Date: Fri, 7 Jul 2000 21:45:18 -0400 (EDT)
From: royale-ity@webtv.net
Subject: Young and Restless Men 7

When last we left them, Victor had whispered into Bradley's ear as he
fed him twelve big inches (part 1), "This story is a work of fiction
based on the #1 daytime drama in America"; Bradley, in turn, went on to
disclose to Victor's voyeuring son Nicholas (part 2) that "you must be
of legal age in your area to read this material"; prompting Nicholas to
divulge to blackmail-for-sex ex-convict Larry Warton (part 3) that "all
the original characters are the property of CPT Holdings". In Paris,
Cole heard from Bradley on an overseas sex visit (part 4) that "this
story is not meant to suggest the sexual preference of the actors who
portray the roles", while back in America, big daddy bear Brock
succeeded in impressing to sixteen-year-old Raul and Billy, among other
things (part 5). that "copyright of the material is maintained by the
author" and young JT, bow-legged from an afternoon in the boy's room
(part 6), reminded everyone that "reader's comments are welcomed by the
author."   Now, on to part 7 . .

The sleek black and white taxi lumbered through ornate spiral-topped
gates and ascended the long, winding asphalt driveway which led to the
sprawling main house.   Halting the car in front of the pillared
entranceway with its tall ornate glass double doors, the driver hastily
exited his vehicle and came around to the rear passenger side. Taking a
short, deep breath, he lifted the knob and pulled the door open,
revealing his precious cargo slumped in the comfortable back seat.

Old Hank was nearing sixty and had driven a cab for most of his adult
life in this very town.   He had been born and raised in Genoa City
and had witnessed the one-time small town grow into a thriving
metropolis. Even though competition became fierce, local business people
appreciated Hank's efficiency and discretion, and often called on him
when they required livery service. Tonight was another of those nights.

Hank had received the call a little over a half hour ago from Gina, the
nice Italian woman who owned a successful nightclub/restaurant
frequented by residents of the town. It seemed she had a well-to-do
patron who had exceeded his drink quota and was unable to propel himself
home.   When he pulled up in front of Gina's Place, the blonde owner
and one of her young waiters helped the inebreated man into the back
seat of the cab. One glance in the rear view mirror at the good-looking
man with his head resting on the back of the seat, eyes closed and mouth
agape, brought a chuckle of recognition from old Hank. That scalawag
Jack Abbott had gotten himself tanked up again!

Abbott had frequented the back seat of Hank's cab on a number of
occasions over the years---and not always alone.   The fortyish
Lothario had a trained eye for a pretty little filly, that was for sure.
  Hank remembered the afternoon twenty-some-odd years before when he
had escorted college graduate Jack from the airport to the Abbott home.
The ash-blonde, blue-eyed boy was full of aspirations and spoke
excitedly of his plans for the future. How often those plans had gone
awry over the years. Yet, like the mythical Phoenix, Jacko always seemed
to rise up from his ashes and conquer once again.

Standing there in the full moonlight outside of the Abbott mansion, Hank
pondered what might have driven the man to go off on a "bender" this
evening. He had heard whispers from other fares about trouble in the
Abbott family business and the ever-present threat of a takeover by the
more powerful and ruthless Newman Enterprises. Hank knew smilin' Jack
well enough to know there was a great deal of bad blood between Victor
Newman and Jack Abbott. Perhaps old Vic had bested Jackie- boy once
again, and the loser chose to drown his sorrows over Scotch and pasta.

Jackie was still a handsome man, that much was for sure. Even sprawled
in the back of the cab, shirt collar open, jacket tucked beneath his
thick, disheveled hair--- darker now with age --- and long legs spread
across the expanse of the vehicle, Jack Abbott managed to convey an
imposing figure.   The good-looking cad had broken more than one
lady's heart and would probably capture a few more in the years to come.
At times like this, Hank wished he was a young man again, sowing his
wild oats like Jack Abbott and his contemporaries.

Leaning inside the cab, he nudged Jack and announced, "You're home,
young Abbott, safe and sound.   Time to get on up to bed."

But there was no response.   Shaking the younger man's arm more
pointedly this time, he raised his voice, "Come on, Abbott. I'm too old
to carry you up to the door. Rise and shine, young fellow!"

Abbott's eyelids fluttered and slowly parted to reveal his bloodshot
pupils.   Squinting painfully against the interior lighting, he
awkwardly brought a hand up to block the offensive glow. "Wha'
happened?"

"Well now, you had a bit too much to drink at Gina's and she wisely
called old Hank's cab service to see your safely home," the old man
revealed, as if speaking to a child, "and home is where you are.   Now
let's see if we can't get you into that fine lookin' house there so you
can sleep it off." Taking hold of the businessman by his wrist, he
attempted to lead him out of the car.

* * * * * * * * * *

Young Billy Abbott was awakened by the sound of an engine idling outside
his window. He silently cursed himself for having left the window
slightly ajar, but it was such a pleasant mid-spring evening and his
room felt uncomfortably stuffy. Lying there, he willed the whirring
sound to cease, but it soon became apparant his wishes were not to be
answered. Tossing back crisp linens, he padded on bare feet across the
rich carpeting of the room and peered down through the glass panes of
his window at the taxi parked below.   As he watched, the old man
driver managed to extricate a swaggering body from the back seat. The
passenger leaned heavily against the body of the car, inhaling deeply of
the cool night air and Billy instantly recognized his half-brother,
Jack.

A mischevious smirk spread across young Billy's cute face. Big brother
Jack was obviously three sheets to the wind, a "crime" for which he,
Billy, had been placed under house arrest for the past few months. So
what if Jackie was an adult and he was only sixteen? Getting a buzz was
cool. Well, it was cool until the night he had overdone it and ended up
in the hospital emergency ward near death from alcohol overdose and
exposure.   From that moment on, the thought of liquor left a sour
taste in his mouth and Billy decided to delay cocktail hour until he was
a bit older. Besides, he had found other and more interesting ways to
pass the time. Looking at his older bro desperately attempting to steady
himself so as to make it to the front door, Billy was glad he had seen
the light. Getting drunk didn't appear so cool after all!

Jack managed to push himself away from the car, but only swayed and
stumbled, nearly falling onto the pavement before Hank got him back up
against the cab, not without a great deal of difficulty for a sxty year
old man. Billy sprang from the window and bolted from his room, skipping
down the grand staircase and reaching the front door with breakneck
speed. Dashing out into the night wearing only his boxer shorts, the
teenager put one arm around his older brother's waist to steady him and
lodged a shoulder under Jack's arm pit. Jack instinctively brought his
arm up and rested it across Billy's other shoulder as they slowly made
their way up the porch and into the house.

"Can you handle him from here, young Abbott?" the cab driver inquired at
the doorway.

"Yeah, thanks," Billy replied, "what does he owe you?"

"Nuthin'. Miss Gina took care of my fare." Taking hold of the door
handle to pull it shut, he added, "You take care of your big brother now
and get him to bed, you hear?"

Take care of big brother, the old man had said.

 Looking at the staircase, Billy knew there was no way he was goinig to
get Jackie up to his room in this condition. Instead, he opted to lead
the bigger man into the living room and deposit him on the sofa. Jack
fell back across the cushions, bringing one arm up to rest across his
forehead and immediately slipped into a drunken slumber. Billy knelt
down to untie Jack's imported Italian shoes, removing them from his feet
along with his socks. Jack's legs were spread wide, one stretched out in
front of him on the sofa, the other falling down so that his foot rested
on the floor. Billy considered bringing a blanket from upstairs to toss
over the prone body, but decided it was too warm a night. In fact, Jacko
might be more comfortable without some of those clothes on him.

As the glow from the full moon flooded through the large windows of the
room, Billy's long fingers worked to undo the buttons of Jack's shirt,
Pulling the slack up and out of the waistband of his brother's pants,
Billy faced the problem of how to remove the garment entirely.
Determined, now that he had started, Billy sat on the edge of the sofa
next to Jack and reached under muscular arms to lift him up. It took a
great deal of effort to sit Jackie up from the waist. The dude was out
cold! His head fell against Billy's shoulder like a limp rag doll as the
younger boy pulled the starched white shirt from his brother's body.
Hastily lifting the undershirt up over his head, he slowly lowered Jack
back onto the divan where he continued to sleep soundly, naked now from
the waist up.

Billy allowed his eyes to roam over his big brother's body in the
moonlight. Sure, he had seen Jack shirtless on countless occasions over
the years, but never in circumstances similar to these. The thought
suddenly occurred to young Billy that the timing was perfect for a
closer examination of the man sprawled out in front of him. Their
sister, Ashley, was out of the country on business and their biological
father, John Abbott, had called earlier to say he was staying in
town---so the two brothers were alone in the house for the evening. And
Jackie was so "out of it", he would never suspect that his baby brother
had engaged in playing doctor! Besides, after the torrid sex he and best
friend Raul had recently had with Mr. Reynolds, older men now held an
appeal for him.

A thick forelock of light brown hair, still showing highlights from his
blonde youth, fell across Jack's proud forehead as he rested back
against the sofa's armrest.   Billy examined the angular slope of his
sleeping brother's cheekbones and the firm set of his squared jaw which
displayed a day's growth of bearded bristles. Somewhat guiltily, his
eyes lowered to take in the wide, long torso covered with a fine spray
of curling light brown hair.   Young Billy's mouth watered as he
focused upon the twin nipples---wide, dark and juicy like ripened
cherries---which jutted up from the coat of fur shadowing Jack's
powerful chest. His small hands reached out and traveled up the sides of
Jack's solid body, his long fingers
fanning out through the glistening dusting of damp hair. Leaning
closer, Billy inhaled deeply, dreamily closing his eyes as he savored
the many scents of his brother. An arousing mixture of cologne, sweat
and scotch caused the younger Abbott's pecker to bounce to life in his
jockey shorts.

Encouraged that his touch had failed to rouse the sleeping man, Billy
leaned closer and applied his tongue to one flat pink nipple. Almost
miraculously, the plump flesh began to harden against Billy's deliberate
wet swipes. His blue eyes trained on the handsome face of his brother
for any hint of consciousness, Billy turned his attentions to the other
swollen nub. Bringing it to life with the tip of his tongue, the teen
ager formed his lush, lusty lips around the man tit and sucked greedily.
The fine hairs surrounding the purplish protrusion tickled young Billy's
lips as he gnawed on his older brother's naked pectoral. Sliding his
hand across the furry mound of the other pec, Billy rubbed the thick
point between thumb and forefinger as he continued to tongue the other.

The unmistakeable sound of a low groan caused young Billy to freeze.
Scarcely daring to breathe, his eyes remained fixed on the face of his
older brother. But Jackie remained still. Could it be, Billy pondered,
that even in unconsciousness Jack's body was responding to his sexual
caresses? Was it possible that Jack might even achieve an erection in
his current state? Imagining the fun he could have taking advantage of
his comatose good-looking brother caused Billy's teen dick to stiffen to
its maximum proportions and poke through the opening of his boxer
shorts.

Before venturing any further, Billy had to be absolutely certain there
was no chance of Jack awakening. Propping himself up with one arm on
each side of the sleeping body, Billy brought his soft, boyish face down
close to Jack's. The warm man scent filled his youthful lungs as he
inhaled deeply, his silky smooth lips brushing lightly against those of
his brother. His young tongue traced an oval around Jack's lush, full
pink lips and playfully forced them apart. Sliding his sleek boy tongue
into Jack's open mouth, he smeared his juices over the man's palate,
reveling in the exotic combined taste of male and alcohol.

And still Jack failed to awaken!

Taking full advantage of the moment, Billy lowered his body until his
entire weight was resting atop his brother's naked torso. He snuggled in
close, feeling the warmth from Jack's hairy chest penetrating his smooth
skin. He rubbed his cheeks against the coarse stubble on the man's jaw
and unconsciously began to grind his thin hips into Jack's groin. His
small hands explored thick forearms, heavily tendoned arms, sinewy
muscles and broad shoulders. Fingers brushed through thick locks of hair
and traced the angular contours of an extremely masculine face. The
moonlight cascading through the tall french windows accentuated the
planes of Jack's face and made him all the more appealing to the
sex-hungry boy.

Planting a trail of tiny wet kisses which started at the older man's
forehead and traveled down past his lips, throat, chest, smooth abdomen
and ended at the indentation of his navel, Billy gazed with wide-eyed
wonder at the tent which had formed in the front of Jackie's trousers.
With two slim fingers he traced the line of fuzz which ran from
belly-button and disappeared under the waistband of those pants.

 Undaunted, he unfastened the belt buckle and lowered the zipper,
allowing the bulge to swell under less restraint within white cotton
briefs. Placing the palm of one hand on the mound, he felt it pulse and
throb against his touch! His heart was racing madly! His mouth suddenly
felt horribly dry! His young body was shaking with anticipation! HE HAD
TO SUCK HIS BROTHER'S COCK!!!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The headlights of the sleek expensive sedan were extinguished before
they blanched against the walls of the mansion. With the full moonlight,
there was no problem in maneuvering the car along the all-too-familiar
driveway. Making a spur of the moment decision, John Abbott decided to
park the vehicle in the back lot and use the kitchen entrance instead of
the main foyer. He was not expected home tonight and didn't want to
awaken his sons at this late hour.

The patriarch of the Abbott family had been in town wining and dining a
visiting competitor from France. He had rented a suite at an upscale
local hotel for the evening, but found himself unable to sleep in
unfamiliar surroundings. Since he had not consumed any liquor all
evening (although the Frenchman drank like a fish), John decided to
return home where he could rest comfortably in his own bed.
Parking the car, he made his way through the trellised walkway to the
rear entrance.  John Abbott was a strikingly attractive man, even though
he had passed the sixty-year mark several years ago. He was tall and
angular with classic chiseled cheekbones and an aristocratic nose. Most
tabloid reporters suspected, but none could substantiate, that John's
appearance was attributed to some degree of cosmetic surgery. The man
was, after all, the founding father of one of the biggest cosmetics
companies in the world. It wouldn't do to have a wrinkled, balding man
at the helm of such an enterprise! A daily regimen of exercise,
vitamin-therapy and proper diet kept him in fine physical shape. His
only medical vice, a weak heart, was closely monitored and appeared to
be in check.

Quietly letting himself into the pantry, he removed his shoes and padded
in stocking feet across the parquay floor.   He considered pouring
himself a glass of cold skim milk, but decided against it.   No sense
in putting on any lights now that he had been so cautious with his
arrival. He would slip through the living room, quietly make his way up
the stairs to the master bedroom and no one would be the wiser to his
return.

Moonglow filled the tastefully decorated living room as he rounded a
corner from the back hallway and entered the room.   But an
indiscernible sound made him halt after only a few steps. He was certain
there was another presence in the room! An intruder, perhaps! Quickly
scanning the exaggerated shadows caused by the full moon, his eyes
eventually came to rest on the back of the sofa. That was it! The sound
he heard was of deep breathing, the same monotone he had heard countless
times when Jackie had been out on a bender. A momentary relief caused
him to relax. There was no burglar in the house at all. Jack must have
been out trying to recapture his youth and made it only so far as the
sofa before he conked out.

Moving even more quietly now so as not to wake the boy, John circled the
divan and made his way to the grand staircase. Taking the first few
steps, he paused and glanced over toward his sleeping son. The sight he
saw made John Abbott stifle a shocked cry!

* * * * * * * * * *

Billy reached up to the waistband of his big brother's pants and hoisted
them down strong, powerful legs. White underwear quickly followed until
Jackie was splayed out in front of him buck naked! Billy marveled at the
exquisite naked male flesh so easily within his grasp! His widened blue
eyes drifted from head to toe and ultimately settled on the gorgeous
towering piece of man meat freed from captivity. The fat, vein-gnarled
shaft pulsed seductively at seven and a half inches. Its perfectly
shaped mushroom cap glistened with a droplet of pre-cum which Billy
scooped up with one finger and brought to his hungry lips. Licking
around the digit, he sucked it entirely into his teen mouth and tasted
the essence of brother.

Reaching out, the blonde boy grasped the hard, hot shaft and was
surprised to discover his hand could not close around the fat girth.
Using both hands now, he held tightly at the base of the mammoth weapon
and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed upwards, producing a healthy trickle of cock
juice. Swiping his hot little tongue across the sensitive prickhead,
Billy lapped up the tasty goo and slutishly injested his pirated
treasure. Darting out his tongue once again, Billy wrapped it around the
crimson dome as he took hold of Jack's nuts, squeezing the enormous sac
in his sweaty hand. With the other hand he lovingly caressed the strong,
hard manpole while his tender young mouth licked his brother's sticky
knob.

Jack continued to lay there, spread-eagled and deliciously nude as Billy
worshipped his big, delectable cock. Gulping the plump dickhead into the
wet, soft warmth of his mouth, the young lad enjoyed the masculine taste
of his sleeping brother and began to work on the slick spout with more
enthusiasm. His hot lip muscles traveled up and down the long shaft, his
trained tongue working at the thick cock cord which ran from balls to
head. Reaching the tip, he removed his mouth from the pulsing prick and
allowed a mouthful of saliva to ooze down on the veiny member. Then he
attacked, licking all along the length of his brother's straining shaft,
his wet tongue slithering across the silken flesh as he scooped up his
spittle. Grasping the prong at its base, Billy held it up strong and
proud like a King Cobra as he stared into the leaking piss eye before
spreading his jaws wide and swallowing all seven and a half hardened
inches to the root!

John Abbott sunk to the lushly carpeted staircase, the knuckles of one
hand firmly embedded in his gaping mouth to prevent any sound. His face
was pressed between the bars of the ornate banister as he looked down at
the perverse sex scene being enacted in his very own home. He knew his
youngest son was prone to trouble, but never imagined he would take
advantage of his own brother in a sexual manner. How long, he wondered,
had young Billy been performing oral sex on other men? Was this the
first time or had there been others? Many others, perhaps! Judging by
the way he gorged himself on Jack's big stiffie, the sixteen-year-old
had some bit of experience. He desperately wanted to halt the
youngster's rape of his older brother, yet for some inexplicable reason
John Abbott remained rooted to the spot as he tried to ignore the
unmistakeable stirring in his own loins.

Billy fucked his cute face on the massive fleshpole, the full seven plus
inches burying itself deep in his throat again and again. He rode the
hot dick, pulling off only long enough to catch a quick breath before
filling his face hole once more. His chin slammed into Jack's hairy nuts
with every downward lunge and his nose buried itself in the dense,
manly-scented bush of coarse pubic hair. The harder he pumped the cock
into his overstuffed mouth, the more aroused Billy became.   He
feasted on the joystick like a glutton, sucking every inch of his
brother's schlong as though it was the best thing he'd ever tasted in
his young life.

As he thrust his lush, sensual lips along the hard, veiny erection,
Jack's thick mushroom prick head stroked the depths of his tender
throat. His eager tongue caressed the length of throbbing male flesh,
sliding along the thick cord and teasing the bloated cockhead with
deliberate sex swipes.   Billy battered the raging hard-on against his
tonsils, ramming brother
meat down his throat until he thought he would gag. He swallowed down
until Jackie's sweaty bush tickled his nose and fucked the farthest
depths of his throat until he was forced to come up for air. His hands
grasped onto his brother's thick, hairy thighs for support as he crammed
fuck muscle past his slobbering lips. Gooey, salty pre-cum was
practically flooding from big brother Jack's piss-slit and oozing down
young Billy's throat, signaling his on-coming orgasm. Billy didn't want
Jack to cum just yet; he wanted to suck on that luscious cock until
dawn!

By now Billy had shucked his boxers and knelt between his brother's
hunky thighs, his cute little ass wriggling methodically in clear view
of his father. John Abbott was overcome with conflicting emotions. On
one hand he could not condone what Billy was doing to his unconscious
brother; but, on the other hand, the bulging erection straining against
the front of his slacks belied the effect the encounter was having upon
him. John could not remember the last time he had been so aroused! His
old cock was leaking pre-cum like it did so many years ago when he was a
horndog teen---just as his youngest son was now!! He wanted to tiptoe
down those stairs, slide up behind his young son, and bury his rock hard
prick up in that tight, pink hole!!! But for now he satisfied himself
with kneading his swollen prick through the material of his pants as he
continued to observe the erotic seduction.

Billy's blonde head was now buried in the moist wedge between Jacko's
spread thighs. His probing tongue explored the wrinkled softness of his
brother's hairy ballbag. He swallowed one swollen orb, then the other,
into his boy mouth, chewing and sucking on the sweaty sac. Jack's rigid
rod bounced mightily at attention, a healthy trickle of man juice
streaming down its slick length.

Releasing the hefty package from his loving lips, Billy held the
tightened scrotum out of his way as he ventured further into forbidden
territory. His wet tongue dipped downward between Jack's legs and
tickled the perspiring walls of his hairy ass crack. Inhaling deeply of
the rich funky aroma, Billy feasted on his brother's butt as he lifted
one powerful leg up over his shoulder to allow easier access. Spying the
wrinkled pucker embedded in a mass of fine ass hairs, young Billy
attacked!

The groan which came from John Abbott's lips was low enough not to be
heard by his young son, but alerted the older man to his precarious
position on the staircase. At any moment the teenager might turn around
and find his father crouched there watching!   Yet, even with the
thought of imminent danger, John could not pull himself away. Billy was
a virtual sex hound, devourig every inch of his older brother! The
raunchy manner in which he was slobbering at Jack's shitter revealed the
depths of his wanton depravity!! John fumbled with the zipper of his
trousers and reached inside with shaking hand to release his throbbing
daddy dick. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it was wrong to
find sexual pleasure in his own son's lustful incestuous actions, but
the desire in his groin was too powerful to ignore. Coating the palm of
his hand with a mouthful of saliva, John Abbott began to stroke his
shaft as he watched his youngest son take pleasure from his unaware
brother's naked body.

Dropping Jack's leg back into place, Billy massaged his brother's thick
thighs as he took a mental picture of Jack's prone, nude body. The many
flavors of his brother deliciously played about in his young mouth,
increasing his lustful desire for more. Gazing at the towering stiffness
of Jackie's beautiful cock, Billy knew he might never have this chance
again; he must fulfill all his desires here and now!   If Jack hadn't
awakened by now, nothing would rouse him---not even a torrid brotherly
fuck!

Hoisting himself up so that both bare feet were astride Jack's hips,
Billy squatted over his brother's pelvis until he felt the wet mushroom
head tapping at his bottom. Riding along the bulging knob, he coated his
sticky ass crack with the abundant seepage from Jack's leaking piss slt
and then positioned the big head at his winking raisin. Ever so slowly,
he eased his weight down on the massive hunk of man meat so that it was
forced through the gradually yielding rubber band mouth of his boy hole.
Billy sighed deeply as the swollen helmet punched into his steamy
cavity, stretching the walls of his ass wider to accomodate the
bludgeoning fuckstick. The oozing head poked deeper within him as he
eased the impaling shaft up his starving chute.

Behind them, the boys' father fell back on the stairs! If it wasn't
enough that his young son had sucked his older brother's manpop, now he
was fucking his teen ass with the conscienceless cock! The moans and
groans from Billy boy drowned out those of his father; John Abbott was
fisting his rock-hard prick with reckless abandon. At his age, he was
fortunate to be so wickedly aroused and didn't want to waste one
precious moment of the stiffest erection he'd had in years!! His big
Abbott cock felt like it had in his youth and was certainly spouting
enough man goo to sustain the aging patriarch's fantasy. From when he
was perched, John had a clear view of Jack's promiment hard-on being
ridden by the teen slut. Billy's young slit spread wide, taking in more
and more of the turgid trunk. With one final almost-painful groan, Billy
sunk his entire weight down on Jackie's lap, successfully swallowing all
seven-and-a-half inches into his guts.

His blue eyes rolled backwards in their sockets as he felt the huge fat
knob imbedded deep within his cock-grasping colon.   Wriggling his boy
butt, he slowly came up off Jack's veiny shaft until just the tip of his
brother's thick cock head was pressed against his assmouth. From his
vantage point, daddy John witnessed a massive wave of Jackie-jizz pulse
out of the older boy's wide piss-slit and ooze down the hardened length
of his erect shaft. Then Billy was lowering himself once again onto his
brother's tool, inch after inch stretching him wide open until he was
skewered on the entire love muscle. He lifted himself up and down,
fucking his sweet boy hole with increasing determination. The lips of
his young ass pulsed open to accomodate the hot fucker. John excitedly
took notice of Billy's thin rectal membrane pulling away from his body
as he rose upwards, his teen asslip's wrapped around Jack's sizeable
salami. The old man was literally slobbering all over himself as he
watched his sons' fuck, his hand working faster up and down his own
leaking faucet.

The sofa rocked with the impact of Billy's fierce gyrations as he
stuffed himself with brotherly meat. It was a wonder that Jack wasn't
shaken out of his drunken stupor by the younger boy bouncing on his
groin.   Billy continued to fuck himself into a wild frenzy, craving
the fat prick's head lodging deep within his teen hole. He pumped
Jackie's thick man cock with his wet pussy hole as his hands ran through
the fine hairs of his older brother's muscular chest. The hot cock felt
so devilishly good inside of him, forcing the walls of his cute butt
open and hammering against his prostate. Even unconscious, brother Jack
was a fantastic fuck and Billy fleetingly wondered how good he might be
clean and sober. He tightened his wet boy pussy around the fat cock,
increasing the heated friction.

"OH, WOW!" he murmured. "So fucking good, Jackie! Your big prick feels
so fucking good up my tight little asshole! Come on. Jackie, don't let
me down, big brother! Shoot your load, man! Gimme that brother load up
my thirsty little baby brother ass!"

John Abbott was unable to control the loud groan which his youngest
son's words brought to his ears, but Billy was so far gone in the throes
of passion he failed to hear it. John's big balls tightened up against
his body as he neared a rollicking orgasm. He fisted his angry-looing
purple-headed monster as beads of perspiration broke out on his brow.
Teeth gnashing together, he felt that unmistakeable boiling from
somewhere in his groin, yet he refused to take his eyes off his two
boys.

Without warning, Jackie's cock suddenly swelled within young Billy. The
boy came to an abrupt halt with the entire shaft buried in his bowels,
frightened for a moment that he might be split in two if the thing grew
any wider. And then, just as suddenly, Billy felt a sticky wetness
splashing into his ass.

"Oh, YEAH!" he shouted, resuming his ride. "You're cumming! Fill me up
with that juicy cum, brother-man!"

Bolt after bolt of jism blew off inside young Billy's milking boy hole,
liberally flooding his insides. Jack's prick was like an uncapped oil
strike, shooting off its precious cargo and Billy's sucking shitter was
the welcome recipient. Billy didn't think Jackie would ever stop
cumming. The hot, warm fluid was already leaking from his tightly
clenched man-devouring
asslips.

And then, just when Billy thought the moment was over, one of Jack's
powerful arms shot up to grasp him by the hair and pull his face down to
his own handsome mug!

"Thanks, baby," he whispered drunkenly and then planted his open,
slobbering lips right on Billy's mouth. His eyes widened in shock, Billy
nevertheless participated in the uexpected kiss, his tongue sloshing
about with Jack's until the older man fell off into sleep again.

Rising up with renewed lust, Billy looked down at his good-looking
brother's prone body, hard cock still pulsing softly in his ass, and
jerked on his straining seven inches. Although Jack was obviously so far
gone he had no idea who had actually serviced his studly needs, Billy
reveled in an entirely different fantasy. The recent memory of his big
brother's sloppy tongue had him shooting his wad in short time. Ribbons
of boy juice arced up from his piss-hole and landed all over Jack's
hairy chest, wetting the matted fur. At precisely the same time John
Abbott, unable to control himself any further, blew his daddy spunk all
over his expensive suit.

Breathing heavily after his exertion, Billy allowed Jack's softening
prick to free itself from his backside. Already, cum was oozing from his
abused pink slit. Leaning down, he began to lap all his cum from brother
Jack's hairy torso and failed to stop until satisfifed he had thoroughly
cleansed his brother's chest. Coiling his tongue along the length of
rapidly softening cock, he also cleaned his brother's member of any cum
residue, savoring the pungent taste of his own asshole.

John Abbott silently crept up the stairs and locked himself inside his
bedroom. He stood behind his door for only a few moments before he heard
light feet padding down the hallway and knew Billy had returned to his
room. Only when he was behind his shut bathroom door did John flick on a
light. Quickly shucking his cum-soaked clothing, he set out to wash his
gooey hands. Reflexively, he glanced into the mirror in front of him and
was stunned to see a renewed youth reflected back at him. There was an
unmistakeable glow to his skin and a twinkling in his eyes. Damn if he
didn't appear ten years younger! Amazing, he thought, what a little
unexpected sex could do for an old man! As he slipped beneath the covers
of his antique four-poster bed, John Abbott plotted how he would one day
arrive home in a staged drunken stupor . . . . .