Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2008 00:16:00 -0400 From: Wana Max Subject: Sean and Bradley 2 Sorry there hasn't been a chapter in several months. Thank you to those of you who've written in. See the previous chapter for disclaimers. 0 Bradley ground his face into the sofa cushion, his face currently as red as his hair. Sean Slater, his brother-in-law, had stripped him naked and spread the cheeks of his bubble butt open as far as he could. Every few minutes, Sean would give him a rough smack, blow cool air into his quivering hole, or run his chin up and down the crack, driving Bradley wild with the feeling of stubble scraping against his smooth skin. Bradley's cock scraped against the sofa, raw and red. Unexpectedly, Sean flipped Bradley over. Bradley shuddered, half from repulsion and half from arousal, at the bleary-eyed man towering over him. His dark blonde chest hair wild and free to match his personality. His thick cock jutting with a slight curve, a perfect fit for the unstable man it belonged to. Sean tugged at his heavy balls and leered at Bradley's naked, trembling body. "I love virgins," Sean spat. "Love to see the look in their eyes." He slung Bradley's lanky thighs over his shoulders. "Means they'll always have a little part of me in 'em..." He looked down at his angry, leaking cock and chuckled dirtily. "Maybe not so little." Bradley moaned as Sean flashed him one last crooked grin before diving down to give him a rim job. Sean's tongue was expert and his unkempt beard set off sensations of pain and pleasure which sent tremors through Bradley's sweaty body. Every time Bradley tried to touch himself, Sean would grab his wrists and shove them away. Finally, Sean took both hands and slid the index fingers of each hand into Bradley's hole. Bradley began feverishly fingering himself as Sean suddenly crawled over his body, straddling Bradley's shoulders, giving him a closeup view of that dominant dick. "Get me ready," Sean ordered, smacking Bradley's cheeks with his half-hard cock. "And no teeth." Bradley complied, both nervous and thrilled about sucking his first cock. He struggled with the initial girth, since Sean wasn't exactly gentle, but soon Sean began purring in pleasure. "A natural born cocksucker, you are," Sean sneered. He tugged Bradley's foreskin with his thumb, kissing and biting down Bradley's smooth chest, pausing at his midsection to take Bradley's protective covering between his teeth. Bradley bucked his hips as his only verbal response was a faint whimper. Sean lined up his slick cock to Bradley's virgin hole. To Bradley's surprise, Sean was tender at first, gently inserting the first few inches. He allowed Bradley to adjust, methodically stroking Bradley's hard cock, rubbing Bradley's pre-cum into his sensitive glans, leaning over occasionally to kiss Bradley, to toy with his erect nipples. Bradley's eyes were nearly shut from the sweat pouring off him, but through his tired eyes, he could see Sean's lewd, satisfied. As if to say, "I'll be with you forever." Bradley was so tired and horny he didn't hear his front door open, but Sean did. Sean looked over to see none other than Max Branning, Bradley's father, staring at them, mouth open, pants suddenly very tight. Max had come over to try to get Bradley to forgive him for his affair with Bradley's wife. This is the last thing he'd imagined. At first, he thought Sean had forced himself on Bradley, but Max's son was splayed out on the couch, fully naked and completely hard, legs against his chest in utter submission. Sean pulled out briefly to allow the father to see his son's devirginized hole. The rosebud winked at him ever-so-briefly. Max unconsciously rubbed his fat cock through his black trousers and fought back a moan. "Are you my bitch, Bradley?" Sean asked, lightly slapping Bradley's face as he ran his engorged monster up and down Bradley's pucker. "Uhhhhh....fuck...fuck me..." Max licked his lips at his son's nasty talk. He knew he should say something, do something, but all he could do was touch himself. He unbuttoned his shirt a few buttons as he traced the outline of his hard cock through his slacks. Sean stuck his tongue out, stuttering the organ a few times in an invitation for Max to join the fun. Max shook his head. He couldn't do this. He wanted to so badly, and that's the exact reason why he couldn't. This was his son. Innocent, shy Bradley. "I'm your bitch, Sean...please...please..." Sean threw his head back in a roar of laughter as he violently shoved his hardness back into Bradley's fuckchute. Max heard the whimpers and the pleading and the mutual moans, and then fled seconds before his son experienced his first load. Max fumbled with his keys and managed to get back into the flat he was temporarily sharing with his brother Jack. He assumed he was alone and tore off his jacket, popping open his white dress shirt as fast as he could. He managed to make his way to the living room, ripping open his trousers. Now clad in nothing more than his black boxer briefs, he fished out the thickness trapped in the suffocating fabric. Max had always been a mouthful, his girth more than making up for a lack of length, and now he was trying not to imagine just where he wanted to store that girth. As he angrily masturbated, crying tears of shame and arousal, he didn't hear his own front door opening. His brother, ex-copper Jack, arrived home, their dinner in his hand. Jack was tall, dark, and handsome, any man or woman's dream. He acted quickly when he heard the groans, only to stop dead in his tracks when he saw his brother, naked save for the shorts and trousers around his ankles, wanking off. Jack unzipped his own slacks and unleashed his long, fat cock. He never wore underwear. He bit his lip as he watched his older brother nearing his orgasm. He fisted his meat faster and faster at the sight. The last moment was when he saw Max sliding a curious, forbidden finger into his backside. "Oh God oh God oh God oh God...Bradley..." Max groaned as he shot a huge load all over his thighs and flat stomach. Jack put a hand over his mouth to cover his own cries, shooting his wad against the wall, against his own hand, against the front of his trousers. He hurried upstairs before Max could notice him, taking the food with him. He knew Max wouldn't be in the mood for a meal tonight. He also knew he and Max were going to have a talk...among other things....very, very soon. Max collapsed on the couch, naked and spent. He knew this was only the beginning. In another home, Sean smirking down at a sleeping Bradley, thought the exact same thing.