Date: Sat, 15 Sep 2007 17:07:46 -0700 From: Brad Dey Subject: His Bitch - 3 Dad arrived home about an hour later. The house was quiet. He breathed a sigh of relief. He wondered how the talk had gone. Would the boys accept a more open relationship between him and Craig? Did they even know that their Dad was gay? They had to. Even behind closed doors sound carried. Puberty was sure to have peaked their interest even further, but neither son showed any characteristics of being gay. Would they accept an open and amorous show of affection between their uncle and their father? From his younger days he new how intensely horny and raunchy Craig could get, and while it always turn him on beyond belief he was far from convinced that they could return to the glory days of endless sex and adventure. He needed the boys to understand how much he loved Craig and in this kind of relationship there could be only one alpha male. The reality was that he was Craig's bitch. He needed to make sure there would never be a reason for Craig to seek satisfaction anywhere else and especially not from any woman. As he sat deep in thought the screen door creaked open and their stood his handsome stud. In one hand was a bouquet of his favorite flowers and in the other was a package wrap up neatly with a bow attached. Before he could even ask how it went Craig placed the flowers and the gift on the table and with one graceful movement, lifted him into the air. Their embrace was intoxicating. The smell of his skin the gentle rhythm of his heart was heaven. "So how's my favorite bitch?" "You tell me. How did it go?" "You know those boys are no fools. All of this time you have telling me to tone it down. Well apparently I didn't tone it down enough. They want us to be happy and do our thing." "The flowers are beautiful. Thank you." "You are welcome, now open the box." "We should fight more often. I like getting gifts." "So the boys tell me. Let's see if you like this one" As soon as the paper fell away and I saw the brand I new exactly what it was. As I pulled the jockstrap from the box Craig was already yanking my sweat pants down. "Now give me the strap you got on." With one motion I removed my old strap and placed it in his hand. He immediately brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply. Every time I would watch him do this, it always caused me to get and instant hard on. "Whoa fuck boy. You need to lose that so that you get put this new one on. And you know the rule. Never and I mean never wash that sucker. I am going to put this ripe one in my briefcase and when ever I get a chance I'll take it out and enjoy it. Once it starts to lose that funk I'll swap you for the one you got on there. Capice?" "Capice" "Now bend over. I need a quick fuck before dinner." I started for the bedroom and Craig immediately stopped me. "There'll be no more of this planned closed doors bullshit. I want a fuck and I want it now. Now grab your ankles bitch, my dink is dripping pre cum." And just like that I assumed the position ready to take my man exactly where he wanted, when he wanted, no questions asked. With my old strap at his nose and his huge cock expanding in my ass, he came quickly. I felt his huge load gush deep into me. "Now get on the kitchen table, I want to eat out your hole." God I loved it when he ate me out. It always ended too soon. As he headed upstairs to take a shower I breathed a sense of relief that the boys had not been around. How would I feel the first time they saw Craig take me? At least it would wait for another day. And just then Craig yelled down the stairs. "Hey Matt is there a hockey game on the tube tonight." "Yeah the boys want to watch it on the big screen." "Good we'll all catch it together. Fuck I love watching those guys work up a sweat. It gets me so fucking randy." Something told me I might be wrong about the wait. I couldn't worry about that right now. My ass was sore but I needed to get dinner on. My work never seemed to end but I wasn't complaining. Right then I knew I wanted nothing more than to be Craig's full time bitch.