Date: Sun, 4 Jul 1999 23:42:30 EDT From: Roger Neon Subject: "Brad & Marty" The following is a fictional story involving fictional characters from the television series "Home Improvement." It is intended for the entertainment of consenting adults in the privacy of their homes, and if you object to or offended by descrptions of sexual acts between consenting adults, do not read any further. The sexual orientation and practices depicted in this story do not in any way suggest or reflect the actions or orientations of the characters or the actors who portray these characters. BRAD AND UNCLE MARTY Brad Taylor walked downstairs in just his athletic shorts on a quiet, sunny Saturday afternoon, rejoicing that he would have the house to himself for several hours. His younger brothers both had weekend jobs now, his mother Jill was studying at the university library, and his father Tim was at the studio with Al, repairing the damage from yet another disastrous taping of "Tooltime." Over the past couple years, Brad had lost most of his boyishness, and at 18, had grown into a tall, handsome, and sexy young man. From a distance, he looked completely smooth, but a closer inspection would reveal that his legs were covered with a fine dusting of blonde hair, and a "love trail" of silky hair ran from between his nicely formed pecs, down his hard stomach, disappearing into the waistband of his red shorts. Brad was especially excited this time because he had managed to get his hands on two recent issues of "Playgirl" magazine. From as far back as he could remember, he had never missed a chance to see a man naked, or at least shirtless, and the thought of a nice long j/o session with two magazines full of naked, sexy men was causing the front of his shorts to bulge prominently. Yes, he had a girlfriend, but his activities with her never went beyond some fully-clothed making out. She thought he was just being a gentleman by not trying to go further, but the truth was he really had no desire to. He had done a lot of jacking off after dates, but his fantasies then involved some of his soccer teammates and younger male teachers, not girls. He jumped onto the couch, spread his legs, and started to look at the first magazine. The first photo spread was of a darkhaired man with a hairy chest and legs, the second was of a blonde a bit like Brad, and the third was a very sexy Asian. Just a quick look at these hot men had Brad's dick rock hard, and he slipped his shorts down to set it free. His dick was about seven inches long, and it arched up towards his stomach when it was hard. Surrounding it was a thick blonde bush, and he loved to run his fingers through his pubic hair as he stroked. Getting very excited, he spread his legs wider and leaned his head back with his eyes closed. As he jacked himself harder, he tried to imagine what it would be like with one of those men for real, instead of just in a magazine... first the hairy guy, then the blonde, then the Asian, and finally all three. The session was turning into one of the hottest he could remember when it all came to a crashing and terrifying halt at the sound of someone tapping on the patio door. Brad's eyes flew open in sheer terror, but he quickly pulled up his shorts with one hand and tried to push the magazines under a sofa cushion with the other. This all happened very quickly, and he was somewhat relieved to see his cute uncle Marty standing at the door. It was still extremely embarrassing, but it was better to be caught by an uncle than a parent or neighbor. Still, Brad's face was very red as he stepped over to open the door. With his shorts still bulging slightly, Brad managed to say "hi Uncle Marty. C'mon in." Marty seemed somewhat embarrassed himself, but he said "thanks Brad. You home alone?" Brad answered "yeah I have the house to myself for the afternoon. Do you want a soda or something?" Marty answered "sure. Whatever you got." Brad brought two sodas from the fridge, handed one to Marty, then led the way back to the couch, taking care to sit on the cushion where he had hidden the magazines. "So what brings you over today, Uncle Marty?" he asked. Marty answered "oh, Nancy and I had another fight. It seems like all we do is fight these days, and I just had to get out for a little while." "I'm sorry to hear that, Uncle Marty" Brad said, "it must be rough." Marty looked at his handsome, nearly-grown nephew and said, "Thanks Brad, but it just now occurs to me that since you're a young man now, and you're already taller than me, why don't you just call me 'Marty?'" I think you can drop the 'Uncle' part." "OK sure, uh unc- I mean Marty," Brad answered. "You said 'another fight.' Does that mean you and Aunt Nancy really fight a lot?" "Yeah it does," Marty said, "fight is all we seem to do anymore. We haven't even been sleeping in the same room for over a year now." Brad was so surprised by this statement that he was silent for a moment, but an idea was forming in the back of his mind. "You don't even sleep together.....?" he asked. "No, never. And Brad, I know what you were doing on the couch when I came to the door. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, and to be honest, jacking off is just about the only release I have these days myself." The Bulge in Brad's red shorts hadn't gone down completely during this conversation, and it in fact had started to grow slightly as he talked to his cute uncle. Marty was wearing a tank top and somewhat baggy shorts, but Brad thought he could see something of a bulge in them. Brad started to rub the bulge in his own shorts with one hand and said "Marty, how'd you like to get off right now? I think you could really use it." Marty was silent, unable to speak. His heart was pounding and he was overcome with a sensation of lust unlike anything he had experienced before. His cock, which was already stirring, began to harden in his shorts. "Well?" Brad asked. Marty still was still unable to speak, but his hand went involuntarily to his crotch. That was all the answer Brad needed. In a second, he was next to his uncle on the couch with one hand sliding up the inside of Marty's thigh, and the other reaching under his tank top in search of a nipple. Fingers came into contact with nipple and balls at the same time, and Marty was finally able to utter a moan as waves of lust and months of pent-up sexual frustration collided in his body. His cock was instantly harder than he could ever remember it being, and he reached out to touch his nephew's hard, young body. Brad moaned softly as Marty's fingers found his nipple and squeezed it gently. Brad slipped both hands under Marty's tank top and pulled it off in one quick move. He was the larger of the two so it was no problem for him to put both arms around Marty to pull him close, then to lie back with him on top. For both men the sensation of their bare chests in direct contact was incredible, and while they still had their shorts on, they could feel their hard cocks rubbing together. Marty softly kissed his way up Brad's neck, but wasn't sure what to do when his lips came close to Brad's. That question was answered when Brad put his hand on the back of his uncle's head and gently pushed down until their lips pressed together. That began a slow, indescribably hot kiss as Brad pulled their bodies even closer, working his tongue into Marty's mouth, sliding his hands down his back, and slipping his hands under his shorts to cup his asscheeks in his hands. Marty raised up enough that Brad could get his hands into his shorts and push them down. Marty kicked them off, then slid down far enough to slip his hands into Brad's shorts and pull them off. For the first time the two men were totally naked, and were also for the first time discovering how hot and sexy another man's body is. Brad was larger all the way around than his uncle, but Marty's body was trim and no less sexy, his reddish brown body hair contrasting with his nephew's blonde hair. Marty's cock was almost exactly the same size and shape as Brad's, and both men moaned in pleasure as he reached down to stroke and rub their cockheads together. Marty kissed Brad again, then started following his "love trail" of blonde hair, but there were no shorts in the way this time, and the trail branched out into Brad's thick blonde pubic bush. Marty rubbed his face in it, inhaling the musky, yet clean smell of his nephew's crotch. He had always wondered what a guy's dick would taste like, and now he had the chance to find out. He opened his mouth wide, and swallowed as much of Brad's cock as he could, then slowly slid his mouth up to the head, and remembering that was the most sensitive spot, flicked his tongue under the base of Brad's dickhead. Brad was groaning and thrusting his pelvis as Marty sucked and stroked. Before long, his balls drew up, and he shouted "I'm gonna cum!" A few seconds later, Marty's mouth was so full of cum that he couldn't swallow it all, and some leaked out around his lips. Brad took a moment as his breathing slowed down, then said "that was incredible!" Then he moved towards his cute uncle, and gently pushed him onto his back. He started on Marty's lower leg, kissing and licking all the way up, passing near his cock, but not touching it, and then working down the other leg. Marty was squirming by now, and Brad flicked his tongue around Marty's balls. By then Marty was really squirming, and Brad finally opened his mouth and sucked his dick in. He worked up and down, flicking his tongue all the way around Marty's shaft, drawing up so far that he had only the tip in his mouth, then sliding back down again. It took a little longer, but soon Marty's balls were pulled up tight, and a few seconds later he shot his huge load down Brad's throat. As he caught his breath, Marty said "I haven't cum like that more than once or twice in my entire life! That was amazing!" They laid down together, snuggling for some time, but Brad was 18, and even after shooting a huge load, his dick was still hard. In the next hour, Marty got three more loads out of Brad's dick, and shot one more of his own. They were just catching their breath when they heard Jill's Nomad in the driveway. In almost no time, they had their clothes back on, and when Jill walked in, it looked as if the two of them had been watching television for most of the afternoon. Fortunately, a game was just ending, and it gave Marty an excuse to leave. Jill asked him if he'd like to stay for dinner, but he said "no thanks Jill, I really need to get home, but I enjoyed spending the afternoon with Brad." Then, looking a Brad, he said "we'll have to do it again sometime soon." Brad answered "I sure hope so, Marty, and real soon!" Marty gave him a quick wink and turned to leave. Jill said "I don't think I've seen him in that good of a mood for a long time. He really must have enjoyed himself!" BRAD AND MARTY - PART TWO Brad Taylor was almost home from his job at the mall when he spotted his cute uncle Marty's car in front of the house. He immediately remembered the incredibly hot time he had had with Marty about a week back, and his cock twitched in his shorts. In fact, "immediately remembered" wasn't really an accurate description of his thoughts, as he had thought about practically nothing else since! The memories had sustained him through countless jackoff sessions, but while it felt great to stroke by himself, he now realized there was no substitute for another man's naked body. He had just a tiny apprehension that maybe someone had seen him and Marty together, and that his father was calling Marty to account for it. So, he entered the house cautiously. His father Tim and his mother Jill were in the midst of a serious discussion with Marty at the dining room table, but when they looked up, he knew immediately that they weren't talking about him. "Hi everybody, what's going on?" he asked as he came into the room. Tim said "Brad, come out into the garage with me for a minute. I need to talk to you." Brad said "OK, Dad," and followed his father to the garage, wondering just exactly what was happening, and if, after all, he might be in trouble. In the garage Tim said "Brad, your Uncle Marty and Aunt Nancy are having some marital problems, and he needs a place to stay until he can get a place of his own. Would you mind if we set up a bed for him in your room for a few days? I know you waited a long time for a room of your own, but this won't be for long." Brad could barely control the excitement he felt at this news, but he managed to say in a reasonably matter-of-fact voice "no problem, Dad. Marty and I always get along OK, and I'm glad for the chance to help out. This 'trouble' you talked about.... is it really bad?" "Yes, Brad, I'm afraid it is, but I don't think Marty would really like me to tell you the details right now. It's after 9:00 now, so let's get things set up." When they came back into the house, Brad said "well Marty, I guess we're going to be roomies for awhile." Only Brad noticed the way Marty's eyes lit up at the sound of this news. For once, Tim didn't make a disaster out of a simple job, and the three men managed to get a spare bed down from the attic and set up in Brad's room without any mishaps. Jill brought sheets and blankets, and Brad helped her make up the bed while Tim and Marty brought up the rest of Marty's things. There wasn't much, but Brad said "I'll empty out a couple drawers for you tomorrow, Marty." It had been a long day, so Brad headed for the bathroom to shower. Marty had gone back downstairs with Tim and Jill, and Brad realized it was an "adult" conversation, and he wasn't supposed to be part of it. As he went back towards his room from the bathroom he caught a few bits of conversation, including his father saying something like "I still don't see how you can be so calm about this..." Brad took off his robe and ran his hands over his body, through the fine hair on his stomach and chest to his nipples, which were hard and pointed. His cock was already half-hard, but he slipped into a pair of clean boxer shorts and settled back on his bed. Brad normally wasn't much of a reader, but this was one case when he really needed to pass the time, so he grabbed a couple magazines and did his best to concentrate on them. He heard his mother come upstairs and got to bed, then an occasional muffled word drifted upstairs from where his dad and uncle were talking. After what seemed like hours, Tim came up and went to bed also. Brad could hear Marty in the bathroom, and his heart started beating so hard that it seemed to shake his entire body. On one hand, he couldn't stop thinking about the previous week's encounter with Marty, and on the other, he was afraid that it might just be a one-time occasion. He turned off his bedside lamp as soon as he heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door open. His bedroom door opened and closed softly, but he heard a distinct "click" as Marty locked the door. There was enough moonlight through the window that Brad could see Marty come into the room and start to undress. Marty was down to his briefs when Brad quietly moved off his bed, slipped up behind Marty, and wrapped his arms around him. Marty was momentarily startled, but the sensation of Brad's bare chest pressing against his back left him almost speechless. Brad's hands slowly moved down Marty's chest and abdomen to the boxer shorts which didn't yet show anything unusual. Marty moved back slightly, snuggling as close as he could. When Brad softly kissed the back of his neck, Marty could stand it no longer, and turned around to face his nephew. Their arms wound around each other in fractions of a second, and their lips met, pressing softly at first, then harder into a slow, burning kiss. At almost the same moment, Brad slipped his hands into the back of Marty's briefs, and Marty's hands slipped into the back of Brad's boxers. They cupped each other's asscheeks for a few seconds, the simultaneously slipped both sets of underwear off. Their cocks were both already hard, Brad's 7 inches arching up towards his stomach from its thick blonde nest, and Marty's cock of nearly the same size arching up not quite so far, from its nest of reddish-brown hair. Their cocks rubbed as they continued to make out, making them even hotter. Brad softly kissed down Marty's neck and along his collarbone, then down to his right nipple. He flicked his tongue across the nipple, then sucked and nibbled gently as it grew hard. Marty let out a soft groan of pleasure, and said "I had no idea a guy's nipples were almost directly connected to his cock. How did you know that?" Brad answered "about a year ago, I was at soccer practice on a cool day, wearing just a t-shirt. The cold made my nipples hard, and one of the other guys brushed against them as he slipped by, and I couldn't believe how it felt. The only thing that feels better than playing with them yourself is to have someone else play with them." With that, Marty's mouth went to Brad's right nipple, and it was his turn to moan softly. As Marty continued his ministrations, Brad reached for Marty's cock, and thought again how hot it was to feel another man's hard cock. He stroked Marty's cock with one hand, and his own with the other, then rubbed his dickhead on Marty's. After a few minutes of dick and nipple play, Brad took both of Marty's hands and pulled him gently to the bed. Brad laid down and pulled Marty on top of him so that most of their bodies were in direct contact. Brad wrapped his arms around his uncle and held him tight as their lips again met for an even longer kiss. Brad whispered "move up and straddle my chest." "What?" Marty whispered back. "Just move up as far as you can with your knees on either side of me." This time, Marty understood, and he moved into place as Brad had requested, letting out a soft moan at the unexpected sensation of his hairy balls brushing through the fine hair on Brad's chest. Once Marty was into place, Brad raised his head and flicked his tongue around Marty's balls. Then, with his hands on Marty's hairy thighs, he opened his mouth, then softly closed it around his uncle's dickhead. He marveled at how something so hard could be so velvety soft at the same time as his tongue worked its way around the head. Then, moving one hand to the base of Marty's dick, he took almost all of it in his mouth. As his mouth moved slowly back, he started to stroke and suck steadily. Could feel Marty's body shudder in pleasure, and that made him work his tongue and mouth even harder. Marty reached down to hold Brad's head in his hands, and started to thrust, almost involuntarily. He knew now why sex with Nancy and the couple other girls he had been with never seemed so great. After only a few minutes, his balls pulled up tight, and while he usually had more control, this time nothing could stop the load that had been building up in his balls over the past week. He pulled his cock out of Brad's mouth and just barely had time to give it one stroke before he shot the biggest load he could ever remember all over Brad's chest. It came in waves, with at least three separate and seemingly endless ejaculations. His entire body tingled with the warm sensation that only comes after a good orgasm, and he collapsed onto his nephew, panting softly. The sight of such an incredible orgasm almost made Brad cum by himself, and his balls were drawn up, feeling ready to burst. Marty moved slightly off him, and Brad reached for his dick, almost desperate for release. Marty said softly "no, let me." He reached down, took Brad's dick in his hand, and began stroking. It only took a few tries before it was Brad's turn to put on a spectacular orgasm, his cum shooting all the way to his chest, where it mingled with Marty's. As Brad caught his breath, Marty found a box of tissues and cleaned up the sticky mess on his nephew's chest, though there was so much cum it was nearly impossible to get it all. However, he did his best, and as he laid back down, Brad pulled him close. Their bodies seemed to fit together almost perfectly, and they both remained quiet, basking in the incredible afterglow. They kissed softly and snuggled closer. Before long, Marty's breathing slowed down, and Brad realized he was asleep. He pulled the covers over both of them, and settled in for the night himself. He had never known such contentment. The next thing Marty felt was the sensation of being shaken gently, and Brad whispering "Marty, wake up. It's almost time to get up." He opened his eyes and realized that he had spend the entire night in Brad's bed, his own completely untouched. He smiled and reached for Brad's hand, which he pulled up to his lips and kissed softly. However, Brad's hand wasn't what needed attention at that point. Like most healthy 18-year-olds, he had awakened with a hard dick. Marty pulled the covers down to expose it just long enough to take it in his mouth and it took only a few minutes to make another big load erupt. When they both had caught their breath, Marty slipped out of Brad's bed and found his briefs on the floor. After he stepped into them, he went to the bed that had been set up for him and pulled the covers back so it would look like he had actually slept in it. He found his robe, and was about to head for the bathroom when Brad climbed out of bed, saying "Marty wait a minute. I know you have to be at work early, but I never got to ask you why you left home." The sight of his handsome, sexy blonde nephew standing naked was almost enough to make Marty stop again, but he caught himself and answered "oh that. I came home from work early yesterday afternoon and caught Nancy in bed with our next door neighbor. I'm really glad it happened, because now I have an excuse to leave. My real problem is going to be convincing your mom and dad that there's no going back." With that, he gave Brad a big hug and headed for the bathroom. Shortly, the entire house was awake. By the time Brad was done in the bathroom Marty had already left for work. As Brad sat down at the breakfast table, Jill asked him "did you and Marty get along alright? He said he slept well." Brad answered "yeah Mom, I think he really DID sleep well!" BRAD & MARTY - PART 3 The past two weeks had been incredible for both Brad and Marty. For Brad, it had been his first experience with real sex at all, and for Marty, it had been a first experience of sex with a man. By now, neither of them had any doubts that they were gay. The simple power of man-to-man sex had convinced them, and in this they were lucky, because many men go through life insisting "I'm not really gay," while at the same time having sex with men as often as possible. Still, neither of them was ready to make an announcement to the world, especially in view of Brad's father Tim's somewhat strange ideas of what makes a "real man." Both Brad and Marty had no problems knowing that they were real men. Marty's marriage was over, but he in no way intended to neglect his duties as a father. Brad still participated as much as ever in his athletic programs, though his 18-year-old hormones tended to give him a hard cock at less than convenient occasions, such as when he was in a crowded lockerroom at school. Consequently, he had tried to delay showering until most of the other guys were done. He also seldom hung around anymore while they told stories of how many girls they had scored with on dates. He knew that the stories were 90% fabrications, and anyway stories about sex with girls now held no interest for him. To everyone's amazement, Brad's grades had started to improve also. Marty had always been a better student than his brother Tim, and he was able to help Brad in ways his father never could. Initially, when they had temporarily moved Marty into Brad's room, Tim and Jill had been somewhat concerned about what effect the disruption might have on Brad and the other boys, but so far there had been no problems at all. Little did they know that the instant the house was quiet at night, Marty and Brad were all over each other, Brad usually producing at least two loads of cum before they settled in for the night. They almost always slept together, but were careful to make it appear that both beds in the room had been slept in. However, the arrangement of Marty staying with Brad's family was only temporary, and while he was an extremely considerate "guest," he was nonetheless another body in an already-crowded house. Consequently, he had been looking for an apartment of his own. Finally, he located one he could afford not far from the mall where Brad worked. That evening, as he and Brad lay together in the "afterglow" of sex, he told Brad about the apartment. Brad was at first upset. "Do you really HAVE to move out, Marty? It's been so great having you here" he said, holding Marty a little tighter. "Brad, I've enjoyed staying here as much as you, but I can't wear out my welcome. Your mom and dad have been really great to me, and I can't impose any longer. I know your mom really hopes that I'll get back together with Nancy, but the divorce proceedings are already started. And anyway, me moving out isn't going to change what we've got going here... consider the advantages of me having my own place!" That last remark gave Brad plenty to think about as he drifted off to sleep. Their routine continued for a few more days, until the Saturday when Marty was ready to take possession of his apartment. Brad's parents had said he could borrow the bed he had supposedly been sleeping in in Brad's room for as long as he needed it. Marty had collected the rest of his personal possessions from his former home, and had acquired a few other things at garage sales. Al's much-maligned mother loaned him a couch, and contrary to expectations, it was not in a plaid pattern. Even though there weren't a lot of things to move, they were located at different places around the city, so the job involved a considerable amount of driving, lifting, and climbing stairs. Consequently, it took longer than expected. There was still one load to be picked up, but Tim and Jill already had a commitment for the evening. Consequently, Tim asked Brad "would you mind taking the Nomad to get that last load with Marty? I'm going to call your mother and have her come get me... I really promised her we wouldn't be late." Brad answered "sure Dad, no problem. Have a good time tonight." Marty said "thanks again for everything, Tim. I thought Brad and I might get something to eat when we're done with everything, so he might be a little late getting home. Is that OK?" Tim offered no objection, so they left him to wait for Jill and took the Nomad for the last load. About an hour later they returned with a load of clothes and books. The "something to eat" Marty had mentioned to Tim had consisted of a quick drive through at a fast food joint on their way back to the apartment. An idea had been developing in Marty's head, and he didn't want to waste any time. Marty was in the bathroom when Brad came in with the last load. When he had set it down, Marty called to him "Brad, can you come in here for a minute? I need a little help." Brad stepped to the bathroom, but saw nothing that seemed to need extra help, but his confusion didn't last long. Marty put his arms around Brad and pulled him close. Brad wrapped his arms around Marty, and they stood making out for several minutes, tongues exploring mouths, hands exploring bodies. Brad slid his hands under the back side of Marty's shirt, pulling it up and off. Brad pulled his own shirt off, and the two men's hot, sweaty chests were in direct contact. They continued their makeout session a little longer, then Marty stepped back slightly and said "Brad, take off the rest of your clothes." Brad wasn't quite sure where this was going, but he did as he was told. While he finished undressing, Marty turned the shower on and was adjusting the temperature. Once he had it right, he quickly pulled off the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower, saying "join me." With the stream of warm water running over their bodies they stood kissing, hard cocks rubbing together. Brad grabbed a bar of soap and started to soap Marty's body, giving extra attention to his nipples, which he knew were very sensitive. Marty moaned softly as Brad stroked his soapy dick. He then took the bar of soap from Brad and proceeded to soap his body completely. Neither man had experienced this kind of encounter before, but it was incredibly hot for both of them. They stood close enough that they could stroke their dicks, but kiss at the same time, and it wasn't long before first Brad, then Marty shot his load. They took a minute to catch their breath, then finished rinsing off cum and soap off. Marty grabbed towels, and they helped each other dry off between more kissing and groping. Marty hoped this continued sex play would have the effect he wanted, and that was to get Brad's dick hard again. In this, he was successful, and when they were dry, he took Brad's hand and led him to the bedroom. They fell on the bed in a tangle of arms, legs, tongues, and cocks. Brad rolled onto his back, and Marty licked a path through the fine blonde hair on Brad's chest and stomach, down to his blonde bush, where he rubbed his face, enjoying the "just showered" scent. Then he took Brad's 7-inch dick in his mouth and made several long strokes, flicking the head with his tongue in an effort to get it as hard as possible. When he was certain Brad's dick couldn't possibly get any harder, Marty reached into a small box on the floor and pulled out a small foil packet and a plastic tube. He tore the packed open and took out a rubber, which he then unrolled on Brad's Dick. Brad asked "hey Marty, what's that for? I'm clean, and so are you." Marty answered "I know we both are, but we want to stay that way, and now's the time to start learning to play safely." Marty then squeezed some lube onto the rubber encased dick, and Brad couldn't believe how great it felt, even through rubber. With the dick completely lubed, Marty moved up, squatting over Brad's crotch, and Brad finally realized what was going on. He reached down and held his cock straight up as Marty lowered his ass towards it. As the head began to penetrate, Marty paused, forced himself to relax a little more, then lowered himself completely onto Brad's dick. Both men groaned, Brad experiencing for the first time what a hot, tight asshole felt like, and Marty the sensation of a hard dick up his ass. It was a little painful for him, but the pressure on his prostate rapidly brought his own dick to "full attention" again. Brad started to thrust upward, and Marty began bouncing up and down, each stroke getting them both hotter. Abruptly, Brad stopped thrusting. Marty asked "what's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong," answered Brad, "I just didn't want to shoot so soon." He reached out to stroke his uncle's dick, and in another moment, was thrusting again. Marty began to stroke his own dick as Brad's thrusts came harder and faster. Before long, Brad was moaning softly, and Marty was breathing very fast. Brad finally groaned "I can't hold it any longer! I'm gonna cuuuummm!" Marty stroked his own dick harder, and just as Brad's load shot into his uncle's ass, Marty shot his load all over Brad's chest. Marty collapsed onto Brad, Brad's dick slipping out of his ass. They lay quietly for a few minutes to recover. Marty reached down and pulled the rubber off Brad's cock. He said "I don't know why this is the tradition, but you're supposed to tie a knot in it like this." Then he tossed the used rubber into a wastebasket. They were both covered with sweat and cum again, so they headed back to the shower, but this time there was just kissing and hugging. Even Brad's young body was going to take some time to recover from the two huge loads he had shot. When they were dry, Marty put on a robe and Brad got back into his clothes. At the door, they exchanged bearhugs and a nice long goodnight kiss. Brad said "I'll be a regular visitor here if you don't mind." Marty answered "anytime, guy," then gave Brad's ass a quick squeeze as he stepped out the door. When Brad got home, his brother Randy asked "did you get Uncle Marty moved OK?" Brad answered "oh yeah, he's all moved now." "I wonder if he's going to like being on his own," Randy asked. "Oh, I think he's going to like it just fine!" Brad said as he started up the stairs. BRAD & MARTY - PART 4 Brad made good use of the fact that Marty's apartment was so close to the mall where he worked. As often as he could, he stopped by the apartment and usually left considerably more relaxed, having deposited loads of cum in his sexy uncle's mouth or ass, and frequently with the taste of Marty's cum in his own mouth. Much to his relief, his girlfriend had dumped him, jealous of the fact that he spent almost no time with her anymore. She suspected that he was seeing another girl, but nobody she talked to had seen him with anyone other than his guy friends or family. Brad's increasing awareness of his sexuality had completely altered the way he looked at other people. He now admitted that he had no sexual interest in girls, and this realization was in fact a relief. On the other hand, being in school, and especially on the soccer team, meant that he was around a lot of attractive young men, most of whom were off limits. He was as careful as possible in the showers and lockerrooms, but there was no question that he liked seeing other guys naked. He continued to avoid showering with a lot of other guys whenever possible to avoid the embarrassment of a hard dick, but there were times when he didn't have a choice. It wasn't long before he had just about every other guy's cock "memorized" to the point that he could identify a guy by his cock alone. There was Brian, the dark-haired Italian with his uncut dick hanging from a dense mass of black hair; Alan, whose cock bent slightly to the left, even when soft; Pete, who seemed to always have a partially-hard dick jutting out from his red bush; Mike, who had the biggest dick Brad had ever seen, and making him wonder what it would look like hard; the list went on to include virtually every guy that Brad ever saw naked. On nights when he didn't have a chance to visit Marty he usually jerked off in his room, fantasizing about cute guys and their dicks. One day after practice, Brad as usual waited until everyone else had showered before him. He had been showering only a couple minutes when he noticed someone approaching the shower area. He had already learned the technique of turning completely around under the shower in order to get a passing glimpse of someone, and he was surprised to see that it was Aaron, the team manager, who took care of the balls and other equipment. Aaron usually didn't need to shower, so Brad had never seen him naked before. Aaron wasn't very tall, but from what Brad was able to see, stature didn't always have anything to do with the sizes of other things, or with a guy's attractiveness. Except for a thick dark blonde patch at his crotch, Aaron didn't have much body hair, but he had a trim, compact body with a low-hanging dick. Brad caught himself staring just a little too long, and turned away to finish washing. When he glanced back again, he couldn't believe what he saw. Aaron's dick was hard, and he was slowly stroking it. Brad stared in wide-eyed amazement, then noticed that Aaron was looking down slightly. Brad looked down and realized his own dick was now completely hard. Aaron was a little amused at Brad's confusion. He said "hey take it easy. I know you could stand to shoot a load, so why don't you join me?" Brad said "what if someone comes in?" "Don't worry, they won't. I locked the outer door, and we're the last ones here." Brad relaxed a little and realized that yes, he could stand to drop a load. So, using soap and water for lube, he stroked his dick harder and faster. Aaron was facing him and standing very close, but without touching Brad. They both stroked faster, Brad being increasingly more turned on by the sight of another guy jerking off. Before long, they both began to breath harder and jerk faster. Brad's cum hit Aaron just above his navel, and trickled down into his bush. A few seconds later, Aaron shot an even bigger load that hit Brad's thigh and began to run down his leg. When they caught their breath, they finished rinsing off without saying much. Aaron said "thanks, guy" and started toward the far end of the lockerroom. Brad watched his cute bubble butt move away, and wondered why he hadn't really paid much attention to Aaron before. It was the first time he had ever seen him naked, and there was no way he would forget him now! This same scenario repeated itself three times in a row. Marty was out of town on a business trip, so it was a welcome release for Brad, even though there was no real sex or touching involved. Friday afternoon Brad made a plan. He waited until everyone had left, then went to the showers as usual. However, this time, he turned the water on and got wet but didn't continue showering. Instead, he waited just out of sight to the right of the shower room door. Aaron walked in as expected, his dick already half hard, but he was momentarily confused because he didn't see Brad. He was startled when he felt Brad's hand on his ass, but Brad kept his hand in place, guiding him towards the streams of warm water. He positioned Aaron so that the warm water played on both of them, then took a bar of soap and started to lather Aaron's chest. Aaron looked a little scared, but soon he was aroused by the sensuality of the slippery soap and warm water. He grabbed a bar of soap himself and began to soap Brad's body. Brad reached down to soap the inside of Aaron's legs, and as he started back up, his face brushed against Aaron's hard cock, which stuck straight out from his body, the head slightly larger than the shaft. Almost involuntarily, Brad opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around Aaron's dickhead. He circled the head a couple times with his tongue, then went farther down. As Brad started sucking and stroking, Aaron groaned softly in pleasure. Aaron had been watching Brad closely for a long time, and was pretty sure Brad liked guys, but he had imagined himself going down on Brad first, instead of the other way around. Still, he had no objection to what Brad was doing, so he closed his eyes, resting his hands on Brad's shoulders, just enjoying how great his dick felt in a hot mouth. Aaron was getting dangerously close to shooting his load, but he pushed Brad away, hearing a soft popping sound as his dick slipped out of Brad's mouth. Brad looked up questioningly, and Aaron just guided him back to a standing position. He had waited a long time for a taste of Brad's cock, and he wasn't going to miss this chance. On his knees, Aaron first licked Brad's balls, then started at the base of his dick and licked slowly to the tip, where he worked his tongue under sensitive head. Brad's heavy breathing showed his pleasure at this attention. Aaron sucked Brad's entire dick into his mouth all the way to his pubic bush. Brad had never been "deep-throated" before and the sensation was hotter than anything he had yet experienced. Aaron flexed his throat around Brad's dick, then began to rapidly plunge his mouth up and down. Before long, Brad began to breath harder, and his balls were drawn up tight. At that point, Aaron pulled off of Brad's dick and stood up. Brad was momentarily startled by this sudden interruption, but quickly realized what Aaron was doing when he saw how he was stroking his own dick. Brad grabbed his dick, and with just a few strokes shot a huge load at exactly the same moment as Aaron shot his. They were standing so close together that their cocks, balls, and pubic hair were covered in cum. After he had caught his breath, Aaron grabbed the soap and lathered Brad's crotch. When he was done, Brad took the soap and did the same for Aaron. Then they both stood under the shower and completely rinsed off the soap and what seemed like gallons of cum. As they shut off the water, Aaron turned to leave, but Brad stopped him and pulled him close to give him a nice long "thank you" kiss. Aaron was again completely surprised, but he still enjoyed the kiss. When it ended, Brad said "thanks, Aaron. That was great." Aaron answered "thank YOU. It was great for me too!" The two young men then headed to different parts of the lockerroom to dress. When Aaron made his final inspection before turning off the lights, Brad had already left. All that evening Brad kept thinking about his encounter with Aaron. Memories of it easily got his dick hard for a nice long jackoff session after he went to bed. Finally, even his young balls were drained of cum, and he slept soundly. Brad was at his job at the mall the next afternoon when he happened to look up and saw Aaron walking past the department store windows opposite from the store where Brad worked. He quickly got permission to leave the store for a moment, and ran to catch Aaron. Aaron was taken completely by surprise, but quickly realized that Brad meant him no harm. Brad asked "are you doing anything tonight, Aaron?" For Aaron, this was an even bigger surprise, but he said "no, not really." Brad said "my uncle is out of town on a business trip, and I have a key to his apartment. Do you think you could meet me there a little after 7:00?" Aaron answered "yes, I think so. What's the address?" Brad quickly scribbled the address on the back of a business card and handed it to Aaron. "See you a little after 7:00 then!" he said as he ran back to the athletic store. When Brad pulled the Mustang into the parking lot of Marty's building, he spotted Aaron leaning against the side of a blue Chrysler LeBaron. He quickly led the way up the stairs to Marty's apartment, his dick already half hard in his pants. However, when he unlocked the door he had the surprise of his life. Marty was sitting in the middle of the couch, completely naked, with a dark-haired stranger kneeling between his spread legs. Everyone was startled. Marty started to say "Sorry, Marty..." and was backing to leave when Marty stopped him. "It's alright Brad. Close the door and come in. I want you to meet a new friend of mine. "Jake, this is my nephew Brad. Brad, this is Jake." Jake was about Brad's height but not coloring. A nice fan of dark hair spread over his upper chest, then narrowed down to a trail about two inches wide to his thick, dark pubic bush. His dick was about half hard, but was getting softer. The two men self-consciously shook hands, and Jake said "I've heard a lot about you, Brad. I'm really glad to meet you!" Brad blushed, but was pleased nonetheless. Marty then asked "who's your friend, Brad?" Aaron had been watching this exchange in both fascination and astonishment, wondering if he should just bolt for the door, but Brad reached back for his hand and gently pulled him forward. "Marty, Jake, this is my friend Aaron. We really didn't think you'd be back until tomorrow, or we wouldn't have barged in like this." Marty answered "yeah, I understand. The conference I was at got done sooner than expected, so I came back home. Jake needed a ride, so I was happy to help him out, and you came in just as we were in the 'thank you' part." "I see" answered Brad, his dick starting to stiffen again. Marty continued "and Brad, I don't think I have to think real hard about why you were bringing a friend to my apartment when you thought I was gone." Brad grinned sheepishly and said "I think you've got me there, Marty." "Well Brad and Aaron, come on in, then. Groups are always more fun!" answered Marty. Aaron shot Brad a slightly apprehensive look, which Brad caught, realizing his new friend's uneasiness. He took Aaron's hand and led him forward, then kissed him, pulling him close as he did so. The sight of the two cute young men kissing caused Marty's and Jake's dicks to spring back to full hardness. Marty sat down again and spread his legs so Jake could resume the interrupted blowjob. He was an excellent cocksucker, as attested by Marty's soft moans. Aaron unbuckled Brad's jeans and pushed then down far enough to completely free his blonde dick. He slowly stroked it with one hand while moving his other hand up under Brad's shirt. When Aaron reached Brad's right nipple with his fingers, Brad let out an involuntary groan of pleasure. He raised his arms over his head and pulled his shirt completely off, then reached out to help Aaron out of his. Then he leaned down and started sucking Aaron's right nipple, unbuckling Aaron's jeans at the same time. Aaron was not wearing any underwear, and his cock sprang out, rock hard. Brad kicked off his shoes, then pushed his own jeans completely off. Both guys thrilled in the sensation of their completely naked bodies in direct contact. Aaron pulled his mouth off Brad's, then gently pushed him backwards towards the couch. Brad was confused for a moment, then realized what Aaron was doing, and gladly sat down next to his uncle. Marty had his head back, but when Brad sat down, he leaned over to kiss him. They sat making out, Aaron kneeling between Brad's legs, and Jake kneeling between Marty's. For both men, kissing and being sucked at the same time was a new and incredibly hot experience. They enjoyed this for some time, but Marty interrupted, saying "Jake, I want a taste of that dick of yours now." Jake stood up and Marty leaned towards his dick. He slowly licked his balls, then the shaft, and finally went down as far as he could on Jake's dick. Jake's dick was only the second one that Marty had ever sucked, and his dark pubes were an interesting and erotic contrast to Brad's blonde bush. Brad saw what was happening, and pulled Aaron to his feet. Aaron's dick was the largest out of the four, and Brad couldn't wait to get his mouth on it. He reached around and grabbed Aaron's asscheeks, pulling him forward as he sucked. They were all very close together, so it was easy for Jake to kiss Aaron as their dicks were sucked. Aaron's hand slid down Jake's back and cupped Jake's hairy asscheek. Aaron felt Brad's mouth slide off his dick, and looked down to see what was happening. Brad and Marty were changing places, and in a few seconds, Aaron felt Marty's hot mouth on his dick, and Jake felt Brad's mouth on his. This continued a short time, then Aaron pulled his dick out of Marty's mouth and pushed Marty back onto the couch. A moment later, Jake did the same to Brad, and in another moment, Aaron was sucking Marty's dick and Jake was sucking Brad's. Before long, Brad moaned "I'm gonna cuummm..." "OOOOhhhh..." moaned Brad as he shot loads of cum into Jake's mouth. Aaron began sucking harder and faster, and in a few more seconds, Marty's load erupted in his mouth. As the two men on the couch caught their breath, Jake and Aaron turned their attentions to each other. Their lips were locked in a hot kiss as they stroked each other's hard cocks, Brad and Marty urging them on from where they sat. In just a couple minutes, Aaron's cock shot a monster load, and Jake's followed a few seconds later. All four men collapsed on the couch, a heap of hot, cum-covered bodies. Aaron had to get the car home before long, so they all began to sort out and get into their clothes. It was a slow process finding the right clothes, constantly interrupted by kisses and gropes. Finally they were dressed and ready to go. Aaron and Brad both kissed Marty and Jake goodbye, then let themselves out. They walked quietly to Aaron's car, Brad feeling a little awkward. Finally he said "thanks for meeting me tonight, Aaron. It was incredible!" Aaron answered "yeah it really was. I don't think I could have imagined it in my wildest dreams." Brad was standing very close to Aaron when he said "I'll see you at school on Monday, but don't think this is the last time for us. It may not have quite so many people next time, but there WILL be a next time!" Aaron answered quietly "I hope so too." With that, Brad leaned down to kiss him goodnight. After the kiss, Aaron got into his car and backed away. In the dim light, Brad could just barely make out his wave goodbye. As Brad drove home, he felt slightly odd but couldn't say exactly why. At last it came to him; he had kissed girls goodnight countless times, but he had felt nothing. This time, a single kiss got his cock almost hard. When he came into the house, his mother Jill said "you're home early, but I guess that's not surprising since you broke up with your girlfriend." Brad answered "yeah, Aaron and I went out for something to eat after work, then went by to check on Marty's apartment, but he was already home from his trip." "Who's Aaron? I don't think I've heard you talk about him before. Is he a new friend?" "Well, I've actually known him for a while now, but we've never really hung out before." "Oh well, it's always nice to make a new friend." "Oh yeah, I think we're going to be good friends!" This is the very-overdue continuation of my story about Brad Taylor, his uncle Marty, and his new friend Aaron. BRAD, MARTY & AARON - PART 5 Brad was unaccountably impatient for Monday to come. When it finally did, he scanned the halls and classrooms at school all day for a glimpse of Aaron. When he didn't see him at all, Brad felt strangely disappointed. He was confused by his feelings, because Aaron was so different from the guys he normally hung out with. Most of his friends were jock-types, loudmouthed, and not overly intelligent, or at least not much interested in schoolwork. As he reflected on this, he realized that he and Aaron had no classes together, which at least partially accounted for his not seeing Aaron. After school, practice seemed to take forever, and Brad thought his teammates would NEVER finish showering and leave. Heart beating in anticipation, he stepped into the shower. Several minutes passed, but Aaron didn't appear. Brad stayed in the shower for as long as he could, but eventually had to finish up and dry off without seeing Aaron at all. As he walked towards his locker he heard voices. Finally, at the end of one row of lockers he spotted Aaron talking to a coach. Aaron glanced up but quickly diverted his eyes as Brad passed by. This bothered Brad more than he would have thought, and he wondered if maybe he was in trouble. Was Aaron reporting him? Worried, he got into his street clothes as quickly as he could. Just as he was tying his last shoelace, he heard a door open and close. At almost the same time came the sound of rapid footsteps. Brad looked up, seeing Aaron's expression change from one of concern to relief as he approached. "Hi" Aaron said, "I was afraid I'd miss you." "I was beginning to wonder what had happened to YOU," Brad answered. "I had to run an errand for Coach Gilliam. Then he kept me talking there forever. I thought he'd NEVER leave!" There was a pause as they continued to stand about two feet apart. Before he realized what he was doing, Brad reached out and took Aaron's hand in his. Their fingers intertwined as they stared into each other's eyes for a brief moment. Then, Brad found himself being led into a secluded corner. Once there, Aaron pulled Brad into a passionate embrace. Brad's tongue worked slowly into Aaron's mouth as his hands worked up under the back of Aaron's shirt. The warm, soft skin felt wonderful in his hands, and his dick was instantly as hard as it could get. Brad slid one hand down to Aaron's crotch and felt an equally hard dick through the heavy fabric. He slid Aaron's zipper down, then undid his belt and top button. Through the white cotton material, Aaron's dick felt hard and ready for action. Brad reached around, and in one motion pushed Aaron's pants and briefs down far enough to completely free his dick. Brad lightly slipped Aaron's dick through his fingers as Aaron in his turn was undoing Brad's jeans. Before long, Brad's dick was free also, and he pulled Aaron close for another hot kiss, but this time with the added sensation of their hard, warm dicks rubbing together. Brad reached down and slowly jacked Aaron's dick as they kissed, then grabbed both dicks and stroked them together. Aaron began to moan softly, but his moans became louder and deeper when he felt Brad's warm, wet mouth on his dickhead. Brad worked his tongue under the most sensitive part of it, then took most of it in his mouth. His head bobbed up and down with increasing speed. Aaron's breathing grew faster and he involuntarily began to thrust his dick into Brad's hot mouth. His thrusts came even faster, then stopped abruptly as every muscle in his body went rigid and he shot a huge load down Brad's throat. Aaron couldn't speak for a moment as he caught his breath. He looked down at Brad, whose blue eyes were gazing up at him. He grasped Brad's shoulders and pulled him to his feet for a long, wet kiss, tasting his own cum in Brad's mouth. After a little more making out, Aaron went down on his knees, and in a single moment had Brad's dick sucked down as far as he could take it. He loved the just-showered smell of Brad's crotch as he slid his tongue down the length Brad's dick, then gently took each of Brad's balls into his mouth. Again, appearances were deceptive; it was hard to see, but Brad's balls were liberally covered with blonde hair. Brad moaned as Aaron went to work on his dickhead again, his hand stroking, with his mouth and tongue working together in perfect rhythm. Of course, Brad couldn't take much of this, and within minutes his dick was shooting cum like a firehose. Aaron did his best to swallow it, then slowly rose to his feet. Brad gently took Aaron in his arms and they just stood holding each other, Aaron's face nuzzling the side of Brad's neck and shoulder. Brad wrapped his arms around Aaron and pulled him even closer. Brad at this point felt a contentment that he had never known before. The afterglow of sex with Marty had been great, but this was something different, and hard to understand. Eventually, Aaron let out a big sigh and said quietly "I really have to go now, but I don't want to." Brad answered "I don't want you to go either, but I know we both need to get going." He kissed Aaron again, then let him go so they could straighten their clothing. They walked slowly towards the door, Brad taking Aaron's hand in his without really even thinking of what he was doing. At the door, they shared another goodbye kiss, then went their separate ways. Brad was unusually quiet that evening at home, and he didn't even feel like watching television. After dinner, he went to his room, where he could think in peace and quiet. The memory of Aaron stayed with him no matter what he did. Finally, before it got too late, he picked up the phone and dialed Aaron's number. Aaron's mother answered, and Brad heard her call out to Aaron, apparently somewhere in another part of the house. In a moment, Brad heard an extension picked up and Aaron's voice saying "hello?" Just the sound of Aaron's voice made Brad's stomach give a pleasurable flutter. "Hey, guy, it's me," he said. "Oh hi," Aaron answered, "nice of you to call." "You alone?" Brad asked. "No, not really. What's up?" "Oh, sorry. I'm not really sure why I called... I guess I just wanted to hear your voice again before I went to bed." There was a slight pause at the other end of the line. Finally, Aaron asked "really?" "Yeah, really. I know it sounds kind of dumb..." "No, not at all. It's really nice of you." Brad could hear his mom asking him to get off the phone so he said "good. See you tomorrow, OK?" "OK" answered Aaron, "thanks again. `bye." "'bye." Aaron could barely hide the stiff dick this conversation had given him, and as soon as he was in the dark and privacy of his own room he stroked another very large load out of his cock. Only then was a contented sleep possible. Brad found himself in an equally aroused state, which he could barely wait to take care of. When he had shot his wad, he settled in to sleep, imagining that the pillow he hugged close was Aaron. The phrases Home Improvement, Tooltime & Binford, and all characters are trademarks of and copyright The Walt Disney Company, Touchstone Television and Wind Dancer Production Group.