
large room with a couple of new couches, half a dozen plush leather chairs,
and a huge, wall-mounted television. Sports memorabilia lined the walls-
framed championship posters and jerseys from Frank's favorite teams. In the
rear of the room was a custom-made bar, complete with four bar stools and
an array of liquors on display.

"Damn, Frank. You finally finished the man cave?" Tony asked.

"You bet. Super Bowl party right here, gentlemen. Check out that TV." Frank
held up a remote and the screen flickered on to a basketball game. Surround
sound blasted from every corner of the room.

"I'm gonna let Max use it from time to time to watch his movies," Frank
continued. "But here's the best part." He pressed a few buttons on the
remote and scrolled through a couple of on-screen menus until he came to
one titled `PARTY GIRLS' and selected it.

Mike's eyes widened. "Is this what I think it is?" he asked. Before his
host could answer, two naked, buxom women appeared on the big screen in
high definition glory. It was a girl-on-girl scene, and one was sucking the
others enormous tits.

"Nice!" Tony shouted. "I might have to borrow this room, too!"

From a small fridge behind the bar, Frank grabbed three more beers and
passed them out. "Thought you guys might enjoy this," he said. "It's a
subscription service, but let me tell you, it's worth every penny." He and
Mike settled onto one of the leather couches and Tony sat on an
armchair. As girlish moaning sounds filled the room, the men's focus was
squarely on the screen in front of them. Each began to feel a tightness in
their pants.


In Max's room, the boys sat by the window taking turns on the bong. Brandon
clumsily blew a puff of smoke out the open window. He was beginning to feel
something.

"Give it a rest for a minute, and tell me about this man of yours," Max
said.

Brandon tried his best to lie, which was becoming increasingly
difficult. "There's nothing to tell, honestly."

"You are so full of shit!" Max said as he passed the bong back. "At least
tell me this- is the sex good?"

Brandon couldn't help but smile. He was feeling light-headed, and starting
to lose track of what was a secret and what wasn't. "Yeah, the sex is
good."

Max squealed. "Oh yes! Tell me more- he's a top right? Does he have a big
dick?"

Brandon considered for a second. "Yes, and yes."

"How old is he?"

The questions were getting to be too much. "Just... older."

By now Max's smile was concerning Brandon. Just how much was Max figuring
out?

It was then the boys heard the noises. "Did you hear that?" Brandon
asked. Both listened carefully. It sounded like someone whimpering, a
female to be exact.

"Yeah," Max said. "It's coming from down the hall. Bet it's my dad showing
off his new TV. He thinks I don't know he's watching porn in there all the
time. He forgets how sound travels in this house. Plus, I bet they're
drunk."

Brandon was startled by this idea. "Wait, you think my dad is in there
watching porn with your dad?"

"Yep, and don't forget Amanda's dad too."

"Umm, that seems totally crazy," Brandon whispered. He was pretty sure he
was stoned by now.

Max's knowing smile returned once more. "I have an idea," he said. "Let's
go see what they're up to."


In the man cave, a new scene was playing out on the TV. This one was also
all-female but involved three girls who appeared to be playing sorority
sisters. By now, Mike and his friends had thrown back enough beers that it
was beginning to have a noticeable effect on their inhibitions. It was
Frank who made the first move, perhaps because it was his house.

"Hey, we're all dudes and we're enjoying what we're seeing," Frank
announced. "And I don't see any chicks around so no harm in..." As his
voice trailed off he unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped the fly, and slid them
down just enough to release his hard cock.

Maybe if they hadn't been so drunk by now Mike and Tony would have been
more surprised. It wasn't like they hadn't done this kind of thing before,
back in their teens and 20s, watching a tape on the old VCR. (Never any gay
shit, they reminded themselves. Each man touched himself.) But now that
they were older – and all fathers no less – a circle jerk seemed like
a relic from the past. As Frank began to stroke his dick, seemingly
oblivious to his friends' presence, Mike and Tony looked at each other and
almost simultaneously shrugged as if to say "What the hell." Both men
unzipped their pants.

By the time Brandon and Max appeared in the doorway, all three men were too
fixated on the big screen, and drunk, to notice. The sight of his dad
jerking off with two of his best friends was almost more than Brandon could
handle under his current condition. He didn't know whether to be jealous or
turned on. As soon as he realized what was happening he tugged Max's
arm. "Let's just go back to your room..." he whispered.

"Are you crazy?" Max muttered, his eyes never leaving the scene in front of
him. "I mean, forget for a minute they're our dads. You have to admit, this
is kinda hot, right?" Brandon noticed his friend was already adjusting a
growing bulge in his shorts. And when he thought about it, he had one too.

"Max, please. This seems... weird."

"Whatever, Brandon. Like you don't check your dad out sometimes. I mean
look at him."

Maybe it was the pot that took over and caused the boys to stop whispering,
but whatever it was they first got the attention of Amanda's dad, sitting
in the armchair with his cock in his hand and his pants around his
ankles. "Uh, guys, I think we got some company," he said.

Mike and Frank both turned around quickly to see their sons standing in the
doorway, bulges visible in their shorts. Frank stood up quickly and
struggled to button up his pants. "Jesus, Max! What the hell do you think
you're doin'?"

Max grinned. "Guess I could ask you the same thing, Dad."

Brandon stood frozen in shock in the doorway. He was certain this new turn
of events spelled trouble. He worried it would mean the end of whatever had
been blossoming between he and his father over the last several
weeks. After all, the new "relationship" (if you could call it that)
between Brandon and Mike depended entirely upon secrecy, while this current
situation was unfolding out in the open. But then something unexpected
happened.

As his buddy struggled to tuck his dick back in his pants and scold the
boys, Mike chuckled and casually took a long swig of his beer. "What's the
big deal, Frank?" he asked. His words were slurring just a bit. "Like we
said, we're all men here right?"

"What's the big deal?" Frank asked rhetorically. "You know damn well this
is different, Mike. These boys ain't interested in what we're watching."

As he considered the situation, Mike actually stroked his hard dick slowly
a couple of times. "So what?" he asked. "Remember what we said about making
it up to them?"

From the armchair Tony spoke up. "What are you talkin' about? This is
starting to get a little too weird for me." Brandon couldn't help but
notice that despite the hesitation in his voice, Tony's dick stayed hard
too.

Mike's voice turned reassuring. "Relax for a second, guys. Just follow me
with this. Frank, take a seat." Turning towards the boys, Mike gestured
with his head for them to enter the room. "Come on in, boys."

All around the room, Brandon could see empty beer bottles. Maybe that
explained the lack of inhibition that was swiftly taking over, he
thought. As the boys stood in front of the three men, a new scene appeared
onscreen: two barely legal girls in a shower.

"Alright boys, welcome to the man cave," Mike said. His hand gripped his
cock in a way that almost seemed like he was showing it off.

Brandon was speechless as he and Max awaited the orders that they knew were
coming. "Go ahead and take off your clothes, boys," Mike growled.

"Mike, you sure about this man?" asked Frank.

Mike ignored his friend's question. "Yeah, take `em off. Everything."

The boys, both lost by now in a stoned stupor, did as they were told. It
only took a few seconds for them to kick off their shoes, drop their
shorts, and strip off their shirts. Standing only in their underwear, the
boys' slim bodies trembled nervously before the three alpha men now
watching them.

"I said everything," Mike reminded them. The boys glanced quickly at one
another, then quickly slid down their briefs. Their dicks both stood at
full attention.

Across the room, Tony protested weakly. "What're you doin' Mike?"

"Just watch..." Mike continued.

Tony felt like an odd man out in this group. This was undoubtedly one of
the strangest experiences of his life, sitting naked in front of his two
best friends and their now naked teenage sons. Living in a house full of
females, Tony cherished the time he spent with "the guys", but this was
taking things to a whole new level. And yet, he was finding the whole
experience strangely riveting and oddly comforting. And certainly it was
having an effect on his cock.

Mike took the last few gulps of his beer and turned his attention back to
Brandon and Max. "OK boys, see those girls on TV?" The boys watched as the
girls in the shower kissed and fondled one another.

"That kind of stuff turns real men like us on, you got that?"

The boys nodded.

"And that kind of stuff- that just doesn't do it for boys like you does
it?"

The boys shook their heads. Everyone was silent, waiting to see where Mike
was going with this.

"Why don't you boys show us what you like to do. Maybe do like those girls
on TV..."

Frank cut his friend off. "Mike, please. We gotta stop, man."

But there was no stopping Mike now. He was fully in charge. "Frank,
dude. Fuckin' relax and just watch."

The boys looked at each other hesitantly. A few years back they had engaged
in some experimentation- a little kissing, maybe a little touching, but
they had long since decided they weren't the slightest bit interested in
each other. The idea of making out with each other simply didn't turn them
on. However, being ordered to do so by a straight man, not to mention being
watched by their dads, caused both their cocks to jump.

The boys faced one another, their cocks touching at the tips, and they
began to rub their hands on each other's smooth chests. They pushed their
bodies together and bucked their hips, rubbing their dicks in
unison. Mirroring the scene onscreen, they brought their lips together for
a deep, long kiss. Max even reached around and squeezed Brandon's ass. Out
of the corner of his eye, Brandon could see his father slowly stroking his
dick.

By now all three men had resumed stroking their dicks, and none were
watching the porno. Even in his drunken state, Mike could see his buddies
were now into the scene he was creating. He decided to keep going. "Yeah
boys, that's it. You know you like playing with each other. You like
showing off for some real straight men don't you?"

The sound of Mike's deep voice encouraging them only made the boys cocks
harder and they began moaning as their hip-thrusting picked up speed.

"That's it boys. Show off for your daddies..."

Frank's initial shock was fading as he became engaged in the live show
taking place in his man cave. He thought about what Mike had said. Maybe
this was a weird way of making things up to the boys. After all, if the
precum dripping from their boy cocks was any indication, they seemed to be
enjoying themselves. Looking down, Frank noticed his own dick was now slick
with precum. He'd better slow down, he thought.

Tony, too was surprised by how much the situation was turning him on. Never
in his wildest dreams did he imagine watching two men make out would get
him going. Then again, he thought, this wasn't exactly two men. It was two
slim, smooth boys who, he had to admit, were cute. Watching them go it was
about as hot as watching two chicks. Or maybe it was hotter.

"Alright boys, stop playing with each other and turn around," Mike ordered.

Both boys turned to face the wall, their tight, smooth butts now on display
for the men.

"Go ahead and bend over," said Mike. "Spread them cheeks for us."

Barely hesitating, Brandon and Max did as told. They steadied themselves
against the wall with their hands and they bent at the knees, exposing
their hairless, pink holes. Frank and Tony both bit their lips and tried to
conceal their pleasure at the sight. For Frank especially there was
something so taboo, and so incredibly arousing, about the sight of his
son's naked body. More precum gushed from his cock.

Mike turned to his friends. "Take a look at that, men. As good as any
pussy, am I right?" He then spoke directly to Frank. "You want me to keep
goin' bud?"

Frank couldn't find the right words to articulate what he was feeling, but
he knew he didn't want it to stop. His hard dick said everything.

Suddenly, Mike had an idea. "Let's make a deal," he said. "Each man only
touches his boy. That means you just get to watch, Tony."

The men nodded in silent agreement.

The boys were now facing their fathers, and awaiting the next
orders. "Brandon, c'mere," Mike said. He made a waving motion with his hand
and pointed to the floor in front of the couch where he sat. "Go ahead,
boy."

Brandon crossed the room and sat on his knees in front of his father. The
others – Tony, Frank, and Max – waited in rapt silence for what was
about to happen. The lingering shower sounds from the TV seemed to fade
into the background.

"That's it boy, do it," Mike commanded.

Brandon leaned forward and touched his father's massive cock. Mike scooted
further down on the couch and leaned his head back as his boy began to
slowly stroke. Even though getting stroked off by his son was nothing new
these days, doing it in front of his buddies was having an electrifying
effect on him. As he watched his son methodically sliding his hand up and
down, Mike noticed a clear stream of precum leaking from the tip of his
cock. He looked over at his friend sitting next to him and noticed Frank's
eyes were wide with excitement.

"You like watchin' this bud?" Mike whispered. "Keep watchin'..."

Mike leaned forward just enough to give himself room to peel off his shirt,
and he tossed it across the room. His massive, hairy pecs flexed a few
times as he showed off. He couldn't help it, after all. "Take `em off," he
said to his son. Brandon understood and pulled Mike's boots off. The man
then lifted up his ass slightly and Brandon slid his jeans and underwear
down and off his legs. Mike now sat completely naked in front of his
audience. Reaching forward, Mike stroked his son's hair, pushing it to the
side and out of the boy's face. He then reached behind Brandon's head and
slowly pulled him in.

"Show these daddies what you like to do, boy."

His hand gripping Mike's cock, Brandon slowly licked the head to clean off
any precum, then began to carefully suck his way down the shaft. This time
Mike let out an audible moan and again threw his head back on the sofa. His
muscular arms were now spread out to the either side, one almost around
Frank's shoulder.

Within seconds, Brandon was deep throating Mike's dick almost to his
balls. He had learned to suppress his gag reflex over the last few weeks
and now he felt like he was showing off his new skills. Neither Frank nor
Tony had ever seen such talented cocksucking, certainly not from any woman.

From across the room, Tony moaned softly as he stroked. "Oh, fuck that's
nice," he whispered. He too peeled off his shirt, and both boys couldn't
help but notice how well-built he was. Tony's body was more naturally
muscular, unlike their chiseled fathers. It was the distinctive look of an
athletic man who had been married to the same woman for a long
time. Brandon took great pleasure in knowing he was turning this man on.

Meanwhile, Frank's uncut dick was now lubed in precum as he watched his
best friend get orally serviced by his son. He glanced over at Max and saw
the boy was eagerly stroking his own sizeable cock. This was the first time
he'd truly seen his son naked, and in a strange way, he found himself proud
of his creation. He felt Mike's arm around his shoulder. "You ready to do
this, Frank?" his friend asked.

"Yeah, man," Frank replied.

Mike turned to Max, and gestured with his hand for the boy to come forward.

The unthinkable seemed to be happening, but Max was powerless in the face
of such arousal. In no time, he found himself squatting next to Brandon, in
front of his own father. Frank wasn't quite as bold as Mike, so his clothes
were still on and his dick poked out the top of his open fly.

"Alright, Max, you know what you wanna do," Mike continued. "Touch your
dad's cock, boy."

Max carefully reached out and grabbed his father's erect penis. Sure, he'd
seen it a few times over his lifetime – accidentally walking into the
bathroom, changing at the beach, stuff like that – but nothing prepared
him for just how big it was up close. Frank's dick was shorter than Mike's
but thick. Very thick. And being the only one with an uncut dick in the
room certainly set Frank apart. (His ex-wife had insisted Max be
circumcised, something Frank occasionally regretted. The result was that
Max had an enduring fascination with this aspect of this father's anatomy
that he had only glanced in passing.)

In order to give his son better access, Frank slid his jeans down to his
ankles, still keeping his white briefs on but tucked around his heavy,
hairy balls. Max's attention was solely on his dad's cock as he slid the
foreskin up and down, causing thick globs of precum to leak out and down
the shaft.

"That's it boy," Mike growled. "Put your dad's dick in your mouth..."

Brandon had already paused his own sucking to watch what was happening,
although he kept a firm grip on Mike's throbbing cock.

Max leaned over Frank's crotch and carefully licked the exposed head,
indulging his first taste of father's precum. The boy slid the foreskin up
and used his tongue to lick around inside. Frank gasped and threw his head
back. He could feel Mike's grip around his shoulder tighten. The sheer
girth of his penis had made oral sex difficult throughout his life, so he
was surprised at Max's "talent". His dick seemed to disappear deep into his
son's ever expanding lips. He was overcome with pleasure.

Mike meanwhile continued his verbal assault. "Yeah, boy... You like suckin'
your daddy's cock don't you? That's it... choke on it..."

As he began to bob up and down on Frank's dick, Max became aware of just
how hard his own cock was. He slowly stroked himself, careful not to cum
just yet.

In the armchair, Tony was furiously jerking himself. He found himself
increasingly envious of his friends for having sons.

With both their sons now greedily servicing their dicks, Mike and Frank
wrapped an arm around the other's shoulder. It was a reflexive move, one
that seemed to acknowledge the intimacy and masculinity of the moment. As
Max's sucking picked up in intensity, Frank was nearly overcome with
ecstasy and leaned his head in close to Mike's, whimpering into his
friend's neck. Brandon watched carefully as he slurped, noticing the close,
unspoken bond between these alpha males.

Mike sensed that Frank was close and decided to mix things up one last
time. "You trust me, man?" he asked his friend.

There was no holding Frank back at this point. "Yeah, man. I'm ready," he
muttered.

"Alright, boy- stop for a minute," Mike said to Max. "We're gonna do
something else that's gonna blow your dad's mind." Max struggled to pull
himself away, but he knew that Brandon's dad was about to introduce him to
an even higher level of pleasure.

Mike now gave orders to Frank. "Get up and turn around."

"Huh?" Frank asked.

"Just turn around on the couch and face the back," Mike repeated. "Trust
me, man."

Brandon had an idea of what was coming, but the others could only guess.

Frank drunkenly staggered to his feet and almost tripped as he kicked off
his jeans from around his ankles. He then stripped off his shirt and
revealed his beefy chest. His pecs were covered in thick, dark hair that
made the other men's hairy chests seem smooth. All he had left on was his
socks and his tighty whities. He did as Mike said and sat on the couch on
his knees, his arms resting on the back and his ass facing forward.

Mike turned his attention to Max. "You ready to do this, boy?"

Max gulped and gave a nervous nod.

"Come real close boy," Mike commanded. "Get up here." Max leaned up on his
knees. He was now inches from his dad's beefy ass. Even though Frank's ass
was still covered in his tight briefs, Max could see his father's thick
cock dangling out the front between his legs. Looking at the muscle butt in
front of him, Max noticed a line of sweat on the fabric right between the
beefy cheeks.

Mike continued: "You want that don't you boy? Get in there..."

Max's head was swirling as he leaned in and pressed his nose against
Frank's underwear. As he inhaled deeply he felt his own cock respond with a
jump, and he instinctively licked along the sweat-covered fabric.

Brandon was riveted; he continued servicing Mike but couldn't take his eyes
off what was happening. The scene was oddly familiar.

For his part, Frank was stunned by what was happening, but found himself
powerless to stop it. He had to see where it was going. He could always
blame the alcohol, he thought. He listened as his friend commanded his son.

"Go ahead and pull `em down boy..."

Max put one hand on each side on the elastic waistband and carefully began
to peel his dad's underwear off. As he slid them down Frank's legs, he was
transfixed by the sight of the massive, bubble ass right in front of
him. It was a true man butt: big mounds of glutes covered in brown
hair. Thicker tufts of dark hair poked out of the man's deep crevice which
was already partially spread open. It was the most beautiful sight of Max's
life. At that moment, something changed within him. It was something wholly
unexpected, and would define his sexual life to come. This marked the
moment Max became an unrequited lover of ass.

As he expected, Mike noticed the boy's newfound craving. He leaned forward,
almost to Max's ear. "You like that big straight daddy ass, boy?" he
whispered.

Frank could feel cool air on his bare ass, and he suddenly realized what
was about to happen. He considered calling the whole thing off and pulling
up his briefs and telling everybody to get the hell out of his house. But
at that moment, he was instead overcome with anticipation. He found himself
actually rocking his bare ass back and forth slightly. There was no turning
back.

Mike whispered into Max's ear. "Put your face in that ass, boy..."

Gripping his father's waist, Max pushed his face into Frank's asscrack and
took a long swipe along the crevice with his tongue. He didn't quite know
what to expect- after all he'd never rimmed a man before- but he found
himself surprised by how it wasn't "dirty" at all. Instead the taste was
rich, sweaty, and manly, and Max knew immediately he was addicted to
it. Frank let out a loud moan and pushed his ass back.

Mike continued to bark orders. "Yeah, boy... Just like Brandon... Get in
there good... Breathe in that big straight man ass..."

Spreading the man's ass cheeks open as wide as he could, Max pressed his
face deep into Frank's crack and breathed in deep through his nose. The
smell was like the taste- it was rich and manly, but hardly gross, and Max
wanted more. He began to get wild and slurped up every ounce of sweat he
found dripping along the crevice. Desperate to reach the man's tight,
hidden hole, he tried to pull his father's ass onto his tongue

By now Frank was almost grunting as he bucked his big ass back on his boy's
face. Having his butt orally worshipped was more pleasurable than he could
have imagined, and having his son do the worshipping only added to the
ecstasy. As he rocked back and forth, his fat dick bounced and spurted out
precum. Max wrapped his arms around his father's legs and pulled his ass as
hard as he could onto his face, plunging his tongue deep into Frank's tight
hole. As Frank gasped in pleasure, Max reached between his dad's legs and
grabbed hold of his still-streaming dick and began to rhythmically stroke
it in unison with the rimjob.

Brandon, meanwhile, kept up his deep-throating. He bobbed up and down on
Mike's massive cock, occasionally taking a break to slurp on the man's
heavy nuts. Looking up, he saw his dad and Frank staring at each other,
both seemingly lost in euphoria. Frank was still grunting as he bucked
along with his son's asseating and stroking, and Mike continued to whisper
verbal assaults. For a moment the men pressed their faces, now covered in
sweat, together and Brandon stopped to watch. The boy was certain the men
would kiss, but just as their lips came close together, they turned
away. Brandon resumed his deep sucking.

It was obvious everyone was close, especially the two boys who kept from
touching their dicks for fear of shooting too soon. Sitting alone on the
other side of the room, with a perfect view of the action, Tony was getting
very close. This was by far the raunchiest, kinkiest, and hottest encounter
of his life. He felt like he'd been given a private window into the most
intimate relations a man could have, and one he would never get to
experience himself: that between a father and son. Not only had he never
seen a man receive a blowjob from another man, he'd certainly never seen a
boy give his father a deep rimjob. It was more than he could contain.

"Oh, fuck yes," Tony muttered. "So fuckin' hot." He caught the attention of
the other four, who looked his direction and saw him buck his hips the last
few times.

"Fuckin' hot boys... Mmmmmm..." Tony gasped as his cock erupted and spewed
cum across his chest. Long ropes drenched his pecs, and one even landed on
his chin. "Fucccckkk!" he shouted, his body shaking from the most powerful
orgasm he'd ever experienced.

Almost as soon as Tony's orgasm subsided, Mike began to moan deeply. "Yeah
Brand, keep suckin' daddy's cock. Show `em how you do it baby..." In
response, Brandon picked up speed and used his index and middle finger to
slowly massage behind Mike's balls. This was one of many tricks he'd
learned recently. Mike placed his hands behind his head, exposing his damp
pits.

"Yeah, baby, suck me off good... Gonna make me cum, boy..."

Grabbing his son by the hair, Mike guided the boy up and down his
shaft. Brandon could feel his dad's balls tighten, and he knew it was
time. Mike held the boy down deep on his dick and grunted loudly.

"Here it comes, boy...Fuuuuuccckkk..."

With his lips wrapped around the base of Mike's cock, Brandon felt his
father begin to pump out thick globs of cum right down his throat. Even
though he was trying to breathe through his nose, he felt himself start to
gag a little. His dad was actually filling him up.  Brandon only had to
touch his own dick and he began to spurt. The boy grunted into his father's
crotch.

"Nggghhhhhh..." Cum spewed out of the boy's cock and across the front of
the couch. He slowly slid his lips off Mike's dick, and a stream of bubbly
jizz poured from his mouth. Quickly, he tried to lick up as much as
possible.

Next to them on the couch, Max's face was firmly encased in his father's
ass. The smell and taste was overwhelming, and he could feel his own balls
tighten. He was certain his cock had never been so hard in his eighteen
years, and he wondered if he would ever have an experience this hot again.

In between deep slurps and probing the man's hole, Max was rubbing his
entire face up and down Frank's hot, hairy asscrack. All the while, he kept
stroking the man's fat cock.  Suddenly, he felt his dad's body begin to
shake and Frank reached back and held his son's face firmly in his ass.

"Oh, fuck, Max... Mmmmmmm..." Frank moaned as he rocked back and forth one
last time and his cock spewed across the couch. "Fuuuuccckkk yes..." he
muttered.

At the same time, with his face still buried in Frank's ass, Max's
whimpered as his cock erupted in an intense hands-free orgasm. Thick globs
of cum shot high in the air. Several landed on his dad's balls and hung
down in long ropes. The boy's body was still shaking by the time he pulled
his face out of Frank's crack.

For a minute, there was no sound but heavy breathing. No one had noticed
that the video on the TV had long since stopped playing. Brandon was still
squatting on the floor, and he rested his head on his dad's tree-trunk
leg. He was so tired now. He closed his eyes. The thick smell of cum in the
air was the last thing he remembered.


And now he found himself back in his room at home.

"Brandon! Breakfast!!" Mike bellowed from down the hall.

What the hell, he thought. Was it all a dream? What the fuck was that stuff
Max had given him? He glanced around for his phone and found it tossed
haphazardly on the floor next to a pile of his clothes. There were a couple
of messages, both from Max.

MAX: u make it home?  MAX: damn u were fuuucked up

Brandon furiously punched out a message.

B: what the hell happened last night?

MAX: u really don't remember? lol MAX: told u to go slow on the pot it was
good shit

B: but seriously i had a crazy dream

MAX: no doubt. oh well now u know for next time

Brandon tossed the phone aside. He would just have to accept that was one
hell of a dream. Opening the door, he walked towards the kitchen. He sure
was hungry.

Across town, Max also put his phone aside. Embarrassed to admit to being
lightweight, Max couldn't bring himself to tell Brandon that he too
couldn't fully remember what had happened the previous night. Maybe one day
they would sort it all out. As he walked down the hall, he passed his dad's
man cave. He noticed the TV was on, but nothing was playing. He went in and
switched it off with the remote. Beer bottles and plastic red cups littered
the floor. As he began to pick them up, he noticed something on the couch:
the unmistakable long ropes of dried jizz.

Max smiled to himself, and picked up the rest of the bottles.


To be continued.


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