Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2017 23:31:39 +0000 From: Rob Armstrong <robarmstrong26@hotmail.co.uk> Subject: SPIKES BOARDING HOUSE 4 SPIKES BOARDING HOUSE: CHAPTER 4: BRIAN MESSES THE BED THESE STORIES CONTAINS THEMES OF INCEST BETWEEN FATHERS, SONS AND/ OR GRANDSONS, WATERSPORTS AND DOMINATION. THESE CHARACTERS EXIST IN AN AIDS FREE, CONSEQUENCE FREE, FANTASY PARALLEL UNIVERSE AND ARE NOT TO BE EMULATED. THE AUTHOR IN NO WAY CONDONES UNDERAGE OR NON-CONSENSUAL SEX - THE ACTS HERE REPRESENT MERE FANTASY AND, IF ACTED UPON IN THE REAL WORLD, WOULD DESTROY LIVES AND NOTHING LESS. PLEASE SUPPORT NIFTY WITH YOUR DONATIONS AND KEEP THIS INCREDIBLE RESOURCE GOING. NB: See 'Spike's Piercing Parlour' series, November 24th 2012 and 'Spikle's Diaries' series, August 28th 2016 The author would like to thank the producers of FX's series, 'AHS: Hotel' as well as the creator of the gay sex tumblr 'The Lodging House' for inspiring this new series. Spike's Boarding House: Chapter Four - Brian Messes the Bed What Brian saw there, in the early hours gloom of that bedroom, his tired brain struggled to make sense of. Dad was on his stomach also, his face towards his son. He was snoring, yet wide awake. His eyes bulged in terror and his face was red as beet. A hand was clamped over his mouth and the only sounds he could make were those grunting snorts of pain... ...alternating with snorting grunts of something else... Some dark, heavy weight was pressing Dad down into the bed and causing it to rock and shake in a steady rythm, the old wooden headboard crashing repeatedly against the wall... ...and there, in the shadows beyond the bed... other, darker figures gathered to take their turn... Brian's eyes began to flutter closed again as his mind detatched and went sailing down the rapids in a rythmically bouncing boat that swept past tall dark stones gathered on the shore... ...his dad's face in his own, trying to warn him about some kind of problem with the boat... ...later... he would never be able to tell how much later... Bri found himself floating high above the bed... ...his arms and legs kicking out... ...afraid that he might fall... ...darn it, how did he get into these predicaments..? ....but it was only the bed down there... he'd have a soft landing... ...and so he let go... ...and the bed drifted closer... ...and he sank into it... ...he sank further into the swimming pool but he could breathe under water so that was okay... It was pleasant, floating there... drifting further down... watching the sunlight reflected from the bottomless depths he descended into... ...down, he went... ...down the rabbit hole... ...down... down... down... ...until he was laying face down on Phoebe... they were kissing deep, which was cool, something she normally wasn't into...her bikini top was off and... though her chest was flatter than he recalled... he loved feeling her nipples press into the palms of his hands as he groped her... ...couldn't help grinding his hardon into her pelvic bone... 'Be careful of the boat...' his Dad said, somewhere over to his right... Brian just nodded, not wanting to take his mouth off Phoebe to reply, enjoying all that hot tongue action... Phoebe's hair was raven black - when did she dye it from chesnut..? Her beard also was black, just as Brian remembered it from when he was sitting in the tin washtub... ...not 'he'; Brian, of course... but 'he'; the washtub cowboy... his shirt was off and Brian loved feeling his nipples press into the palms of his hands as he groped him... those hard caramel pecs... ...couldn't help grinding his hardon into his pelvic boner... ...the boner pressed back and ground against his own... ...as he broke the surface of the water in the creek... all those Abercrombie blond guys were horsing around him, including him in all their naughty reindeer games... ...the hot little fireplug guy from the cookout was frotting his boner hard into Bri... his eyes too bright... 'It's okay,' Brian assured him, 'you can do it with guys in a dream, that's allowed...' ...but Ethan Rokeby didn't look convinced... 'Be careful of the boat, Brian...' he replied... 'my dad isn't driving and neither is yours...' 'Well somebody has to be...' objected Brian... ...and he was alone in the creek... the hot blond studs were all gathered down the other end... splashing around... sitting on each other's shoulders and playfighting... cock-fighting... their boners were hugely long, throbbing against the necks of the guys whose shoulders they were perched upon... dripping streaks of precum all down their necks... '...and you see that one trail of sweat....' ...said Cleetus... '...running down your boy's thick, corded neck...' ...but it was okay, because Hal Rokeby caught the bead of sweat on Brian's nipple with his tongue... ...Brian moaned... begging him to lick harder and harder... ...but Hal went one better and bit down on that pert tit, chewing Brian into moans of ecstasy... ...and yet swim as hard as he might, he couldn't catch up with the wild dude orgy in the creek... ...exhausted he gave up and just floated... ...leaning against the wooden fence of the coral, listening to the stallions whinny and stamp the packed earth as they frolicked... though he couldn't actually see any of them... ...it was nighttime... cold... and his tits were sticking out like erasers... ...grazing the wooden fencing... ...kinda nice, actually... ...while over to the left, under the sycamores, the Rokeby family were fucking on a picnic table... ...Ethan lay on his back, Robbie riding his dick, moaning like a cowboy on a bronco, while Hal stood behind him mounting his boycunt also, his hot rod spurting endless streams of cum up the kid's chute alongside his older son's... Brian was at their side now... naked... rubbing his throbbing boner up against Hal Rokeby's bare flank... Hal's fucking motions causing the underside of Bri's dick to get swiped with all the back and forth and he could feel his cumgasm mounting in his loins... ....as he looked into Robbie's mouth, he marvelled at how it kept filling up with family sperm from the inside... like it was cumming up directly from their dicks, via his food tube... filling him up as fast as he could swallow... 'How do you do that..?' Brian asked him curiously. 'Well, it's your cum, dumbass,' Robbie replied between swallows,' from when you came in my mouth...'' ...oh yeah... he'd forgotten that Robbie had been sucking him off... FUCK but he had a mouth for fucking... yeaaaaaahhh... little whore... ...fuuuuuuck..... that little muscle-pussy sucked GOOOOD... ...that prime young jock ass weaving and teasing him... ...that scorching fifteen year old chute clenching his dick as he FUCKED that kid hard... 'Whooohoo!' shouted the washtub cowboy from the coral, 'Ride 'em, stud!' ...so Bri started frenching Robbie, to taste all that hot cum.... ...and the flavor of cum turned to the tang of shit... ...which was reasonable, thought Brian when he pulled his head back... if you were eating a guy's asshole you had to expect to taste a little shit... ...Hal Rokeby had a very tasty hole, so Brian went back to it and tried to get his tongue as far up that shitter as he could... oink... oink... oink... and was rewarded with some stiff turd to suck... ...mmmmm.... yeaaaahhhh.... ...pigggyyyy.... ...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....... ...licklicklicklicklicklicklicklicklicklicklicklicklicklicklicklick.... ...sucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksuck.... ...oinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoink...! 'It's called pig-sex,' Cleetus informed him, as he fucked Brian's dad hard over the fence, a hand clamped over Rick's mouth... ...Rick's eyes staring and fixed in terror, his face red... ...something about a boat... ...but his dick tasted of Hal's shit, when Brian sucked off his dad for the first time... ...mmmmmm.... Dad's juicy, throbbing dick gettin wet in his own son's mouth... kinky... .....mmmmmmmmmmmmore... moooore.... cummmm in my mmmouth, Daddy... SPURT SPURT SPURT SPURT SWALLOW DRINK... PISSSSSSS..... GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! ...Cleetus's cum and hot dirty piss were different... but his dick also tasted of Dad's shit... ...mmmmmmmmm...... Dad's hole was super loosened up by now and Brian was able to get his tongue way... way up in there, damn near prodding that tasty prostate with his tonguetip... ...damn if Dad's hole didn't taste better than Hal's... ...though Cleetus's hot hairy hole just tasted of sweat... ...and who was that licking at his own hole... DAMN that felt GOOOOOD... ...oh, it was okay... it was just some big 'ol bird dog... ...damn that animal had a LOOOOONG tongue... ...Brian groaned into the washtub cowboy's mouth as he fed him all the different flavors on his toungue... ...that dog tongue now poking up Brian's hole... 'Feels good, doesn't it?' asked the cowboy, 'let him do it...' 'Huh?' 'The dog... let him fuck you... it's hot... look...' ...over by the picnic table, all the Rokeby's were bent over getting fucked by dobermanns... tongueing each other's faces as they enjoyed getting dog-raped... one by one they threw their heads back in agony as they got knotted.... ...and then started frenching both each other and the dogs... ...Brian's dick felt ready to burst... 'Fuck, that does look hot... dirty and hot...' 'Dirty IS hot,' replied the cowboy with a leer, and sucked Brian's tongue into his mouth again... ...as that dog dick thrust in all the way... the knot beginning to grow and swell... 'Arghhhh.... arghhhh....' complained Brian... 'Keep it together, stud... kiss me and let it go...' ...and the cowboy got him through it... in no time Brian was moaning like a bitch.... ...he opened his eyes, blissed out, as the dog cored him out good... 'Why are you so beautiful, Phoebe..?' ...the cowboy smiled... 'Name's Eddie, stud,' he corrected... 'Eddie Bearquiver...' ...beautiful Eddie... 'Is that a HORSE fucking you, Eddie..?' ...Eddie smiled... 'Nah, that's my dad... we're Cheyenne... horse is his spirit animal...' he grunted, '...he's sure hung like one...' ...and sure enough the handsome older cowboy was fucking his son hard, both Brian and Eddie bent over the fencing of the coral... ...Brian felt his orgasm build... and build... ...he wanted to cum between the hard caramel pecs of his cowboy... ...but instead they were the hairy buns of his dad in the bed next to him... ...Brian was lifted, his dick aimed... and they lowered him face down on top of his struggling father... ....helping hands spread Rick's ass... ...so his son could plunge his dick deep into his puffy, used-looking hole... PLUNGE! RRRRRIPPPP! DRIVE! WOOOF! Dad cried out in pain... AAAARGHH! OOOF! whimper... UNGHHHHHHH! UNGHH! UNGHH! UNGHH! UNGHH! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! WOOOOOFF!!! 'RAPE ME, SON!' 'RAPE YOUR FATHER'S ASS!' UNGHH! UNGHH! UNGHH! UNGHH! 'RAPE MY SON! RAPE HIS STRAIGHT, FATHER-RAPIN HOLE!' ...and suddenly Cleetus's dick was rooted up Brian's quivering boycunt, driving him deeper into Dad... ...causing the jock to work his hips faster... ...And finally Brian cried out his release as he pumped his dad in a frenzy, without mercy.... causing his dad to scream in excited outrage at the violation as he emptied his seed deep up his burning cunt.... and Cleetus... then the Mongolian... then Rokeby... all filling his hole.... until Brian errupted again and again... Brian opened his eyes sharply. It was daytime and he was still releasing his load into the bedsheets beneath him, flooding his crotch. Shit! He hadn't had a wet dream since he was fourteen... Ugh. What a horrible, sticky mess - and with Dad in the bed right next to him! Hopefully still asleep. He looked around, but mercifully Dad had got up before him and was nowhere to be seen. Geeez... he musta drunk more beer than he thought, last night, his mouth tasted of SHIT. It wasn't until Brian tried to sit up that he noticed the awful burning in his jockhole. CHRIST, it stung like a muther! Brian lay on his side and tried to remember what had happened... he knew he'd had one FREAKY ass dream... something to do with Phoebe and his dad and boats... but the details were foggy... Brian could only assume that, as well as puking up, some of that cookout food had given him a really bad case of the shits... it was the only thing that could explain why he could barely walk... FUCK this FUCKING boarding house, FUCK its weirdness, FUCK it's dirty bathroom and FUCK its fucking food poisoning... It was no wonder, really. This whole place was dirty. Dirty IS hot. Huh? Where had that come from? Well. He couldn't stay here all day. Wincing and limping, Brian struggled to his feet, reeling from the after-effects all that beer. The first thing he had to do was brush his teeth and get that FOUL taste outta his mouth... When Brian made it downstairs he was shocked to discover it was nearly midday. What the fuck? Where had Dad gotten off to? Cleetus answered his knock at the office door. 'Your dad had to go back to my grampappy's gas stop,' he explained, 'some problem with your truck. Transmission or some shit, I don't know - I ain't no mechanic.' Brian thanked him and, as soon as the door closed in his face, decided he didn't believe a word of it. There was something about that Cleetus he just didn't trust. When he stepped outside and tried the ignition, however, the engine turned over once and then just plain died. Fuck. Another night in this place? FUCK. Painfully he made his way over to a picnic table and gently landed his ass onto the bench. He put his head in his hands and tried desperately to recall his lost night. The details still eluded him but he was left with the impression of something... disturbing... That was when he noticed he was rock hard in his shorts. Because it had been disturbing but... highly... erotic... He was still sitting there, pondering, when Manny the Mongolian happened by on his way to the grill to start lunch. 'Hey, kid,' the big guy greeted him, 'Too bad, heard about your truck.' Brian shrugged ruefully, wondering if he oughta tell the guy about his bout of food poisoning. 'You seen my dad today?' he asked him instead. Manny nodded. 'Yeah, Eddie Bearquiver and his dad Ralph took him inta town...' Brian nodded and thanked him. Manny went on his way. Brian's head went back into his hands. Then he raised it again. Suddenly. And he froze. Eddie Bearquiver. Stains before him now on the picnic table. Cum stains? Claw marks in the wood. Dog claws? Brian just sat there. Thunderstruck. ...And he remembered.