Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2014 23:50:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Bruno Boyd <bruno.boyd@yahoo.com>
Subject: What Brandon Needs- Part 8

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 Eight


There were three things Mike liked about spending time in the gym.

First, it naturally gave him the chance to do what he'd done best for
twenty-something years: sculpt his body. Even though he had some pretty
good workout equipment at home, he still managed to make it to the gym at
least twice a week to get in a serious workout.

Second, lifting weights not only kept up his body, it helped to clear his
mind. It didn't matter whether it was a bad day at work, worries about his
son, or problems with a woman, pumping iron was the best therapy.

And in addition to keeping his body in powerhouse shape, going to the gym
allowed Mike to do the one thing he liked best: show off. Sometime in his
late teenage years, he'd realized that a well-built body attracted positive
attention. This discovery flipped a switch that fueled Mike's ego to this
very day.

Over the years he'd gotten used to the admiring gazes from men and women
alike. Unlike some of the meatheads at the gym, Mike knew how to show off
in a subtle, confident manner. He was never cocky, just always
self-assured. He didn't slam weights like a moron or make a lot of
noise. He didn't feel the need to high-five or be part of the "bro"
crowd. And unlike some of the younger guys lately, Mike never took selfies
in the gym. It was this brand of cool confidence that made him the idol of
any gym he'd ever set foot in.

In fact, the gym Mike went to most often let him in for free. This was
partly because he'd known the owner many years, and partly because they
knew he would attract other fitness enthusiasts. He was a walking
advertisement for what could be achieved in the gym with the right level of
dedication.

Mike watched intently in a mirror facing the squat rack as he pushed
himself under the barbell. On his final set, he inhaled and lifted up,
balancing just over 400lbs on his upper back. He carefully lowered himself
almost all the way to the floor, then grunted as he rose back up,
completing five perfect reps. Around him a few guys had stopped what they
were doing and were watching. Some were studying how he maintained such
perfect form while others were just admiring the show. This kind of
discipline, they all understood, was how the hottest body in the room was
molded.

As soon he rested the barbell back on the pegs, he instantly became aware
of the person standing at the rack just next to his.

"That was awesome, dude."

It was a guy, possibly late teens or early twenties, although it was hard
to tell considering his fairly impressive build. He was wearing a baseball
cap- snapback style- and a tank top.

"Thanks," Mike replied. He tended to keep conversation with strangers at
the gym to a minimum, but this one seemed eager.

"Seriously man," the young man continued. "I need some inspiration for my
lower body workouts."

Mike took a drink from his water bottle. He was trying to look
disinterested, which wasn't hard to do.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Totally. Fucked up my knee last year and been tryin' to get back to
normal. But hey, my normal ain't gonna be like yours, I'll tell you that
much." The kid chuckled and shook his head.

Mike couldn't help but grin.

"Well... keep it up is all I can say, bud." He started to turn away.

"You're here a lot aren't you," the young man continued. "Think I've seen
you talking to some of the hot girls in here."

"Yeah, there's a few..." Mike was looking for a way out.

"Listen, man. If it's not too forward- it'd be cool to get some pointers
from you, anything. Been working with a physical therapist, strength coach,
you name it. But if you wouldn't mind giving me some tips or
something... be fuckin' awesome."

Mike wiped a drop of sweat from brow with his finger and looked at the kid.

"Gotta be honest with you- not real into bein' a personal trainer for
free."

The kid gestured with his hands as if there had been a
misunderstanding. "Hey man, it's all good." He looked around, making sure
no one was listening, then lowered his voice: "Honestly dude, I'd be
willing to pay or... something... if you're down."

Mike had to stifle a laugh. It certainly wasn't the first time he'd been
asked for help training in the gym, but when it came with a proposition
like this, it always made his day.

"We'll see," Mike said. "Like you said, I'm around."

"Sweet," the young man replied. He stuck out his hand. "By the way, I
didn't catch your name...?"

"Mike."

"Cool, cool. I'm Caleb."

For a brief second Mike didn't make the connection. As they shook hands,
his eyes glanced at the young man's tank top, emblazoned with the logo of
the same high school his son went to. Mike's mind raced to Brandon and the
connection to the jock standing before him. This fucker was the one that
had caused his kid so much torment.

"Caleb?" he asked. The kid nodded.

"Lemme ask you something," Mike continued. "How'd you hurt that knee?"

"Playin' football, dude. Last season. Tore the ligaments in my right
knee. I mean, good thing it was senior year and the final game, but
still... I'm already signed to play in college later this year so I need to
get in shape, know what I mean? Trainers say if I keep working out I'll be
ready by fall, but I gotta stay on it..."

As he babbled on about his sports injury, Caleb noticed Mike taking more of
an interest, but he couldn't have guessed why. Mike felt his face getting
red with rage. He tried his best to play it off and suppressed the urge to
grab the jock by the throat. An idea popped into his head.

"Listen, Caleb. If you wanna come back tomorrow around closing time we can
go over a few things, maybe work on your form."

"Closing time?" Caleb asked.

"Yeah, I'm tight with the owner. I got keys to the place so I can lock up
when we're done. Easier that way, you know?"

Caleb couldn't believe his luck. "Sounds awesome, man. Lookin' forward to
it."

The two shook hands.


Back at the house, Brandon stood alone in his room in front of a
full-length mirror hanging on his closet door. He was wearing only a pair
of small, tight, blue briefs. He'd bought the underwear online just a week
before, choosing them because he thought they were cute. They looked like
something a twink should wear. Running his hands across his slim, smooth
torso, he examined himself closely in the mirror.

It had been a few days now, but his last encounter with his father was
fresh on his mind. He could be wrong, he thought, but it seemed like his
dad was actually turned on by his body. Remembering Mike's words that night
as he watched his son- ass in the air, fingering himself- caused Brandon's
cock to grow in his cute new briefs. That night was a turning point as far
as Brandon was concerned. And even though his father had grown distant the
last few days (as he always seemed to after they messed around), Brandon
was hooked now. There was something more to this than just sex. And more
importantly, he was graduating from high school in a couple of weeks and
heading to college at the end of the summer. Time was running out.

He knew his father would be home from the gym soon, and he wanted to be
ready.


But Mike didn't come straight home from the gym. Instead he drove around
town, thinking about what had just happened at the gym. He thought about
the events of the last several weeks, how his life had changed, and how it
would change after Brandon left for college. Somewhere deep down, Mike
carried a sense of guilt for how he'd raised Brandon as a single
father. Through the years, he'd always been so damn busy with work, the
gym, women, whatever... And now his only son would be gone before he knew
it. Maybe that was why he'd allowed things to unfold as they had
lately. Maybe he was making up for lost time?

And what if he'd been more involved this whole time? Maybe then Brandon
wouldn't have been bullied like he had by punks like Caleb. All the signs
were there, after all. Mike just chose not to see. But now the opportunity
had presented itself and he knew he had to do something about this Caleb
situation.

Mike pulled into the parking lot of his favorite sports bar and dialed a
number in his cell phone.

"Hey, Frank," he said into the phone. "You busy, man?"

Half an hour later Mike and his friend sat by themselves at a quiet end of
the bar eating burgers. Frank and Mike went way back. The two had played
high school football together and developed a close, brotherly bond that
lasted through the years. In fact, Frank was the father of Brandon's friend
Max.

The men's friendship surprised few because they were remarkably similar,
yet in many ways they were a study in contrasts. Whereas Mike had always
personified a brawny, all-American type with his tall build and light brown
hair, Frank was shorter with the typical darker Italian-American
complexion. The one physical feature they shared were powerful bodies that
came as the result of years of working out.

Frank had gone off to an Ivy League college, eventually moving back a few
years ago and starting a successful tech company. Mike, on the other hand,
had gone the blue-collar route of working his way up in the construction
business. Both liked toys with big engines, although Mike preferred big
trucks and Frank liked motorcycles.

Both men were married early and raised their sons as a single fathers. Like
Brandon, Max didn't like girls, a fact both men knew but never discussed.

As they ate and chugged beer, Mike told Frank that his son being bullied,
for what reason, and how he had just come face-to-face with the punk behind
it. But Mike wasn't sharing this information to gossip- far from it. He
needed a favor.

"Look Mike, I hear what you're sayin' man, but what's it got to do with
me?" Frank asked. "I mean- no offense- but this sounds like Brandon's
problem, am I right?"

"No doubt," Mike replied.

"C'mon, the boys are graduating in what- two weeks? What's the point of
messing with this jackass? "

Mike finished off the last swig of his beer. "The point is this: once upon
a time, you and me both were a lot like this prick. Swaggering around
school beatin' the crap outta queers or whatever we called them. But now
it's our kids on the receiving end of this bullshit and we can do something
about it. It might sound stupid, but it's our chance to make this right by
our boys."

Frank chuckled. "What are you sayin'? You gonna kick the guy's ass tomorrow
night at the gym? You think that's gonna solve Brandon's problem?"

"Nope," Mike said. He looked around to make sure no one was
listening. "Listen, I've got this prick figured out. All I need is your
help."

"What exactly do you want from me, Mike?"

"You run a high-tech company. You understand computers, cameras, that kinda
stuff."

Frank nodded. "Yeah, so?"

"I need some equipment tomorrow."


By the time he got home, the house was dark and Mike assumed Brandon had
already gone to bed. He made his way to his bedroom and shut the door
behind him. His computer was in the corner on small desk. Still in his gym
clothes, he sat in a chair and brought up his favorite porn site. He pulled
off his sweaty T-shirt.

Images of naked, big-breasted girls dressed as cheerleaders flashed
onscreen. It had been a couple of days since he last got off. He quickly
found a video he hadn't seen before featuring two hot girls sucking one guy
off. Mike pushed his shorts down just enough to free his already-hard dick.

Meanwhile, in the quiet of his bedroom Brandon lay awake. When he finally
heard his father come in through the garage, he hopped out of bed, still
wearing only his new blue briefs.

The boy tiptoed quietly down the hall to his father's bedroom, but found he
was too late. The door was closed. He waited a few minutes to see if he
would come out, then pressed his ear to the door. He heard sounds- female
voices, moans. For a second he wondered if his dad had brought a woman
home, but soon recognized the sounds as coming from the computer. He slowly
turned the doorknob and pushed the door slightly open.

In the flickering light of the dark room, he could see his father slouched
shirtless in his chair watching two women service a man. Mike's left hand
was behind his head and his right was stroking his long, thick
cock. Brandon was unsure what to do. He was both dismayed and incredibly
turned on. The unfolding scene once again left no doubt that his father was
a straight man, interested in sex with females (and clearly younger, buxom
women, at that). But if the last few weeks had taught Brandon anything, it
was that Mike could be turned on by at least one particular boy.

A couple of minutes into the scene, as precum began to form on his dick,
Mike realized he wasn't alone in his bedroom. He glanced over his shoulder
and saw a silhouette standing a few feet away. Startled, he pulled his
shorts up over his cock and switched on the desk lamp. Brandon stood there
in only his underwear, with his dick bulging inside.

"Brandon!" Mike blurted. "What the fuck?"

The boy seemed surprised by the outburst and took a couple of steps back.

"Jesus Christ, you gotta knock first, you know that!" Mike continued. "What
the hell you doin'?"

Brandon answered in a soft, shaky voice: "I heard you come in... I thought
it might be ok..."

"What? Comin' in my room watchin' me jerk off? Brandon sometimes you gotta
use common sense. I thought you were asleep..."

There was a momentary awkward silence broken only by the moaning of a girl
being orally pleasured onscreen. Brandon glanced down and saw his father's
fully erect dick tenting in his gym shorts.

Mike was caught off guard. A lot had happened tonight, and he wasn't sure
where this was headed.

"Brandon, listen. There are gonna be some nights where I wanna do my own
thing, you know? You gotta remember I have my own needs too. You
understand?"

The boy nodded. He looked down for a moment, then spoke: "But maybe I could
help you..."

"Huh?" Mike asked. "What are you talkin' about?"

Brandon took several steps forward and stood directly in front of the older
man. Once again he was overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of the man that was
his father. Even in the soft light, Mike's hairy pecs glistened under a
thin layer of sweat. Brandon swore he saw them flex as though his dad was
showing off for him.

This time, Brandon didn't wait for direction. He slowly lowered himself to
his knees in front of the chair.

"Brand, c'mon... we don't need to do this." Mike was unconvincing in his
plea.

His eyes now fixed on his father's crotch, Brandon carefully slid his
fingers into the waistband of Mike's shorts and gently tugged. Mike didn't
budge.

"I've been thinking about it Brandon, and I just don't know..."

Mike's legs were spread. Ever bolder, Brandon leaned in and kissed the
outline of the man's dick in his shorts. Mike exhaled deeply, his head
thrown back. He raised himself up ever so slightly, allowing the boy to
pull the shorts down and around his legs. Brandon's eyes widened at the
sight before him: his father now sat wearing only a jockstrap.

It looked like the jockstrap had seen a lot of workouts. The fabric was
worn and Mike's cock was now too big for the pouch so it poked out the
top. Brandon reached forward with his hands and carefully began an
up-and-down movement through the fabric.

Looking up at his father, he saw both of the man's hands were now behind
his head, exposing his moist, hairy pits. Mike bit his lip and stared at
the ceiling, as though he were having second thoughts.

Brandon leaned in again, burying his face in the pouch and kissing his way
along the outline of Mike's dick. A strong scent of pure man emanating from
Mike's crotch made the boy's cock throb in his tight little briefs.

Brandon realized that if he lifted the fabric and strap he could slip his
dad's big dick out the side of the pouch. He firmly grabbed hold of the
Mike's cock and began to stroke. A drop of clear precum was visible on the
tip. Reaching inside the fabric he was also able to free Mike's heavy
balls. They were hairy and dangled low. Brandon lowered his face and
pressed his nose on them, breathing deeply. He took long swipes with his
tongue, eagerly licking the sweat off of them. Carefully, he took one of
the balls in his mouth and gently slurped on it. Fully aware that he owed
his very life to these two orbs, he began to make love to them.

Mike let out a soft moan. He was back to watching the scene unfolding on
the screen: the man was now orally pleasuring one woman while being
serviced by the other. As Brandon began to take his father's dick in his
mouth, Mike placed his hand on the boy's head, softly stroking his hair.

"Yeah, that's it," he whispered. "Suck it..."

Although it seemed odd, Brandon still didn't mind that his dad was watching
porn while being serviced. If anything, it elevated Mike's masculinity and
even turned the boy on. Brandon took the tip in his mouth and sucked ever
so slightly, just enough to savor the precum oozing out Mike's piss hole.

"Ohhh, fuck..."

Once he had thoroughly cleaned the tip, Brandon began the process of
attempting to swallow the member. He'd done this a couple of times already
but each time was an entirely new experience. First he worked his lips
halfway down the shaft, using his hand to stroke the rest. Because his
mouth was watering so much, the entire cock was soon coated in spit,
heightening Mike's sensation as the stroking and sucking increased.

With the boy's head bobbing up and down in his lap, Mike stayed focused on
the action streaming across the screen. He tried to imagine it was one of
those girls giving him a blowjob. He tried to imagine that he was that
man. But it was to no avail.

This feeling was unlike any he'd ever experienced- physically and
mentally. Online, the scene was ending as all three players reached their
climax. Suddenly the room became quiet except for Brandon's slurping
sounds. Mike looked down at his son worshipping his manhood. This felt
right. He gave in.

"Mmmmm, damn..."

Brandon gave his father's cock a few long strokes using his spit as a
natural lube, then inhaled and began to work his lips all the way down the
shaft. The further he went, the boy gagged slightly but never
stopped. Slobber gushed down Mike's cock and over his balls. Using the palm
of his hand, Mike pushed down on Brandon's head. Soon, Brandon felt his
lips touching his father's ball sack: he had swallowed the entire
member. With his dick now nestled in his son's throat, Mike bucked his hips
instinctively and growled loudly.

"Suck that fuckin' dick, boy..."

Holding his mouth deep on Mike's cock, Brandon's face turned beet red and
for a second he thought he might pass out. He remembered to breathe through
his nose. And yet his own cock throbbed and spurted precum in his
underwear. He would have jerked off right then but his mind was too focused
on worshipping the cock in front of him. Without warning, Mike grabbed a
handful of hair and pulled the boy up. Brandon gasped for air but never
took his grip from his dad's dick.

"Fuuuck, you alright boy?"

"Uh huh," was all Brandon could muster as he wiped a glob of spit from his
face. He leaned back on his heels so he could take in the view: his dad was
covered in sweat, his cock fully engorged and dripping precum. He was still
wearing the jockstrap, which sent Brandon into overdrive.

The boy spread Mike's legs apart and lowered his face to his father's
testicles. Mike slid further down the chair and lifted one leg, resting it
on the desk. This repositioning gave Brandon easy access to the underside
of the man's ball sack. Brandon inhaled deeply and swiped underneath with
his tongue. Mike's asscrack, perfectly framed by the jockstrap, was in
sight. The taste and smell in this area was unlike anything else, and
Brandon was hooked on it.

"Yeah, you like that don't you, baby?" Mike growled. He scooted down
further still and lifted his other leg on the desk.

Brandon was now looking squarely at his father's exposed ass, inches from
his face. In the dim light he could barely see the tight man hole deep in
the hairy crevice. The boy's dick ached inside his underwear and he felt
precum streaming out.

"Bet you wanna get in there, don't you?"

Using both hands to pry Mike's beefy ass cheeks apart, Brandon licked all
the way from his hole up to his balls. He repeated this several times,
getting off on Mike's growls every time. Brandon was sure this experience
was enhanced by the fact that Mike had worked out earlier and hadn't yet
showered. The taste was intoxicating, the smell overpowering. He darted his
tongue in and out of his father's hole.

"Oh fuck, yes... Brandon... Mmmmm...."

Leaning back up, Brandon licked all the way up the shaft and began sucking
Mike's throbbing cock again. At the same time, he began rubbing the man's
hot hole with his left thumb. This was a bold move in itself. He knew his
father wouldn't want to be fingered, but he couldn't help playing with
it. He sucked on his thumb to get it wetter then returned it to the hole,
working it out further, all the while deep throating the man's cock.

After a minute or so, he returned to licking out Mike's hole but continued
stroking his leaking dick with his right hand. This combination of
sensations was sending Mike over the edge. Brandon slurped wildly with his
face buried in the hot man ass.

"Ohhh fuuuuck, boy..."

Sensing his father couldn't hold out much longer, Brandon positioned his
face directly in front of Mike's pulsating cock. He opened his mouth.

Mike threw his head back and thrust his dick forward. His body trembled and
he let out a deep groan.

"Mmmmmm fuuuckkk..."

A fountain of jizz erupted. Thick ropes, one after the other, rained down
on Brandon's face and splashed on the carpet around him. The boy had no
idea such a thing was possible. He tried desperately to catch what he could
in his mouth or at least on his face. What cum did land in his mouth he
savored and gulped down.

Watching his father lost in orgasm, Brandon was overcome with a sense of
pleasure. Happiness. Fulfillment. It was then that he noticed his own
briefs were soaked. Once again, the boy had jizzed without touching
himself.

After the euphoria subsided Mike lifted himself off the chair. His big dick
dangled out of the side of his jockstrap. With the back of his hand he
wiped the sweat from his brow. His son was still squatting on the floor,
covered in ropes of cum.

"Whew," Mike whispered.

He held out his hand and helped pull the boy up off the floor. Glancing
down he saw Brandon's underwear appeared wet.

"I guess we both enjoyed that," he said. "I'm glad."

"Yeah, Dad," Brandon whimpered. "I just want to make you happy."

"Why, boy? You know you don't have to do that."

Brandon blushed.

"I know, Dad. But I feel like it's what I'm supposed to do. Like... please
you and stuff."

At almost a foot taller, Mike towered over his son. He pulled him in close
and hugged him tight against his naked body. He didn't even care that he
was getting cum all over him. In the back of his mind he thought about the
events of the day and of the last few months. For once in his life, he was
going to try and do right by Brandon.

"C'mon boy. You got school tomorrow. Time for a shower."

Brandon couldn't believe his ears. "You mean, like, together?"

"Yeah, boy. C'mon."

They walked in Mike's bathroom together. Brandon could feel his dick
getting hard again.

Mike turned back to face his son.

"By the way- cute underwear."


To be continued.


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