Date: Sun, 01 Jan 2023 20:50:29 +0000 From: SFWolf Subject: "Captain's Orders" Chapter I Categories: Gay, Adult Youth, Athletics, Incest, Authoritarian The following story is is an original work of fiction, based on some actual events. The author is over the age of eighteen. This story depicts sexual situations between adult and minor males. If this context is illegal where you reside, or you otherwise find it offensive, please do not read. Move on to a more suitable story for you. If you are under the age of eighteen, do not read this story. I welcome feedback, both positive responses and constructive criticism, at sfwolf@protonmail.com If you like what you're reading on Nifty, please make sure to donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ to keep this FREE site going. -Wolf CAPTAIN'S ORDERS CHAPTER I - IN THE GARAGE I was going to stay the night at my buddy Matt Barber's house. We just started our Junior year, and had been friends since I started at Del Rio High the year before. Matt's dad was a firefighter, and a giant of a man. He was 6'2" tall and 210 lbs. of pure muscle. His skin was southern Italian dark, with huge, smooth arms bursting out of his short-sleeve uniform shirt. He took his job and rank very seriously, and everyone younger than him called him "Captain Barber" or just "Captain." I'd only heard some adults call him "Ron." He was amazing to me, nothing like my shorter, smaller father. We lived on the other side of town from each other, so I had never been to his house before. His father picked us up from school on a Friday in his tricked-out black '67 Malibu and took us home. On the way, he opened up the throttle on a little on Foothills Boulevard and gave us a show of what the big-block V-8 could do. We pulled into the garage of a bland two-story suburban house, almost identical to all the others on Summerfield Court. Behind the single second door of their three-car garage was a fully-outfitted weight training gym. The floor was covered in old orange shag carpet and there was a speed bag, a punching bag, and a rowing machine. In the center of the space was a huge weight bench, with stacks of weights up to 55lbs. each and a rack of dumbbells. On the wall above the window was a wooden plaque that immediately caught my interest. The jigsawed edges were burned with a torch, and cut-outs from porn magazines were pasted onto it. The whole thing was covered in clear resin. He saw me staring at it as he emptied the trunk. "You like that, eh?" "Um... yeah." "That was a gift from some buddies of mine for my graduation from the Academy. I was the head of my class, and they thought I should have something pretty to look at. Those are all the Penthouse Pets of 1980. See the redhead up in the corner? That's Lindsay Ekert, February Pet of the Month. My favorite." Matt had seen it all before, and he'd gone into the house. But I was mesmerised. I'd never seen porn images out in the open, on someone's garage wall. As we stood there Captain Barber came behind me and put his hand on my shoulder. "See that tool chest over there?" he asked in a lowered voice. "There's more in the bottom two drawers. I'll unlock it and you can take a look anytime you want tonight." "Thanks, Captain Barber." "I know what it's like to be a young guy. You might learn some things." He pulled the keyring off his belt clip and unlocked both drawers. "That's for later. Now come inside." Matt and I did some homework and then played Nintendo for the rest of the afternoon. Mrs. Barber was away at her mom's house, so Mr. Barber ordered a pizza for dinner. We ate in the family room as we watched a couple of movies and then went to Matt's room. We were sitting on his bedroom floor talking when Matt's dad told us "11:00, lights out boys." He looked right at me as he said it. "Your dad's a fucking ox." "Yeah, he's big. We work out on the bags and the weights together sometimes. He wants me to start lifting seriously and bulking up, but my mom wants me to wait until I get older. "Do you guys work out a lot?" "Yeah. He's out there every day, at least for a while. I'm out there a few times a week. He doesn't like working out at the station." "Your dad told me there's stuff in his tool chest to look at." "I know. We've looked at it together before. But he always locks it up when we're done. He doesn't want my mom to know." "Today when we got here, he unlocked it and told me I could look at it." "No shit! Let's go out there!" We moved as quietly as we could down the hall toward the stairs. Matt showed me which squeaky stair to avoid as we moved though the vast house and out to the garage. The drawer opened almost silently on its ball-bearing slides to reveal an amazing array of porn. Copies of Penthouse and Hustler from the 80's. Old, thumbed over copies of Cheri and Gent. "He's never let me look at these alone. I don't know why he waited until now." As we went deeper into the drawer, things got more specific. Ass Ladies, Juggs. We hit the bottom of the first drawer. "He's never opened the bottom drawer." The bottom drawer glided open to reveal more porn, but all of it gay and recent editions. Jock, Honcho, Inches, InTouch. I'd never seen gay porn before, and Matt was just as intrigued. We started taking out magazines and flipping through them. They were full of godlike men; some shaved and perfect, others hairy and untamed. Cocks hard and soft, models alone and in pairs or groups. Some of it was posing, others was action shots of men fucking. There was even a copy of Drummer, and the leather and S/M images inside were as exciting to me as they were confusing. We kept rummaging through and reading. My dick was warm and hard as I looked over the beautiful bodies. I could tell Matt was feeling the same. "What the fuck, dude? Is your dad a homo?" "Fuck you, dude!" "Well, if he isn't, he's into some crazy homo shit." "Yeah. I didn't know about the gay ones. We've only looked at the girlie mags before.. When we look at them together, sometimes we jack off." "What, right in front of each other?" "Yeah, my dad says there's nothing weird about it. It's what men do when they're horned up." "You want to?" "I'm cool with it." Matt took a copy of Jock and sat on the floor with his back against the weight bench. He pulled his shorts and underwear down and started touching his cock. I'd never seen his naked crotch before, and he was fully-developed. A full nest of thick black pubes surrounded a thin 5" cock. He started pulling slowly as he turned the pages. I grabbed a Honcho with two guys in leather on the cover and started looking through it. As I turned the pages past men dressed as cops in leather and construction workers, I kneaded at my crotch. Then I pulled my shorts and underwear down to be more comfortable. I wanted to keep myself from cumming: Partially because I was embarrassed to cum in front of Matt, but also because I wanted to last as long as possible. I don't know how long we'd been down there when we heard the door into the laundry room open. We threw the magazines down and pulled up our pants as Matt's dad walked in. He stood over us in the boxer shorts he slept in. His chest was as smooth as his arms, except for closely-trimmed line of black hair leading from just above his outie down to the waistband. His thick, powerful legs were the reward for all of the squats and presses he'd done. "I see you boys found my stash." "Yes SIR," Matt responded in his dad's preferred method of address. "You like what you see, Jared?" "Yes, Captain Barber." "Call me `Sir,' Jared." "Yes Sir." "You mind if I look with you? You boys seem to be interested in the bottom drawer." "No, SIR." "No, Sir." The Captain sat down on the floor next to Matt and put his arm around him. He picked up one side of the magazine Matt was reading and together they looked at a spread of a muscular blond man in a shower. His body was completely hairless and his crotch was shaved. You could see the tan lines of a thong bathing suit on his bronze body in various positions and poses. As Matt looked, Captain Barber started stroking and massaging his neck and shoulders. He put his hand on Matt's thigh and rubbed up toward his crotch. "Boys, you can go ahead and get comfortable. It's fine with me." We slowly pulled our shorts off and sat in our underwear for a moment. "Come on, all the way off. We're all men here.' I pulled down my tightie-whities and Matt took his boxer shorts off. My mom was still buying me underwear for a child, but Matt's mom knew what was right for a boy past puberty. Or maybe it was his dad's decision. Captain Barber got to his feet and took his shorts off too. His thin cock was 6" long and surrounded by closely-trimmed black pubes. He straddled the weight bench and patted the seat in front of him as he looked at Matt. Matt sat down in front of his father, and leaned back against the Captain's chest. As he continued to page through the magazine, his dad nuzzled the back of his neck and rubbed his chest. Matt looked at me nervously, like he didn't know how I'd react. I watched stone-faced and wide-eyed as his dad's hand wandered to his crotch. "Jared, sit on the end of the bench, facing Matt." I followed his orders and took my place on the cold padded leather. I was self-conscious at my lack of development in comparison to the two of them. I was moderately hairy and my dick was still growing. I only needed to shave a couple of times a week. I was stick-thin, with almost no muscles. I looked at Matt and he was shaking from nerves. "It's OK, boys. This is just what men do. Matt, this is just like we've done before. And I don't think Jared is worried. Jared, give Matt a kiss. Just like brothers." I leaned forward and pecked Matt on the cheek, just like a brother would when their mom told them to `kiss and make up' after a fight. "No, Jared. A proper kiss, on the lips." I leaned in again and kissed him full on the lips, like I'd seen in the movies. I felt my dick jump. `That's better. Now Matt, give Jared a kiss." Matt leaned in to me and gave me a long wet kiss, lapping with his tongue. I could see his cock standing straight up. "Matt and I spend special time together, just the two of us. Right, Matt?" "Yes, SIR!" "Do you and your dad have special time like this? "No, Sir." "Well, that's too bad. We'll show you what we do." Matt leaned down into my crotch and took my dick in his mouth. He ran his tongue along the bottom of the shaft and then around the head. As he sucked, he took my balls in his hand and played with them gently. It felt amazing, like nothing I'd experienced before. He did this for a few seconds before I started to squirm with excitement. I felt the Captain's hand pull Matts head away. "Now Jared, you try." I did my best to give Matt the same experience. I wasn't sure how to do everything as well as he did, but I tried. Matt's breathing got faster as he started to lean toward his father's chest and whimper. "OK, that's enough," Matt's dad said gently. "Jared, stand over there and watch," he told me, pointing to just beside the weight bench. Matt turned around to face his dad and they kissed as they held each other. Their almost-identical cocks touched and Matt held them together in his hand. The Captain pulled Matt forward into his chest and held him close. He fingered Matt's hole as they embraced tighter and kissed again. The Captain leaned over to pull an oil can with a trigger pump and a flexible spout and some red shop towels from the tool chest. I didn't understand: Was he going to do something with motor oil? Matt turned himself around and laid on the bench lengthwise, one leg on each side. The Captain sat in front of his son and spread Matt's legs apart and pushed them towards his chest so that his hole was exposed. Matt held on to the barbell stand to steady himself. His dad pulled the trigger twice, squirting two jets of clear liquid into Matt's crack. Whatever it was, it wasn't motor oil. He squirted twice in his hand and rubbed the liquid on his shaft from head to root. He grabbed one of Matts thighs in each hand, spreading them wider and pulling him closer. He found Matt's hole and surged forward, burying his whole cock in one stroke. Matt gasped a little, then relaxed as he acclimated to the volume filling his ass. The Captain leaned over Matt and started pumping his cock into his hole, over and over as Matt panted harder. His powerful legs engaged as he jammed his cock into his son. Almost as soon as it started, it was over. The Captain's eyes closed and he grunted with each ejaculation as he shot into his son the seed that made him. He paused for a while as he laid over Matt, then pulled out. He grabbed a shop towel and tenderly wiped Matt's ass, then his cock, then the padded seat of the weight bench. He raised Matt to a sitting position facing him, then kissed him slowly and deeply. The whole time they were engaged with each other, my dick was at full attention. I touched it a few times, and a tiny amount of pre-cum oozed out. My legs were weak, and my heart was beating so hard I thought it was going to explode. I was ready, I wanted the Captain to do the same to me. "Good boy, Matt. That's my good boy. Jared, do you want me to show you some things?" "Yes Sir!"
 "Good boy. I like how respectful you are. Not all boys understand respect. Matt, make some room for Jared on the bench." They stood up and the Captain raised the bench to the highest incline possible. He sat on the bench and laid back, patting the seat in front of him. "Lay back against my chest, just like Matt did." I complied and nestled my back against the clipped hair on his chest. It was scratchy, but I didn't care. I was in the arms of a man that I wanted, and who wanted me. I felt the warmth of his half-hard dick pressing into my ass. He lubed up my cock and Matt's hand with the oilcan and started slowly stroking my shaft and played with my balls with his free hand. Matt straddled the bench and stood just over his dad and me, stroking. From my balls, the Captain moved to my nipples and back to my balls, alternating the pleasure he was giving me. In less than a minute, I was getting close and so was Matt. Two strokes later and we both came simultaneously on my stomach and chest. "Yeah, FUCK YEAH, Jared!" Matt's dad encouraged me as we came. Matt moaned as his stroking stopped and the last of his cum drained out. I had never had an orgasm that produced so much cum before, and it was the best feeling I'd ever had. Best of all, my first time was in the arms of a truly impressive man that I'd wanted long before tonight. "Matt, get the rag and clean Jared up. It's time for some snuggle time, then bed." Matt wiped me up, we dressed and cleaned up the garage. The Captain locked the tool chest and we went inside to the family room. He sat down on the couch and Matt laid down on his chest. I leaned against Matt. He put on MTV and we watched for a while, the three of us spooned together. I felt like a part of the family. TO BE CONTINUED... _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ If you like what you're reading on Nifty, please make sure to donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ to keep this FREE site going.