Date: Mon, 1 Aug 2011 00:50:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bruno Boyd <bruno.boyd@yahoo.com>
Subject: What Brandon Needs- Part 7

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 Seven


It was Friday afternoon, three weeks before graduation. Brandon walked
through the hallway at school, clutching the straps of his backpack as he
headed to his last class of the day.

"Well. Somebody's in a better mood."

Brandon turned around. It was his friend Max.

"Huh?"

"Oh, please," Max said, rolling his eyes. "Don't act like you don't know
what I'm talking about. You've had a shit-eating grin on your face all
week."

"But what if I don't know?" Brandon asked.

"Then you're lying. Believe me, I know that look when I see it. You're
hiding something, and it's good—I can tell."

Brandon laughed and blushed as the two walked together.

"Sooo," Max continued. "Tell me."

Brandon shrugged. "There's nothing to tell. I'm just... in a better mood, I
guess. Ready for graduation, maybe?"

"Oh, bullshit. You're telling me after school and that's it."

Max was a couple of months older than Brandon and the two had been friends
since they were little kids. To this day Max was the only other gay boy
Brandon was friends with. Their fathers had known each other for years and
even worked together on some jobs. Like Brandon, Max had grown up without a
mom around since she'd died years ago. Yet for all their similarities, the
two boys were very different. Max was skinny like Brandon, but tall with
dark features he'd inherited from his Italian ancestors. Whereas Brandon
had always been shy and insecure about being gay, Max was outgoing and
confident. As a result, Max routinely boasted about his sexual experiences,
and indirectly brought attention to Brandon's lack thereof.

"Meet me in the parking lot after class—I'll give you a ride home," Max
said.

As they stopped in front of Brandon's class, they heard a loud group
approaching.

"What up, queers," someone shouted. Brandon recognized the voice
immediately—it was Caleb, one of the school's star football players and
his longtime bully. "Ya'll boyfriends now?"

Loud hoots erupted from the pack of jocks as they exchanged high-fives.

"Yeah, we are. You got a fuckin' problem with it?" Max's voice was loud and
clear even in the bustling hallway. He put his arm around Brandon, mocking
Caleb's insults.

The pack stopped in their tracks.

"You know what they say, Caleb," Max continued. "Guys like you usually have
something to hide. It's OK, really, you can come out now."

Caleb's face reddened as peals of laughter filled the corridor. He stepped
forward and pointed in Max's face. "You know what, fag? You better watch
out or you're gonna get hurt."

A teacher suddenly appeared and Caleb backed off quickly. He turned and
began to walk down the hall, his group following closely behind.

"Come out Caleb! We're waiting for you!" Max shouted to them, raising his
middle finger at the same time. More laughter filled the air as the bullies
disappeared around the corner.

"Oh my god, Max," Brandon said, squirming out of the older boy's grip. "I
cannot believe you just did that."

"Fuckin' bullies. I'm not afraid of them." Max held his head high, proud of
his performance in front of so many of his peers. "And you shouldn't be
either."

The bell rang.

"I need to get to class," Brandon said. "I'll meet you after school."

"Good, cuz I wanna hear everything."

Of course, the truth was Brandon had been in a haze of sorts recently. A
few weeks ago, he'd walked the same halls nervous and tense, just trying to
get from one class to the next without being noticed. Max was right— he
really did have a smile on his face these days. In fact, he couldn't
remember the last time he'd smiled so much. Before, he'd looked forward to
getting home just to be away from school, but now he looked forward to
getting home for different reasons.

Mike and Brandon had developed a routine that was changing the boy's
attitude, not to mention giving him hardons throughout the day. Every
night, Brandon waited patiently for his father to come home from work. And
truth be told, Mike was beginning to look forward to getting home too.

Later that afternoon, Max drove Brandon home. The boys entered the empty
house, grabbed two cold drinks from the fridge, and went to Brandon's
room. Max jumped on the bed while Brandon sat at his computer.

"OK, spill it," Max demanded. "It's a guy, isn't it?"

Brandon couldn't conceal his smile.

"I knew it! Brandon finally got some! Tell me everything. Who is he?"

"No! It's none of your business."

"What? I tell you everything? I wanna hear it."

Brandon turned and faced his friend. "You tell me everything because you're
a slut."

The older boy laughed.

"Max, I can't. It's a secret, OK?"

"Oooh, a secret. I like it," Max teased. "Does he go to our school?"

"Um, are you kidding, no!"

"Do I know him?"

"I don't know, maybe..." Brandon trailed off. He stared at his computer and
pretended to check his email in an attempt to change the subject.

"Aghh, so unfair," Max said. He leaned back on Brandon's bed and reached
for a pillow. As soon as he grabbed it, he noticed a white cloth of some
sort under it. He picked it up.

"Umm, Brandon. What's this?"

The boy turned to find Max holding his father's underwear. They were the
white briefs Brandon slept with every night when he wasn't in Mike's
bed. Horrified, Brandon jumped up.

"Give me those!"

Max twirled them with his finger. "Oh. My. God. They're his, aren't they?
Your guy?"

Brandon leapt on the bed and snatched the underwear away.

"Wow, kinky! I didn't think you had it in you. And from the looks of it,
he's a big guy."

Opening his closet, Brandon tossed the briefs on top of a pile of dirty
clothes and slammed the door shut. He wondered if Max would put two and two
together.

"OK, you didn't see that. And this conversation is over."

"Ha, fine. But, it's kinda hot, I have to say."

Turning back to his computer, Brandon smiled again.

The boys were still in Brandon's room when Mike came home early. He saw
Max's car parked out front. He was a good kid, Mike thought, and he was
glad Brandon had a friend he could relate to. In fact, Mike thought the two
of them were getting it on until Brandon had denied it. Maybe the boy was a
virgin after all.

Brandon hadn't expected his dad home so early.

"Shit, my dad's home," he said. "And I have to cook dinner tonight."

"Oh, so throwing me out, huh?" Max sneered. "Nah, I get it. I'll get outta
here. But hey, I want more details next time, OK?"

The boys walked out to living room and through the kitchen, where they
found Mike standing in front of the fridge, reaching for a beer. He'd taken
his shirt off and stood for a minute in only his blue jeans with the
freezer door open to cool off. The boys could already see sweat glistening
on his massive back and broad shoulders, and when he turned around they saw
it dripping through the hairs of his beefy pecs. He hadn't shaved in a week
and now had thick, dark stubble bordering on a beard growing in. Mike shut
the freezer door behind him and leaned back against the countertop.

"Howdy, boys. Good day at school?"

"Yeah," they responded at the same time, both staring at the man on
display. "Just super," Max continued.

Brandon's dick began to grow in his shorts at the sight of his father like
this. He wondered if Mike was showing off on purpose. He needed to get rid
of Max before it got too weird.

"Yeah, great day, but Max is going home." He gave his friend a slight push.

"Oh, hey, Max," Mike said. "Heard your dad got a new motorcycle. I'm gonna
be over there checkin' that out soon."

"Cool, I'll tell him. See ya, Brandon."

As he walked towards the door, Max passed the small laundry room. Something
caught his eye. He paused in front of the open door just long enough to see
a pile of dirty clothes on the floor in front of the washing machine, on
top of which sat a large pair of white briefs. Max grinned and walked
outside.

Brandon was now alone with his father.

"You're home early," he said.

"Yep. Been a long, rough week. Worked outside all day. Just plain worn out
and decided to come home."

The boy quickly walked across the kitchen and into his father's arms. He
closed his eyes and took in the man's scent. Inside his shorts, his dick
stiffened and poked in his underwear. He pressed his face against Mike's
chest and gave the man's pecs several long licks.

"Mmmm," the man moaned. "I thought you might want that. Surprised you had
company over."

Brandon hugged his dad's chest and began carefully sucking on the man's
nipples. Instinctively, he rubbed his hardon against Mike's leg. Looking
up, he saw the damp hairs peeking out of Mike's armpit.

Mike had figured out long ago that Brandon responded well to his verbal
commands.

"Can't get enough of that pit can you, boy? Wanna get up in there dontcha?"

By the time Mike had raised his arm up, Brandon's nose was inches from his
pit. He quickly pressed his face into the wet mound of hairs and inhaled
deeply through his nose. The smell of his father traveled deep inside him
and directly to his dick, which throbbed in response. The boy gripped the
bulging bicep of Mike's other arm for support as he rubbed his face up and
down the man's sweaty pit.

Mike took a long swig of his beer then sat it on the countertop. He felt
his son grinding his hard dick against his leg, and he could feel his own
dick stiffening in his jeans. Over the last few weeks he'd learned a lot
about himself, including just how much he got off on having his body
worshipped. With his right hand he held Brandon's face firmly in his pit
and, leaning forward, he whispered into the boy's ear.

"Yeah, boy. Breathe in good. Get up in that sweaty, hairy, daddy pit..."

Brandon was now whimpering in response to the smell and his father's voice.

"Mmmm... Little boy likes smellin' his daddy's pit, dontcha boy? Wanna just
worship this hot body all day, huh? Lick it out, baby..."

The boy began to lick the sweat in Mike's pit, even sucking on the hairs to
drink it up. Still thrusting his hardon against Mike, he felt the man's
bulge in his jeans and reached down to rub it. He traced the outline of his
dad's big dick with his hand. Brandon's head was spinning and he could feel
his dick leaking precum inside his underwear. His thrusting picked up speed
and Mike knew the boy was about to shoot.

Grabbing his son by the hair, Mike pulled Brandon's face out of his pit.

"Damn, boy. You gotta learn to hold it."

The boy was heaving and whimpering. "I know... I just... so hot..."

Mike chuckled. "Let's take a break and go to my room, OK?"

Brandon nodded.

He looked spent already and felt like he would fall over. Mike picked him
up. The boy wrapped his arms around Mike's thick neck and his legs around
the man's waist as his father carried him down the hall towards the
bedroom.

Once they'd reached his room, Mike sat the boy on the end of his bed. He
then crossed the room and sat down in a chair in the corner facing his
son. Brandon's breathing slowly returning to normal and when Mike thought
his son had finally calmed down enough, he reached down and took off his
boots. He got up, unbuckled his belt, and slid his jeans down. He watched
as Brandon stared silently from the bed, the boy's dick tenting straight up
in his shorts. Standing in only his tight white briefs, Mike stood in front
of his son. Mike's cock was hard and filled out his briefs. He'd always
been the show-off kind, but never dreamed he'd be doing it for his son.

"Watch this," he said. Mike curled his arms in front of his chest and
grunted as he flexed both of his biceps. He saw Brandon's dick jump.

"You like seein' your dad's big muscle body, boy?"

"Uh-huh," Brandon whispered.

"Wanna see my cock too, dontcha?"

"Yes, sir."

Mike slowly slid his briefs down at the front so that his dick plopped out
and he tucked the waistband under his heavy balls. He was only semi-erect,
but that meant it was already bigger than Brandon's dick. A drop of precum
had already formed on the tip. He walked to the edge of the bed, where
Brandon sat waiting.

"Let's take it slow and do what I say, OK?" he ordered.

Brandon nodded.

"Keep your mouth closed. And don't use your hands. Don't touch yourself
either—we're gonna make this last."

Mike leaned forward and rubbed his dick across Brandon's lips, smearing his
precum on them.

"Taste that, baby."

Brandon slowly licked his lips, tasting his father. Something about the
taste of his dad just seemed right to Brandon. It was pure man. His dick
throbbed in his shorts again.

"Stick your tongue out, boy."

Mike leaned forward again and began to lightly slap his dick on his son's
face. Brandon was desperate to taste it and tried to catch it with his
tongue. When the boy looked up at him, Mike laid his dick across his face,
letting him take in its full length. Brandon's mouth was wide open and his
eyes were pleading. He needed it. Holding onto the back of Brandon's head,
Mike gently slid his dick in the boy's warm mouth.

"Suck that big dick, boy... Mmmm... Suck it..."

By now Brandon had already learned how to relax his mouth, stretch his
lips, and use his tongue to pleasure his dad's dick. He could feel Mike's
dick growing in his mouth as he sucked. He was proud that he was able to
please his dad so much.

Mike went deeper and deeper on each thrust. He stroked his son's hair and
encouraged him as he face-fucked the boy.

"Yeah, boy... That's real good... Makin' your dad feel good..."

As Mike's thick cock thrust deeper down his throat, Brandon gagged
slightly, but he refused to give up. His own dick was tenting hard as ever
now.

Mike had gotten hundreds of blowjobs in his life, but he had to admit, the
boy was getting good. He held onto his son's head with both hands and
leaned his head back in pleasure as he pounded Brandon's mouth. Spit
spilled out of the sides of the boy's mouth and ran down the length of the
man's dick, dripping off his hairy balls.

The sucking continued for several minutes until Mike thought he might
actually cum soon. He pulled out and stroked his spit-covered dick, letting
the boy catch his breath for a bit. Looking down, he could see the boy's
dick hard as a rock in his shorts, and he actually felt bad for him. Mike
thought about how much had changed over the last few weeks between the two
of them. This was clearly what Brandon was meant to be doing, but Mike was
surprised by how much he was enjoying it himself. There was no doubt he was
still a "man's man". He never looked at other dudes the way Brandon does,
he thought. That just wasn't him, and it never would be. After all, he was
still fucking a woman on the side every once in a while. Maybe he should
call Donna later, he thought, just to keep that going too.

He walked back to the chair in the corner and sat down.

"Take your clothes off, boy. Lemme see what you're packin'."

Brandon had never doubted his father's sexuality for a minute, so it still
caught him by surprise when Mike asked him to take off his clothes. He'd
always been insecure showing his body around a muscle god like his dad, but
slowly Mike was training him to be comfortable being naked. The boy stood
up and pulled his shirt over his head as his father sat watching and
stroking his dick. It was still funny to both of them that somebody so
little and skinny could come from somebody so big and buff.

Mike had to remind himself that Brandon was 18. He stared as his boy pulled
his shorts down, standing in only a pair of small blue briefs. A wet spot
showed where his dick was streaming precum.

"Alright, pull `em down, boy."

Brandon shoved his underwear down fast and kicked them to the side,
standing naked across from his dad. His dick pointed straight up. He waited
for his dad's next order.

Yes, Mike sure as hell wasn't gay. Buff, muscled guys like himself grossed
him out. But somehow this was different.

"Turn around, boy."

Following his dad's instructions, Brandon turned around. It was the first
time Mike had really gotten a good look at his son's ass. It was smooth and
round—a nice virgin bubble butt. Mike couldn't believe it, but his dick
was getting harder at the sight of it. He also couldn't believe the words
coming out of his mouth.

"Get up on the bed, boy, and show me that ass..."

Without hesitation, the boy crawled on the bed on his hands and knees. He
spread his legs apart and pushed his bare ass up, showing his tight,
untouched hole to his father.

From across the room, Mike continued stroking his dick as he watched his
son show off his ass. His cock was dripping precum now which mixed with
Brandon's spit to form a slick lubrication. He'd seen plenty of hot ass
over the years—females, of course—but this was fucking beautiful, he
thought. And it was all his if he wanted it.

"Damn... That's a sweet ass right there... You like showing your dad that
hot ass, boy? Tell me..."

"Mmmm... yeah, Dad. "

Brandon began pushing back hard, thrusting his butt up. His crack was
completely hairless and it spread apart to reveal a tight, pink
hole. Knowing his ass was having an effect on his dad made his dick hard as
ever, and he couldn't help but stroke it while he pushed back on the bed.

"Finger that ass for me, boy..."

The boy reached between his spread legs and began to rub his smooth hole
with his fingers.

"Mmm, fuck. Get it wet, boy. Work a finger in there..."

Brandon sucked on his middle finger then brought it back to his hole,
spreading the spit in a circular motion and working out the tightness. He
slowly inserted his finger and let out an audible gasp.

Across the room, Mike licked his lips as he watched his son play with his
hole. His eyes were glued to the scene playing out in front of him and his
dick was gushing precum.

"Work that fuckin' asshole out, boy..."

Having worked his middle finger all the way in, Brandon now worked his
index finger in as well. His tight pink hole stretched to easily
accommodate both fingers. He'd played with himself before, but never in the
company of someone else, much less his father. The hotness of the situation
was getting to be too much. The boy bit his lip and shoved his face into
the sheets.

"Mmmm... Dad... I wanna cum," the boy moaned.

"Keep fingering that hole for me, boy," Mike growled. "Gonna make me
fuckin' shoot too..."

Brandon began to buck his hips back and forth, spreading his ass cheeks
wide and fingering his hole deep with both fingers. With his free hand he
stroked his throbbing dick. Peering upside down between his legs, he could
see his father across the room staring directly at him. Mike was jacking
his dick hard and rubbing his pec at the same time. Brandon knew they were
both very close.

"Hot fuckin' boy hole... That ass is mine, boy...Mmmmmm..."

Mike threw his head back and grunted. A thick glob of cum shot out of his
dick high in the air before landing on his stomach. Several spurts followed
as he emptied his balls on his chest.

Brandon whimpered and shot his own thick wad in long ropes across the
bed. After he'd finished unloading, the boy collapsed in exhaustion on the
wet sheets.

For a minute, both father and son were silent. The smell of cum was heavy
in the air. Mike stood up from the chair, cum dripping down his chest.
Brandon was still on his stomach recovering from his orgasm, but he could
tell his father was standing over him.

"Brand, we gotta get these sheets cleaned up. Then you need to figure out
what we're havin' for supper."

"Yes, sir."

"You alright, boy?'

"Yeah, just... tired..."

Mike laughed. "You wanna take a nap for a lil bit?"

Brandon looked up at his father and nodded.

Forgetting for the time being that they were both soaked in cum, Mike
pulled a sheet back and crawled in the bed. Brandon slid under the covers
next to him. Wrapping an arm around his son, Mike pulled Brandon on his
chest. Brandon fit perfectly here, and he loved the feeling of his dad's
muscular, hairy chest under him. In this position, their dicks were
virtually touching, and Brandon's seemed to be getting hard again already.
The boy rested his head against his father's neck. He was suddenly overcome
with the desire to kiss the man on the lips, but he knew this wouldn't
happen, so instead he lightly kissed along Mike's neck.

"Yeah, boy. Let's sleep a lil bit, then we'll figure out what's next."

Just after Brandon dozed off, Mike felt his phone buzz in his
pocket. Careful not to wake the boy up, he slipped the phone out and looked
at the text message.

It was Donna, his regular fuckbuddy: "Been a while babe. Wanna come over
tonight?"

Mike thought for a minute, then texted back: "Not tonight sorry"

He turned the phone off and set it aside.


To be continued.

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