Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2011 19:55:18 -0400 From: David Michelson Subject: Bryan's Dad/ Incest/ Chapter One Bryan's Dad By D. Michelson All the usual warnings apply to this story. It is a work of my devious mind and none of it is true, but wished it were. Also don't use any of it unless you ask me first. Enjoy. Chapter One: "You were never a real husband to me, Jeremy," Jane Bennett screamed at her husband. "If you had been, I would have never cheated with your best friend Carl," she added as she packed her bags. "Husband, just what did you expect from me," he retorted, his voice calm, yet firm. "Work, work, work, that is all that you have ever done. It would have been nice to have a real man around the house," he screamed back at him. It always angered her that Jeremy never would scream or shout at her, but stayed calm, even during the worse of their disagreements. "If my memory serves me right, I do recall you shopping like money grew on a tree in the back yard," was his answer and then the gloves came off. "I take it that Carl is a real man?" "Do you want to talk about fulfilling our roles; you were never a husband in the bedroom. All you ever wanted to do is take long hot baths by candlelight or massages to arouse our moods. Why couldn't you just get into bed and fuck without all that so called foreplay?" she asked, standing there with her hands on her hips. "Why... I'll tell you why, because it was either a headache night or your blasted period which seem to last weeks instead of days. So I am happy that we are divorcing, and you can have Carl with my blessings. He was never a friend to me anyways," he added exiting the bedroom and gently closing the door. He stood in the hall for the longest moment, trying desperately to regain his composure. He was just about to leave when the bedroom door flew open and Jane came out, two suitcases in hand. "I'll send for the rest of my things," she said as she walked past him. She paused at the top of the stairs and turned back to Jeremy, "and tell Bryan goodbye and that I'm sorry, but I'd rather not deal with his hysterics right now," she said coolly, turned and headed down the stairs. Jeremy felt the burning stare of eyes on his back and turned around to find, Bryan standing there, his tears running down his cheeks. He turned to find his son standing in the doorway of his bedroom with tears flowing down his cheeks. Bryan Bennett was tall, olive complexion, a gift of his mother's Greek heritage. His shoulders were broad for a sixteen year old, his hair black with a tendency to curl and his eyes... were cobalt blue and his lips were full and sensuous. "Was I that bad of a son, dad?" he asked fighting back his tears. "No son, your mother cannot bear to look you in the eye and admit that she's a tramp," a bitter Jeremy said as he turned around, re-entered his bedroom and closed the door behind him. Bryan stood there listening to his dad cry; his young heart was aching for him. "I'd have never cheated on you dad, because you are the kind of man that I have always hoped to find," he whispered before stepping back into his room. *** The next morning, Bryan sat alone at the breakfast table, eating his bowl of cereal when Jeremy entered the kitchen, wearing just his boxer briefs. Jeremy Bennett was still a fit, young looking thirty-five year old and had a well muscled body. His chest had a dusting of dark hair covering it with tall, hard nipples rising like a monolith. "Oh my God dad, I don't think that I have ever seen you wandering around in just your underwear," a stunned, but pleased, Bryan stated, his eyes glued to his father's rock hard ass as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "That's because your mother never allowed it. So from now on Bryan, if you want to walk around in your... well whatever you're wearing for underwear these days, go for it," he stated and turned toward Bryan, showing his massive bulge to Bryan's feasting eyes. "As a matter of fact son, if you even want to walk around naked, then go for it," he added. "I think I like the new dad, you're not so inhibited and you're totally..." he stopped himself from saying hot, because his father would probably whip his ass and disown him for such a gay statement. Yes Bryan was gay, he'd known it ever since puberty started and his dad's younger brother, Jacob, bedded him when he caught Bryan masturbating. "Well gotta go dad, I've got football practice and should be home around five," he said and then he did something that he hadn't done since he was eight years old; he framed his father's face with his hands and kissed his dad softly on the lips. Jeremy stood frozen as the kiss lingered a bit longer than was acceptable, and then Bryan bolted from the kitchen. Jeremy stood there in shock, his fingers touching the spot where Bryan's lips had just been. But that wasn't what alarmed him the most, it was his instant erection that did. "What is wrong with me, a goodbye kiss from my son got me excited? My God Jeremy, he's your son for crying out loud," he said aloud, dropping into a chair and watching Bryan as he walked to his car, noticing how handsome and well built his son was. As Bryan set his backpack on the top of his car, Jeremy looked down at his own crotch and noticed that his briefs had a large wet spot in the front, and his cock was still hard. Who was he kidding; there had always been that special something about Bryan. Even as a child, he'd had the most extraordinary eyes, cobalt blue that defied, challenged, dared and laughed. By ten, he'd had a certain way of walking, Jeremy remembered feeling that it wasn't natural how the boy walked, nothing at all like the other boys. Now Bryan's ass seemed to taunt Jeremy's sensuous side, he remembered back that he had thought then, as a young boy that it was a sensuous ass and it had appealed to him. Jeremy had fooled around with his brother, Jacob, back in high school, but other than that, he'd never been interested in men. Let alone a boy who was his son. Bryan got in his car and he noticed his father staring out of the window, as if day dreaming. He was dreaming, Jeremy was caught up in a spell... Bryan's spell and he knew that he was not immune to the lust that was grabbing his heart; no one ever would be, not if they knew Bryan. Watching...staring, Jeremy thought ironically with humor. There had been times back then and even this morning when he was convinced that Bryan had been watching him, as if desiring him. "Oh come on now Jeremy, this is Bryan that you are thinking about," he said aloud, shaking his head with disgust. He gave himself a mental shake, squared his shoulders and stood up, breaking that train of lustful thought. He walked to the counter, placed his cup in the sink, and continued his thinking. His hands rested on the counter as he gave this matter a second and a third thought. He was wrong, dead wrong, to be thinking about Bryan so lustfully. The world, his world was revolving disastrously these days, as if moving on some unseen axis. The very world he knew had come to an end; his wife had left him for another man. His best friend at that and now, this morning, he found himself lusting for his son. He knew where he should be standing on this issue, but he found that he was undecided. He was contemplating incest with Bryan. What about the people he knew, his family, why they would be appalled by his thoughts. He'd be arrested if he ever made known his thoughts, and just where that would leave Bryan, he feared to guess. Bryan would hate him, absolutely loathe him. A man did not, could not, and would not betray himself, much less his son in such a way as... incest. "Yes, Bryan would definitely hate me, because there are no gray areas with this." "Why would I hate you, dad," Bryan asked, Jeremy whirled around to find his son standing in the kitchen doorway staring at him. "Bryan... I thought that... why aren't you in school?" he asked, stunned to see him standing there. "I'm skipping today dad, now answer my question," Bryan demanded, closing the door behind him after he set his backpack down on the floor. How long had he been standing there, Jeremy thought as he gazed into those cobalt blue eyes and he could swear that Bryan could see clear to his soul? "Ah...nothing son... ah... I was just running something by my brain," he stammered, and when Bryan glanced down at his father's bulge, he saw the wet spot and smiled. "Did I cause that dad, after all, you were perving out the window earlier," Bryan dared to asked as he stepped over to his father, lifting a finger to trace a lazy circle around a taut nipple. "So tell me dad, was it the kiss or was it my ass that your eyes seemed glued to that caused it?" he asked again and let his hand roam down to the bulge in his father's briefs. "Bryan this is no way to..." he was interrupted when Bryan's lips crushed hard against his father's in a heated kiss. Bryan broke the kiss, stepped back and let their eyes lock together, there were no words spoken. Jeremy reached out to Bryan and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him tightly to him. The tempest and passion... the heat in Jeremy's arms was so great that Bryan immediately entwined his own arms around Jeremy's neck, and for a long moment, his head lay against his father's chest. Jeremy's hands slipped down to Bryan's waist and he pulled him closer to him. As Bryan raised his face up so that their eyes could meet, he felt that surging of energy that seem to flow through them, almost like an electrical current, surging from their eyes and down to their groin... instantly causing an erection for them. Jeremy's lips met Bryan's once again, open-mouthed, in hungry wet kisses, kisses that melded their lips and their bodies, which brought the searing heat from that sweet touch to burn deep into the heart of their unleashed desire. Bryan knew all along what he was doing. He'd planned it while sitting in his car. He knew that his kiss earlier had had an affect on his dad, so he needed; no he desired to take it as far as his father would let him. Here he was now standing in his father's embrace; their mouths joined together as if Siamese twins. Yes he knew he would succeed in seducing his father. He knew it before his lips kissed from Jeremy's earlobes and neck, to trail provocatively down the length of his neck in a seductive manner. He had his father on fire with desire and he was proud of what he had accomplished in such a short time. Jeremy gasped when Bryan's lips found a nipple and began teasing and nibbling gently on it. Jeremy's pulse was raging as Bryan's mouth suckled hard on his hardened nipple. "My God Bryan, where on earth did you ever learn how to turn a man on in such a way," Jeremy gasped, holding his son by the head as he nibbled harder on his father's nipple. "My word son... the things that you can do with your tongue," Jeremy moaned, he oblivious of his morals now as he urged Bryan's lips across his hair covered chest to the other nipple, holding his mouth to it. Jeremy felt like he was falling, plunging head long into an abyss of pure ecstasy. He was trembling as his senses reeled, the warmth was so sweet and yet, it was all consuming. He needed Bryan's lips, so he pulled Bryan's mouth upward until it was fused with his. He knew that what they were doing was wrong, but fuck, he'd gone so far now that he couldn't, didn't want to stop. As their kiss deepened, Jeremy's fingers worked rapidly at the buttons on Bryan's shirt. He'd never had a problem unbuttoning a blouse in the throws of passion with a woman, so why was it so hard to get his son's shirt unbuttoned? He gave up and stepped back as he literally tore the shirt from Bryan's body and sending buttons flying everywhere. "Damn dad, aren't you the animal this morning," Bryan chided and stepped closer to his dad as Jeremy worked to unfasten his son's jeans. As Jeremy lowered his son's jeans, so did he lower down to his knees. He helped Bryan step from his jeans and once he had the boy half naked, he looked at the wet bulge that was before him. Bryan's cock was hard and it was leaking like an old faucet as it pressed against the soft cotton fabric. Placing his fingers in the waistband of Bryan's briefs, Jeremy rapidly tore them down Bryan's hard, muscular legs and tossed them over his shoulder. Jeremy sat the boy down on a chair and lifted his foot to remove his sock. He slowly, seductively pulled the sock from the foot and began sucking and caressing each toe with his tongue. Bryan was beside himself with ecstasy, as Jeremy eased his tongue between each toe. Once he had thoroughly tongue bathed his left foot, he did the same to the right. Bryan had always known that his father was hot, but an animal, this was all new to him. He loved his father and he had all he could do not to cum as he sat there watching his dad making love to his feet, something that he had always thought to be gross. But now, it was erotic how Jeremy licked, sucked and then nibbled on each extremity, as if each toe were his cock. Jeremy looked up at his son and saw the hunger and passion that he had aroused in him, in his eyes. Holding his eyes with Bryan's, Jeremy licked slowly up Bryan's right leg, until his tongue was lapping at his son's balls. The heat of his tongue and the fact that it was his father that was now seducing him was enough to send Bryan careening over his edge. "I'm gonna cum dad," Bryan howled out as soon as Jeremy's tongue began caressing his balls. Jeremy froze. He sat there at Bryan's feet on his haunches and stared at his son's cock as it exploded, his hand pumping his cock as it spewed more and more of his cum. Jeremy stood up and suddenly, guilt encased his mind, "What have I done," he blurted out and he began to tremble. He turned, ran from the room and up the stairs to his bedroom before Bryan knew what had happened. Jeremy knew that what he had just done was the worse crime that any father could commit against a son, short of murder. "Dad, may I come in," Bryan asked as he softly knocked on his father's bedroom door. "No son, I'm too ashamed of what I just did to you," Jeremy cried out and then turned to bury his face in his pillow. His guilt was horrible, it was blinding and he could not stop his crying. He had always told his son that he could trust him to come to him with whatever problem that he may have. But now, when his son needed a father most, what did he do to him, he had practically raped the boy. Jeremy's remorse was so great; he never noticed when Bryan crawled onto the bed beside him. As Jeremy cried, Bryan gently placed his hand on his father's bare back and began to gently rub it. "Don't do this dad, don't turn and run from me," he chided. "Mom did that to me, so please, don't you do it also," Bryan begged, and then urged his father to turn over so that he could see his dad. "What I did to you, Bryan, a father should never do," he said again. "I am suppose to guide you, to protect you, but never am I suppose to seduce and have sex with you... never," he said and he looked long and hard at his son before leaving the bed. "What are you doing dad?" Bryan asked, puzzled by his sudden behavior and watching him dress. "I need to get away for a while," he said, pulling on his jeans, tucking his yellow oxford shirt in before fastening up the jeans. "There's money in the bank account for dinner, so use what you need until I return," Jeremy said and then paused for a long, suffering moment. "Forgive me Bryan" he shifted his eyes to Bryan's naked body, "and for God's sake get dressed," were the last words Jeremy said before leaving Bryan stunned and sitting there alone. *** Jeremy was torn within, he shamefully admitted to himself that he had enjoyed his little tryst with Bryan, but he also admitted that what he was feeling was shame, pure, unadulterated shame. "Dear Lord what I have done to you, Bryan," he cried aloud as he drove through town aimlessly. "A drink... I need a fucking drink," he said, spotting a bar just up ahead. He pulled his car into the parking lot of the Blue Oyster Bar and parked it. He got out and hurriedly walked to the door, flung it open and stepped inside. He literally felt his way to the bar because the lighting was dim, seductively dim. Taking a seat at the bar, he ordered a beer and sat back, taking a deep breath and still waiting for his eyes to adjust. "There you go handsome," the bartender said, placing the beer before Jeremy. "What do I owe you," Jeremy asked holding his wallet and digging for a bill. "Nada... its compliments of the gentleman," Clark, the handsome bartender said, motioning to a young man that sat several seats down from Jeremy. "Some guy paid for my beer?" he asked looking down the bar at the young man that was now holding up his beer in salute to Jeremy. Jeremy lifted his mindlessly and saluted back and then noticed that the man stood, walked the short distance to him and took the seat beside him. "Aaron, Aaron Mathews," he said with a smile and his hand extended toward Jeremy. "Jeremy Bennett and thanks for the beer," he said politely, noticing that the man still held his hand. Finally Aaron released his grasp and placed his hand gently on Jeremy's upper leg, giving it a gentle squeeze. Jeremy gasped, looked around the room and noticed that it was just men in the bar. Some were dancing on the dance floor while others were kissing in the darkness of a corner. "Would you care to dance," Aaron asked and before Jeremy could answer, still shocked that he had wandered into a gay bar, found him being whisked away and into the arms of Aaron. A slow seductive song was playing and Aaron held Jeremy close to his body, their manhood pressing against each other. As Aaron led Jeremy around the dance floor, his hand slowly slid down Jeremy's back and came to rest on the hardness of his round ass. Aaron seductively caressed Jeremy's ass as he just as seductively ground his cock against Jeremy's. This was the first time that he'd ever been in a gay bar, and Jeremy was too frightened to speak, more like shock it was. He just looked pensively around the room at the other men dancing and was about to speak when he felt Aaron's lips cover his. The kiss was hard, deep and he found Aaron's tongue forcing its way into his mouth, dueling with his. "Jeremy was mortified, he'd never kissed a man, much less a stranger, but here he was dancing and locked together with a man that he'd just met. Aaron slowed their steps and Jeremy found that he was being led away to a booth in one of the darkest corners of the bar. Aaron slid Jeremy in and entered right behind him. "You're quite the kisser and dancer, Jeremy," Aaron said and took captive, Jeremy's mouth with his. Again he found his mouth locked in heated dance of passion and his head reeling from the events of the day, as well as from Aaron. "I'm straight," Jeremy gasped out when Aaron broke the kiss. "You're kidding me, right?" Aaron asked, moving back and looking amusedly at Jeremy. "No man that kisses like that is straight," he added and leaned forward into Jeremy for another kiss. Jeremy averted the kiss and pressed his hands against Aaron's chest, holding him back. "No Aaron I'm not kidding you, I am straight." "Then why are you here in a gay bar," he sighed, "and why did you allow me to dance with you?" "You moved so quickly when you asked me to dance that I found myself in your arms on the dance floor before I could answer you. And as for being in here, I had no idea that it was a gay bar, I need a drink and stopped at the first bar I saw," he added. The silence between the two men seemed deafening as they sat there wondering what to say next. But it wasn't neither that spoke first, but another man that had come to stand beside their booth. "Jeremy... my God bro it is you," Jacob, his brother said, shocked to see Jeremy sitting there and with a man, no less. "So you decided to come over to my side, eh?" he asked smiling warmly at Jeremy and then Aaron. "My God Jacob, what are you doing here," he asked and then his eyes about popped when a handsome blond man came up with a beer for Jacob and kissed him. "I guess it's about time that I told you bro, I'm gay," he said with pride and his arm wrapped possessively around the young man's waist beside him. "I just never thought that you were," he added. "Rick, this is my older brother, Jeremy or Jer as I always called him. "Nice to meet you... Jer, and quite the catch also," Rick said, shook Jeremy's hand and then shook his head no. "I'm no ones catch, I made a mistake coming in here and never realized it was a gay bar." He explained. "Yeah bro, all you first timers say that when caught in a gay bar," Jacob laughed, joined by the others also. Jacob slid into the seat across from Jeremy and pulled his date in with him. "Now tell me bro, what's bothering you, because I know you, this is so not you," he asked, placing his hands over those of Jeremy's. "I have never known to go drinking in a bar, gay or straight, it's just not you Jer," he added. "How about you and I go dance and leave them to talk," Aaron said to Rick, he nodded and they wandered off to the dance floor. "Ok bro, talk to me, tell your little brother what's bothering you," Jacob asked quietly, his hands still resting atop Jeremy's. "I can't Jake... you'd be so ashamed of me," Jeremy whispered, hanging his head in shame. "Jeremy please, you and I are brothers for Christ's sake and we have always been able to talk to one another." "Really Jake, we can talk about anything," Jeremy asked and Jacob nodded his head in agreement. "Then why didn't you ever tell me that you were gay... huh Jake... answer me that," he said angrily over the table to his brother. "I was afraid that you would disown me like dad did," Jacob whispered back and Jeremy could see the hurt and tears in his brother's eyes. "Is your being gay the reason why dad never seems to have you over to the house," Jeremy asked, now putting two and two together about his father and Jacob. He remembered back to when it happened and how he could never get his father to tell him what it was the separated them. "You never knew, Jer," a surprised Jacob asked and Jeremy shook his head as he squeezed his brother's hands comfortingly. "I thought the whole family knew, because..." he began and then stopped, his emotions causing him lower his head to the table as he cried. "I don't care if you're gay Jake, not as long as you are happy," Jeremy whispered, bending closer to his brother and kissing the top of his head. "You do know that Bryan's gay... don't you?" Jacob asked and gasped when Jeremy sat up in shock from the revelation about his son's sexuality. "Oh fuck... damn, you didn't know, did you," Jacob asked and again Jeremy shook his head. "Can we leave Jake, we need to talk and this is not the place to do it," Jeremy said, needing a brother now, the brother that he'd had loved and was always able to talk to even though Jacob was much younger. "How about we go back to my place and talk," he offered, slid from the booth and while gesturing to Jeremy to wait, he walked over to Rick and began talking. "We're good to go, your man is going to be entertaining the guy that I picked up tonight," he told his brother as the two walked toward the door. "He wasn't my man, Jake, I'm straight and you know it," he charged, pushing past his brother and out of the door. "Whatever bro," Jacob whispered below his breath as he followed Jeremy to his car. "Leave it Jer, I'll bring you back later to get it," he said and redirected Jeremy to his truck. "I'll drive and you talk," he added as he opened the door. "Would you loan me your cell phone, I should call Bryan and tell him where I'm at," Jeremy said quietly and took the phone that Jacob offered. "Oh fuck wait... don't open it," Jacob called out, reaching for his phone before Jeremy could open it. But he was too late, Jeremy flipped it open and then gasped, there as a screen saver was Bryan's naked picture when the boy was around thirteen. "What is this Jake... you have a naked picture of Bryan?" "I can explain that... oh fuck, I knew I should have never used it as me screen saver," he said, running his fingers nervously through his hair. "Please tell me that my son did not pose for this willingly," Jeremy asked, his stomach churning wildly now as he gazed a seductively smiling boy of thirteen. "My God man, he was just a kid, Jake." "I know and yes, Bryan was the one that offered to let me take this picture of him naked. He knew that I was gay, I told him I was gay when I caught him in his bedroom beating off," he said, offering more disclosure about his life and now Bryan's. "I'd stopped by looking for you but when I entered the house, I heard a moaning and I thought that someone was hurt." "Did you... he..." he couldn't bring himself to ask if they had had sex together. "Yes Jer, we did the deed together, but I never forced or raped him, he made the first move," he quickly added. "He seduced me and the next think I knew, we were in bed together." Why the fuck did I offer to drive, he is going to fucking kill me, Jacob thought as he glanced over at his brother. "I'm sorry bro, really I am sorry that you had to find all this out about all this, and not just me, but about Bryan also," he said sadly, hoping that Jeremy would not react violently toward him. "Please don't hate me, Jer." "I don't hate you Jake, because I am just as guilty," Jeremy whispered, looking out of the window beside him. "Guilty Jer, guilty of what," he asked, causing Jeremy to turn toward him. "I practically raped Bryan today," he said and then turned back toward the window. "You did what... come on bro, talk to me, because there is no way that you could have done this," he said as he turned into his driveway. *** He barely had the truck in gear when Jeremy leaped from it and stood waiting for his brother to join him. Jacob wrapped his arm lovingly around his brother's shoulder and walked him up to his front door. This was the first time that Jeremy had ever been to his brother's house. Not because he had never been invited, but because he had always been to busy working to have any free time to come. It seemed that he had not only spent his entire adult life working, but he let his work destroy his marriage, and now his relationship with Bryan and Jacob. It was a lovely ranch style house and when Jacob flipped on the lights, it was masculine in how it was furnished. The room was rich in deep mahogany paneling and the furniture, leather. The only thing that gave it away as a gay man's home was the paintings. They were of naked men posing in seductive positions. It reflected a room that any gay man would have been at ease in, it reeked of masculinity. "Sit... please make yourself comfortable while I grab us a beer and then we'll talk," Jacob said, tossing his keys onto a table before disappearing into the kitchen. Seconds later he reappeared with to Land Shark beers in his hand. He handed one to Jeremy and then down nearly all of his before sitting. "Listen bro, I never once came onto Bryan in any way, shape or form. I am his uncle and he seduced me. I've avoided him ever since that day because of my love for you," he said, sitting beside Jeremy. "But you are the adult, Jake," Jeremy reminded him. "You are supposed to know better." "I do and I did, but damn it Jeremy, I am human and I couldn't resist his seduction. Besides, you just admitted to nearly raping him, so tell me about that, bro," he asked defensively. Jeremy explained it all, starting with the night before, his sour mood the next morning and how Bryan had cupped his face with his hands and kissed him goodbye on the lips. "It wasn't a peck on the lips that most kids give their dads, he pressed hard against my lips and I felt his tongue caress my lips before he hurried out the door for school." He told him and then went on to explain all the rest that had happened after. "Damn, I knew Bryan had a power of seduction, but seducing you, Jer?" he said and then got up, walked to his living room window and stared out it. "What... why so quiet all the sudden?" Jeremy asked, coming up behind him. "I'll be right back," he said and stepped from the room, returning later with an envelope. "What's this," Jeremy asked when Jacob handed it to him. "Just open it and read it," Jacob told him and turn back to the window while Jeremy opened the envelope, pulled the folded letter from it and read it. The silence in the room was so painfully quiet. Jeremy read and re-read the letter before handing it back to Jacob. "When did he send you this?" Jeremy asked of the letter. "About four or so weeks after he and I had had sex," he told him, turning back to look at him. "I had been avoiding Bryan, his calls and even a time he came to my house, I wanted nothing to do with him." "Why Jake, he's your nephew, so why shun him?" "Because he's your son, Jer, that's why. I love you man; you mean the world to me and always have. I didn't want to hurt you anymore than I had by continuing sexually with Bryan." "But the letter asks you to help him win me over as a lover," Jeremy said, still not believing all this about his only son. "Don't you see it bro, to Bryan you are his hero. He's so damn in love with you that he's willing to lose all to have you." "My God what have I allowed to happen all these years," Jeremy cried out, falling to the floor in anguish. "Don't Jer... don't blame yourself for what Bryan feels for you. Would it be all that bad if you and Bryan were to fall in love," he asked, shocking Jeremy suddenly from his crying. "Are you crazy Jake, it's not natural for a father and son to be in love, not in a sexual way," Jeremy said defensively. "It would be like you and I having sex... it's just not natural, bro. "It didn't seem to bother you when we did it all those years back," Jacob reminded him. "Nor would it bother me now, bro," Jacob added, turned and faced his brother. "Yes Jer, I too have been in love with you throughout the years." "What... my God man, what is happening to our family?" he asked as he backed away from Jacob. But Jacob had had enough; he reached out, pulled Jeremy into his arms, and kissed him. Jeremy struggled against his brother's arms, but found his grasp to hard to escape. He stopped struggling and surrendered to the kiss, even accepting his brother's tongue into his. It was a powerful, all consuming kiss that spoke of a love that was not only forbidden, but desired. Instantly, they became emblazed in the inferno that tore through their body. Hands became frantic as they hurried to undress each other, kissing as the walked down the hall to Jacob's bedroom. Soon Jacob found himself laid fiercely and yet tenderly upon the bed. Jeremy lay quickly beside him, pulling Jacob into his arms. Jacob didn't struggle, he had his brother in his arms as he had always dreamed of and he was not going to surrender his hold. He pressed his lips hard, his tongue deep into his brother's mouth as they rolled around on the bed. Jacob soon found his body beneath Jeremy's. "I have loved you so fucking much Jer, that I felt I'd die if this never happened," he said, pulling his brother's mouth to his in another kiss. "Why now Jake, how come you never told me how you felt earlier?" Jeremy's eyes were gazing into those of his brother's and he felt a twinge of love that he was sure was unnatural. "I did try Jer, but each time you said that I was confused by what we had shared and that I'd soon get over it. But I didn't get over it, it grew within me. I watched you become a man, a man that I loved more than my life." "But we're over ten years apart bro," he reminded Jacob. "I'm thirty-five and you're just barely twenty-one." "So when did love know an age? Jeremy, I know that you feel that this is incest and yes it is. I also know that you feel it is wrong for brothers to be in love and sexual together. But damn it bro, I love you and damn if I am going to let your stupid morals rob me of loving you." Jacob was adamant about making Jeremy see how he felt and how right it could be. "Look at me Jeremy, look into my eyes and tell me that you don't want me," Jacob said determined to have his brother. "I can't Jake," he whispered softly, but held their eye's gaze. "I love you, I always have but was afraid that we would be caught if I allowed us to fall in love." "Make love to me Jeremy, make love like you did all those years ago," Jacob whispered against the softness of his brother's lips. Jacob thought that their kiss before could enter deeply into him. Now it seared a trail so hot and demanding that it denied him all thought as it robbed him of his very breath as their mouths joined as one. While their mouths danced together, Jeremy's hand slid down to Jacob's cock and Jacob arched against it, pressing his cock up against the palm of his brother's hand. "I love you Jeremy," Jacob whispered, wrapping his legs around his brother's hips and offering his very soul to him. Jeremy eased his throbbing cock into Jacob's heat, burying it fully in him. Jacob sighed when he felt the fullness of Jeremy's cock deep within him, thrusting upward to get every inch of his brother's manhood. "Fuck me... fuck me like I am the only one that you have ever desired," Jacob whispered and then kissed him. His kiss was hot and as demanding as his body was. The two men heaved and fell as they made love together. Jacob's body was on fire and its liquid fire encased Jeremy's cock as it pulled and milked his cock of its essence. Never, not even with his wife, had Jeremy felt such a drive... such a hunger to release as he did now fucking Jacob and he wasn't about to falter. "I cannot hold back sweetheart," Jeremy moaned, thrusting hard, deep and fast into the very core of the fire. "Give me it my love... give me your cum," Jacob cried out, tears rolling heavy down his cheeks as his body thrust upward frantically to meet each thrust that Jeremy gave him. "Aaaaagggghhhh fuck, here it comes," he screamed and thrust one more time into Jacob, stopped and let the initial blast fill Jacob. Jacob felt the warmth flooding his insides and his hips rose to meet the resumed, urgent thrusts of Jeremy's cock. Torrents of cum flooded deep within as the two men rose and fell together in unison until Jeremy was spent. "Don't move... don't even breathe," Jacob begged as he struggled to hold back his own climax. Jeremy could feel his brother's imminent climax; he pulled his spent cock from his brother and enveloped Jacob's cock with his mouth. Jacob gasped and shot his cum into the warmth of Jeremy's mouth. Never had he had such an eruption. "Oh fuck Jer... suck me... I can't stop shooting," Jacob cried out as Jeremy continued to suck. Spent and emotionally exhausted, the two brothers lay within each other's arms and kissed. They kissed deep and long, oblivious to all around them. "Why dad... what did I do to make you run to Uncle Jake," Bryan said, surprising the two men with his sudden appearance in the room. Bryan's Dad By D. Michelson Chapter One All the usual warnings apply to this story. It is a work of my devious mind and none of it is true, but wished it were. Also don't use any of it unless you ask me first. Enjoy. Chapter One: "Why dad... what did I do to make you run to Uncle Jake," Bryan said, surprising the two men with his sudden appearance in the room. Chapter Two: "Bryan... what are you doing here," Jeremy asked. "I might ask you the same thing, dad," Bryan bitterly said. "I will leave you two alone to talk," Jacob said, getting up from the bed and pulling on a robe before leaving the room. "No Jake, please stay because this involves you also." Jeremy said as he grabbed his brother by the arm to prevent him from leaving. "I need a drink and this will give you two a time to work out things between you. I will be back in a moment Jer," he assured him and left. "Why dad, was I that repulsive to you?" Bryan asked, standing against the closed door and looking intently into his father's eyes. "Oh no son, never," Jeremy said and hurried from the bed. "Then tell me why you can go to bed with Uncle Jake, but your son is not good enough? Tell me dad, tell me what he has that I don't," he added as he stood there in tears. "I can't son, because you are my flesh and blood, born of my seed and he's just a brother," he said and when he saw the hurt and rejection in his eyes, Jeremy's heart melted. "Oh dad," Bryan cried out and lunged into his father's arms. Their lips met, their tongues danced and Jeremy finally surrendered to his son. Bryan broke the kiss and stepped back, taking in his father's nakedness. His shoulders were broad and a deep bronze in the light of the moon that was spilling through the window. His body was muscled but lean, so taut in the belly was Jeremy that Bryan gasped when he reached over and traced the valleys. His hips were manly but lean and his passion, it rose from within the dark nest of his loins. Jeremy was a seduction himself, luring and enticing, his very persona invited one into its web. He was that handsome and yet, he didn't know it. He had always thought of himself as average. It was this view of him that made him so damn attractive. Bryan's soul was on fire with a liquid fire that burned unstoppable within him. He wanted to touch his father's cock so he reached out and as they locked eyes, Bryan wrapped his fingers around the hardened member and slowly stroked it. He'd had enough of this torture and he fell hard atop Bryan, lifting his son's legs up and onto his shoulders. He gazed lovingly down into Bryan's eyes and as their lips met, he thrust his cock deep into Bryan. Bryan arched his back, meeting his father's thrust with his own. His senses were flooding with rapture as ecstasy coursed through his body. His son was warm and tight, his inner velvet wrapped about his cock and he knew that he would not hold out for long. "I love you dad," Bryan whispered against Jeremy's lips. "I love you son, I love you more than life itself," he whispered in reply and quickening his thrusts. Jeremy could feel his son's climax approaching, for his insides were strangling his cock as he drove ever deeper and harder into his heat. "I'm gonna cum... aaaaggghhh yessssss," Bryan screamed and spewed his seed between their bodies. "Aaaaaggggghhhhh fuck... cumming," Jeremy cried out and thrust harder into Bryan, stopped and blasted his insides with his richness. He resumed his thrusts as Bryan continued his shooting. Both were moving in perfect harmony as they fell over their edge and into the abyss of ecstasy. Each clung to one another until spent. "I love you dad...totally and forever," Bryan whispered "I love you too sweet baby boy," Jeremy whispered back and they clung as they kissed, riding out that sweet tide of afterglow. The End! Here is a little quick story that I wrote today during lunch. I do hope that you enjoyed it and I look forward to your comments. You can comment about the story at: dmichelson1977@gmail.com Thanks guys, David