Date: Fri, 9 Apr 2021 19:03:48 -0400
From: Xhaiden Angel <xangel.author@gmail.com>
Subject: Breakfast With Frank

Frank Edwards prided himself on his ability to entertain. Dinner parties,
luncheons, and his breakfasts were legendary around his neighborhood. On
the Saturday morning he was supposed to entertain his boss, he had made a
special breakfast just for the occasion. Lots of eggs, crispy bacon, and a
stack of pancakes with a blueberry jam topping made the perfect meal.

Phillip Roebuck arrived just before eight in the morning.

The two men went right into the kitchen where Frank had set a very nice
table for the two of them. Phillip stopped just short of the wide kitchen
island, behind which Frank went to get the first course of food. The two
men said little, just exchanged bits of information about their work.

"I had an interesting visitor yesterday evening," Phillip said, putting his
big hands on his trim hips. "I wonder if you might know anything about
that."

"I'm sure I don't," Frank said, putting the bowl of eggs onto the counter
behind him. "I'm not one of those neighbors that's always looking at
other's houses."

He turned around and started wiping down the island. Phillip took a few
more steps toward him. The two men looked hard at one another. Frank's
pleasant smile fell a little around the corners of his mouth. He tried to
distract himself by looking at the settings on the table near the open bay
windows. Phillip came around the island and edged himself in between it and
Frank. One of his meaty hands cupped the ample bulge in the other man's
tight dress pants.

"Don't you?" Phillip asked him, using his thumb to press against the head
of Frank's thick meat. "I see you at night, standing in your window, doing
your curls, working those biceps. I see you looking down into my living
room. What are you hoping to see, neighbor?"

"Sorry," Frank stammered. "I don't mean to spy on you."

"You're not the only spy in this house."

The larger man moved in even closer, making Frank step back. He stepped
back until his back met the counter and he couldn't go back any further.

Phillip kept his hand on the man's crotch, excited by the growing shaft
inside the tight pants. He raised his other arm, exposing a thick mat of
dark, damp curls coming out from his armpit. The thin white tank top
covered his chest but the same thick hair covered his round pecs and flat
lower stomach. The tight blue running shorts were what he liked to call
"70's short," they rode up in the crotch and accentuated his ass. His big
arms and bigger legs were covered in the same dark hair.

"My visitor had been spying on me, too." He smiled. "Why don't you get out
of the fancy clothes, huh, Frank? They're a little too formal for a
breakfast between friends."

Phillip backed up and leaned against the island to watch.

Being a ginger, Frank's skin was almost the color of his white
shirt. Underneath, he had a nice physique with lean, rounded pecs, a flat
stomach, and a neat coating of red hair. Through the nice carpet, two pink,
pert nipples peeked out. He folded his shirt and laid it on the counter. He
got out of his shoes and socks, putting them to the side. When he reached
for his belt, he swallowed hard. He took his time undoing it and even
longer unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He folded them, then put them
with his shirt. Left in his underwear, he covered the front with his hands.

"Pink. Nice choice." Phillip smiled. "He was wearing a nice pair of
turquoise ones. Real nice, if I was to say so. The whole ass was out of
them. Is the ass out of yours, Frank?"

The man nodded.

"Seems like, to me, the only reason a dude would wear ass-less briefs is
because he wants to get fucked." Phillip slid a hand over his crotch. "You
wanna get fucked, Frank?"

"No," the man muttered.

Phillip walked over and put his hand back on the man's crotch. He rubbed
until the meat beneath the fabric responded. Then, he put his hand inside
the pink material and cupped the full balls. He rolled them in his palm,
enjoying the smoothness of the hairless orbs.

"Good boy," he growled, leaning in to nuzzle Frank's face. "You know I like
'em smooth. That hole smooth for me, too?"

"Yes," Frank said, his voice like a gasp.

"So, my guest, last night," Phillip said, massaging the man's meat. "He
came in around nine. Came right to my study, interrupting my work."

"Rude," Frank said, almost whispering. "Very, very rude."

"It was, wasn't it?"

Phillip got in close, then rounded his other hand over the smooth, thick
cheek of Frank's ass. He began massaging the cheek, squeezing hard each
time. He made sure the bulge in his shorts rubbed against Frank's
impressive hard on. He nuzzled the other man again, rubbing his trimmed
beard against Frank's smooth, hairless jaw. When he moved his mouth toward
Frank's, he enjoyed the thick mustache and goatee rubbing against him.

"So, this rude little fuck comes into my office, drops his coat on my
couch, and starts undressing."

"Inappropriate," Frank gasped.

"Very," Phillip agreed, massaging the man's cock. "He gets out of his sweet
little football jersey, then shucks his jeans, shoes, and socks. He's left
standing in those turquoise briefs, the ones with the open ass -- like the
ones you're wearing, Frank. The ones I bought you."

"I really like them, too. Really, I do."

"For this next part, I'm going to need you to get on the island for me,"
Phillip said, crooning into the man's ear. "In our favorite position,
Frank."

Waiting until his cock had been released, the other man did as he was
told. He got up onto the island, got to his knees, then lowered his
shoulders. This left his ass up in the air, his cheeks spread, his hole
exposed and vulnerable.

Phillip took the jar of blueberry jam from the counter. "This visitor then
came around my desk and dropped down onto his knees. That sweet little face
was flushed, his cheeks rosy and his quivering lips just as red. Know why
his lips were quivering, Frank?"

"No," the kneeling man muttered. "I don't know."

"Cock," Phillip said, matter-of-factly. "Sweet boy was craving cock."

The man opened the jar and swiped his fingers through the dark jam. He
wasted no time in slathering Frank's exposed hole with the sweet stuff. He
kept applying the jam to the man's hole until he could see half the jar was
inside him. He then inserted two thick fingers and started to work them
back and forth in a torturous slow motion.

"You ever crave cock, Frank?"

"Yes. Oh, yes. I crave cock."

He plunged both fingers past the last knuckle, smiling as Frank groaned. "I
know you do, you fucking cockwhore. I know you crave cock -- just like my
visitor."

On the island, Frank felt the fingers stirring the jam into a warm, frothy
lube that relaxed his ass and hardened his cock. The front of his pretty
pink briefs was drenched in pre-cum and the stuff ran like a river onto the
counter beneath him. He didn't dare touch himself, though. That would have
been the ultimate mistake that would have ended their breakfast.

"My cock-craving visitor wasted no time. He whipped open my pants and
started pawing inside for my cock. He needed it. I could tell by the way he
went right down on me. And didn't gag, either. The skilled little fuck
deep-throated me right off!"

He went knuckle-deep a few more time in Frank's ass before applying more of
the jam to it. The warmer stuff ran down the insides of the man's thighs,
down his pale legs, and stuck in the ginger fur. Phillip watched the hole
relax and felt it get loose around his fingers.

"Almost ready," he said, easing his fingers out.

He went to the side closet and got out a familiar stepstool. He unfolded
it, then put it in position. He picked up the jar, swiped his fingers in
it, then started fingering Frank's hole again. Deeper groans came this
time, much more desperate and needy.

"This boy was good, Frank. His mouth felt like nothing I've ever felt
before. Better than you, Frank. He sucked and licked my cock until I
couldn't stand it anymore. I told him to assume the position and you know
what he did? He climbed up on my desk and got into the same position you're
in!"

The stool was an easy six and a half inches and Phillip stepped up onto
it. He brought down the front of his shorts, letting his cock out. The
thick, uncut meat landed on the sloppy center of Frank's ass with a loud
plop! He smiled down at himself.

"I took the kid's hips and pulled him back on my dick, Frank. I didn't have
to lube him up or anything, the fucker had filled himself full of lube! All
I had to do was slide my cock into him. That's what I did, too. I slid all
the way in on the first try!"

Without any problem, Phillip slid his six and three-quarters of thick cock
into Frank's jammed asshole. The other man groaned and took firm hold of
the edge of the island. It wasn't Phillips length that made him grimace, it
was the thickness. Eight full inches, the circumference of a soda can,
stretched his asshole out and caused the warm jam to flood his thighs.

"Oh, god...oh, fucking god..."

"You always say the same thing, Frank. Like you've never taken my dick
before. Like you've never had that fuckhole stretched out like a campground
tent!"

Frank held onto the side of the island while Phillip found a slow, steady
fuck-rhythm. The thickness hurt, at first, like it always did. The warm jam
kept running but so did his pre-cum. It fountained from his cock, flowing
onto the island in large puddles. Frank's mouth watered at the thought of
so much of his sperm flooding the counter.

"This little fuck pushed back on my cock, Frank! I stayed still for a while
and let him fuck himself on me. He did, too! That little ass bucked and
grinded on my meat. He filled himself over and over with cock, groaning and
moaning like a bitch -- like you're doing Frank."

Frank groaned again. "God...oh, god...fuck...so...big."

"You know what he kept saying? My little visitor kept saying, 'Deeper,
daddy! Fuck me deeper! Give me more of that cock, daddy! More!"

Phillip opened one hand and slapped Frank's white ass with it. The man
moaned, then pushed back on Phillips massive meat. His ass burned but felt
good. He liked the pain, the way it ate into him and made his cock pulse in
time with Phillip's thrusts into him. Another few slaps and he was
delirious with the pleasure going through him. A few more and he was having
trouble not rising up and demanding to be fucked harder. That would have
gotten him punished and the excellent fucking he was getting would have
stopped right away.

"This sweet little whore was calling me daddy while he fucked himself on my
cock, Frank! It was too much, I have to tell you. Normally, I can last for
an hour or more but this sweetheart had me cumming in less than fifteen!
Between that tight asshole and his sweet moans, him calling me daddy, I was
flooding his insides in no time!"

Phillip ground himself into Frank, who groaned and pushed back. Pushing
back was allowed. Pushing back made Phillip fuck harder and faster. It made
him fuck like a bull, going balls-deep each time. It made Phillip rotate
his hips so that he got the fullest penetration possible. Frank moaned and
pushed back, making Phillip ride him all the harder, all the
faster. Phillip's hands held on to his hips, rough and ungentle. Phillip
pulled him onto his cock and Frank was all too willing to be pulled. He
wanted no mercy from this rough, hairy brute and he didn't get any. Phillip
pounded him, now. He drove him to the edge of the island with just his cock
-- then pulled him back for more.

"Look over there -- on the table. Look, Frank!" Phillip growled as he
fucked.

It was hard for Frank to focus on the table, covered in a fine linen cloth
and prepared for breakfast with Phillip. Another jar of blueberry jam sat
on one corner, along with a basket of fresh biscuits. The jam was fresh and
a new addition to their breakfast. He thought it might be something Phillip
liked, and it was! Also on the table, watching what was going on, lying on
his stomach, was the beauty of his son, Daniel.

"See him? See that sweet little fuckhole? Take a good look at that sweet
ass!"

Frank did. Daniel's first two middle fingers were working his jam-filled
hole in time with Phillip's fucking of his father's ass. Frank watched,
noticing the boy's position on the table, the same as his on the island. He
noticed the arch of his ass, the pistoning fingers, the jam running down
his legs. He noticed the thick, uncut cock oozing precum on the
table. Frank noticed the boy biting his lower lip, he noticed the way the
boy's bright blue eyes focused on him, on Phillip, on the brutal fucking
his father was getting. Frank noticed the deep cock-hungry look in the
boy's eyes.

"I bred your boy last night, Frank! I shot my cum all up inside him and he
fucking loved it!" Phillip sped up. "I fucked your boy to the edge of my
desk, then pulled him back for more! He moaned the whole time, begging me
to fuck him harder!"

"Did you?" Frank asked, barely able to form the words. "Did you, son?"

"Yes, Daddy! Oh, YES, DADDY! I wanted his cock so much!"

"Do you want it now?"

Phillip thrust one last time and Frank felt the first surge of cum scald
his insides. The stuff burned its way past the jam, blasting his prostate
and coating his insides. He screamed, clutching the island's edge. At the
same time, his own cock let loose. He hosed down the island, blasting cum
everywhere.

Phillip growled as he came, a great big bear of a man breeding his neighbor
while the man's son watched. In the last twenty-four hours, he had fucked
and bred father AND son and it got him off that they were both in the same
room now, both of them horny and cockhungry!

"Boy! Get the fuck over here!"

Daniel was slow to come out of his horny haze but when he did, he rolled
off the table and ran to the island. He knew what to do when Phillip pulled
out of Frank's ass. He latched onto the dripping hole, sucking and licking
at the cum-jam mixture. He sucked harder to get more of the stuff into his
mouth. He smeared his face with the stuff, licking and sucking as hard as
he could. Phillip pressed his face into his father's asshole and he got
more and more of the sweet stuff into his mouth.

"You sent your fuck-whore to my house, didn't you, Frank?"

"YES! Yes, I sent him...but he wanted to go!"

"Of course he did, Frank! The kid's a cock-wore and every man on this block
knows who's got the greatest cock on it!"

"You do!" Frank shouted. "You have the greatest cock on this block!"

Daniel leaned back and attacked the greatest cock on the block. His mouth
worked from head to balls to get the whole lot of cum off it. He groaned as
he gripped the man's ass. He moaned deep in his pale chest as he swallowed
cum. Phillip held his head still and rewarded his efforts with another hard
load. The man roared as he came, a sound that shook the kitchen's
glass-fronted cabinets. Phillip roared as he fed Daniel the second load of
cum since the kid turned eighteen the night before.

"God..." Frank groaned. "Oh...fuck. Goddamn, that was good."

"Of course it was good, you cocksucker! Now, get my breakfast on the table!
I gotta get my strength back before you and me grind your fuck-hole of a
son into the floor!"

* END *