Date: Mon, 8 Feb 2010 20:36:36 +0100
From: Fox Wood <foxwood@live.de>
Subject: Man of the House 02: Encounters and Revelations

Man of the House: Encounters and Revelations

***Please Note: This story depicts (or will in following chapters) sexual
acts between adult men, as well as between male family members. If you
shouldn't be reading this, then don't. As for everyone else, enjoy!***

Pulling Bailey's door quietly shut to maintain my element of surprise,
Frank crept down the hallway to TJ's door. The toilet was now finished
refilling, and he could hear shuffling from TJ's room. Summoning all his
frustration, disappointment and anger in true fatherly fashion, Frank burst
through the door.

The man who let out a (comically, in any other situation) girlish scream
and jumped out of his skin was most definitely not Frank's 18-year old son.

For several moments, the two men just stood there, looking at each other.

"Who the fuck are you?!" blurted Frank finally. The first thing that ran
through his mind was `burglar.' But this was soon pushed out of the way by
the question as to why a burglar would be stood naked in his eldest son's
room, holding his own briefs. "I said, who the fuck are you, and what are
you doing in my house?"

For another moment, the young Latin man – he must have been around 25 or
26, only stood there, his mouth working, but suddenly lunged forward,
attempting to dodge past Frank and escape.

Frank whipped out his arm, encircling the younger man, giving a grunt as
the two men collided. Frank, surprised at the younger man's strength,
fought for a moment to keep his grip, but a mixture of anger and
adrenaline, along with almost 60 pounds more muscle, decided the frantic
clash in less than a moment, and the unknown youth was driven backwards.

Now thoroughly pissed off, Frank looked like a juggernaut as he almost
physically lifted the youth from the ground, drove him backwards onto the
bed and pinned him to it; the man's arms, although corded with muscle, were
now held in an iron grip at either side of his head. His face a picture of
terror, the young man met Frank's burning eyes.

"Who..." In his frenzied rage, he physically lifted the man from the bed by
his arms then thrust him back down onto the tangled sheets.

"The FUCK..." Again, the young man was tossed like a doll against the bed.

"Are you?" Once more, Frank's opponent was hurled against the bed.

By this time, both men were panting, Frank from the sheer physical exertion
he was exercising, and the young man from what looked to be something akin
to a heart attack.

"Raul... A... friend... friend of... of TJ's... Please... TJ said you
wouldn't be here. He said I could stay until my shift started..."

Frank listened as Raul told him about himself in fits and bursts: his job
at the local supermarket, how TJ and he had become friends over the summer,
was it was TJ's chore to buy the groceries every Saturday. All the while,
Frank held Raul in place, his thick, hairy arms holding the more slender,
yet still powerful ones against the rumpled sheets. As Raul babbled on,
Frank's mind started to wander, and he began to become more and more aware
of the position the two of them were in, and their mutual state of
undress. Frank was straddling this young man, literally sat astride his
naked body, wearing nothing more than his boxers. As Raul explained
himself, the threat of burglary and other offenses fading, Frank found
himself stiffening once more. After all, only minutes before Frank had been
easing himself into a day-long session of self-pleasuring, and he now sat
astride the very undoing of that plan, and Frank could not help but notice
how strikingly handsome the man was.

On closer inspection, the young man was far younger than his appearance, at
most only one or two years older than TJ. His carefully trimmed chinstrap
beard and angular, Latin features, along with a wiry body that was
impressively hairy for a young man his age, leant him years he did not
possess.

As frank came out of his daze, he noticed Raul was no longer talking,
simply looking up at him with his eyes wide and still filled with
anxiety. Frank could now feel his thick cock straining against his cotton
boxers, and for a moment wondered how on earth he was going to get away
with this Raul person not realizing that their almost naked
struggle. However, just as he started to release Raul's arms, he felt what
could have only been the throb of Raul's cock between his butt cheeks. As
though petrified, the two men remained perfectly still for what seemed like
hours. Frank then clenched his pelvic floor, causing not only his dick to
throb and buck in the confines of his boxers, but also making his asshole
clench. Raul could obviously feel this, and Frank felt Raul's dick
involuntarily swell and stiffen further beneath him.

Frank kept his eyes locked onto Raul's, which were still full of anxious
fear; after all, he didn't know that Frank was even harder than he
was. Without taking his gaze from Raul's, Frank took his right hand from
around Raul's arm. Immediately, he felt the young man beneath him cringe,
which for some reason just turned Frank on even more. He reached into his
fly and hauled his huge hardon (without some difficulty) through the
opening. Released from its confinement, it sprang upwards, gently slapping
Frank's belly. The noise made Raul look down, and his eyes grew even wider
at the sight of Frank's fat, hard rod pointing at him, the engorged head an
angry red and smeared in precum, and Frank felt the young man's cock throb
and stiffen to full erection. Frank grabbed Raul's arm once again, and
their eyes locked once again.

Raul's now fully hard dick once again pulsed in Frank's crack, and this
time Frank squeezed his buttocks together, grinding back a little on Raul's
naked shaft. Raul's eyelids fluttered, and from the back of his throat came
the smallest of groans, bringing a small smile to Frank's lips. He'd
certainly not expected this when he woke up.

With all thoughts of Raul's naked presence in his home gone from his mind,
Frank bent down, and the two men connected in a hungry kiss. Frank still
held Raul's arms in a prone position as he greedily lapped at the younger
man's mouth, sucking his thrusting tongue as the same was done to
him. Laying himself on top of Raul, the two immediately began grinding
their crotches together. As they continued to kiss, Frank could feel their
precum slowly dampening their stomachs. Releasing Raul's hand for a moment,
he reached down to pull off his boxers. Grasping the waistband that was
damp with their juices, he awkwardly lifted his hips as far as he was able
and shucked the boxers down his thighs. Of course, with his big cock
already through the fly, it was bent back as he pushed down his underwear,
and as it slipped free of the boxers, slapped hard against Raul's
buttcrack. Frank lowered himself back onto Raul, driving his stiff meat
deep into the crack of Raul's ass, and he felt the man beneath him stiffen,
then for the first time in minutes, their clinch was broken.

"I... I'm a top," Raul whispered sheepishly, not quite meeting Frank's
eyes.

"We'll see," was Frank's nonchalant reply. He'd met plenty of supposed tops
before, and whilst plenty of them were definite that they weren't going to
flip, every one of the guys he had turned shared one thing in common: the
look in their eyes when they first see Frank's cock. It wasn't the biggest;
hell, Frank had choked on cocks so much bigger and thicker than his that
he'd been unable to even swallow the head. But there was something about
the proportion and the look of it; a massive, bloated round head atop a
shaft almost as thick, that curved gently, and stood straight and true when
fully hard. Two massive veins snaked over and around the fat length, and
although circumcised, the cut was so loose that Frank still had some
foreskin that gathered just behind his head when he was at full mast.

Altogether, Frank had a beautiful cock, and so many times a total top had
looked down, and just moments later were insatiably feeding it down their
throats, before feeling it prizing open their virgin ass. Raul wanted
Frank's cock, whether he truly was a total top or not. He could already
feel the young guy rubbing his ass up and down its length as they resumed
their eager kissing. Their arms wrapped tightly around each other as they
began to sweat. Their chest hair matted against their skin and tangled as
they ground against one another.

By now, Raul was rubbing his ass hard against Frank's cock, and Frank could
feel that his crack was already slick with his precum. Sensing that the
young Hispanic guy was now too far gone to try and resist Frank, he finally
let go of Raul's wrists, and in one smooth motion slid down off the bed,
knelt on the floor and heaved Raul's legs up into the air as he hauled his
Latin plaything's ass to the edge of the bed.

"But... I-" was all Raul managed to say as Frank grabbed Raul's powerful
thigh's, spread them wide, shoved his face into Raul's crack and began
lapping greedily at his furry hole with his tongue. Whatever Raul wanted to
say (probably some more weak protestations that he was in fact a top) was
now replaced by soft moans and whimpers as Frank licked all around Raul's
crack, lapping up his own precum and tasting the musk of Raul's young
sweaty ass. In long, sloppy strokes Frank's large, soft tongue ran the
length of Raul's crack, from bottom to top, with Frank's saliva glands
going into overtime and ensuring that with every long, slow stroke of his
plump tongue, Raul's ass was slathered with more spit.

Frank drew back from Raul's soaked ass, panting lightly. Beneath the matted
black fur, Raul's rosebud, so tight and pink, was already looking a little
puffy from Frank's efforts, and throbbed once as he looked at it. Frank's
dick throbbed in response, and he could feel a bead of precum dribble down
his full, heavy sac. Above him, he heard Raul grunt in exasperation; the
Latino was Frank's for the taking, and he was going to enjoy every bit of
it. Moving his hands down from Raul's thighs, Frank spread those firm
Hispanic cheeks with his large, rough fingers, making Raul's pucker bulge
out towards his tongue, which suddenly speared the pulsing rosebud, no
longer soft and fat, but now long and stiff and opening Raul's hole.

Raul's legs quivered as they hovered in the air, and TJ's bedroom was
filled with moaning and Spanish curse-words. As Frank began to vigorously
tongue-fuck Raul's ass, stabbing his firm, fleshy tongue inside of the
young man and flicking the tip around within his velvety warmth, he
realized that Raul had most likely been telling the truth: his ass was as
tight as any he'd ever broken in, and if the young Latin guy he was
hungrily eating out wasn't an anal virgin, then Frank was the First
Lady. By now, Raul was panting and whimpering like a pro bottom, snatches
of Spanish mingling with his sounds of ecstasy. By now, he was holding his
ass open for Frank, and Frank was busy working his precum all over his
thrumming dick with one hand, whilst the other reached up and circled
Raul's dick.

Slender in his hand, it was nevertheless longer than Frank's by a good inch
or so, from what he could tell, and tightly cut, with almost no extra skin
for jerking with, but Raul had already slicked up his pole with spit or
precum, and Frank could freely stroke up and down the length. Frank blindly
caressed Raul's cock whilst feeling his ring slowly relaxing around his
relentless tongue-fucking, and was also impressed by not only the
remarkable length, but also by the large mushroom head that crowned
it. There was also a considerable curve to the young Latin dick, but from
his angle, he was unable to tell in which direction he bowed.

By now, Frank's tongue easily sank deep into Raul's supple hole, feeling it
avidly envelop his intruding fleshy lance, then grip tight for a second as
his long dick jerked in his hand. Pulling his face from Raul's now sodden
ass, he could see the difference: Raul's virgin ring was bright pink and
almost twice the size it had been fifteen minutes before, and once more it
throbbed at Frank, inviting him back inside.

Frank stood, and Raul fell silent, except for the low sound of his
panting. He looked Frank in the eye, now completely meek in his gaze and
posture, then looked down at Frank's dick: glistening with Frank's copious
flow of precum, two heavy, furry bullnuts swinging low beneath the fat,
proud length that nestled against his slight gut, Raul was obviously
doubtful about his choice of first dicks, but knew that it was well past
the time to change his mind. Without wasting another minute, Frank squatted
down as he cradled Raul under the small of his back with his left arm. With
his right hand, he gripped the base of his cock and aimed it at Raul's
trembling hole. As his fat, blunt head and the bloated pink rosebud met for
the first time, Raul let out the breath he didn't even realize he'd been
holding.

But Frank was a master at what he did, and seizing that initial moment of
the unknown, sank his head within Raul's ass. Despite the lavish
tongue-work he'd given him, the young Latino was as tight as any virgin,
and TJ's room was now filled with agonized cries and even more emphatic
Spanish curses. Holding Raul fast with both arms wrapped tightly around the
man's torso, which was trying it's best to wriggle off the end of Frank's
impaling dick, Frank wondered at the feeling of Raul's sphincter clenching
and unclenching around the top of his shaft, making Frank even
hotter. After a time, Raul's cries and protestations quieted, and his ring
began to flutter as it began to accustom to its first fucking. Looking
down, Frank could see that despite the obvious pain of his first entry,
Raul's dick was still more than half-hard. As impressively long as he'd
expected, it looked almost stretched, with it's long, thin shaft topped
with a massive mushroom head that was almost as big as Frank's. The curve
was actually a downward curve, which meant it currently curved up towards
Frank – the rarest curve, in Frank's experience, but everything put
together, it looked like a dick that was made for opening up a guy's throat
before pumping a load straight into his stomach.

The thought of having Raul fuck his throat had distracted Frank, and he
hadn't realized that he'd already began to fuck his dick into Raul's
ass. But aside from the occasional hiss through gritted teeth, Raul was
taking every thrust like a pro, his dick now back to full mast and already
dribbling precum onto his furry abs. Deeper and deeper Frank thrust,
expecting Raul to get uncomfortable at any minute, but instead Raul began
to return Frank's thrusts, his defined abs crunching up as he curled his
body up towards Frank's pumping dick. By the time Franks felt his groin
bumping against the firm, round Latin buttocks and heard the slap of his
weighty balls against Raul's crack, the two of them were already going at a
fair pace, and Raul's eyes were half-shut, with a single, continuous groan
issuing from his throat that intensified momentarily with each
thrust. Frank himself was in a state of rapture; Raul was so tight, the
feel of his ring clamping down on his shaft as it punched its way back and
forth through the resistant muscle itself was amazing, and the warmth of
Raul's chute, newly opened up by Frank's hard, fat meat felt as though it
were kneading his cock with each thrust, but Raul's ability to cope with
Frank's dick, despite his first-timer status, added a whole extra dimension
of eroticism to the fucking he was giving him.

The two men had found their rhythm, and Raul got down to the serious
business of having Frank plow his ass. His eyes once more came into focus,
and this time as they met Frank's, they burned with a lustful hunger that
the big, hairy brute pounding away at him was only too happy to
satisfy. Grabbing his legs, which until now had been waving ungainly in the
air, Raul pulled them back up to his chest, which in turn angled his ass a
little further upwards, giving Frank a better angle of entry. Taking that
tight ass in both hands, Frank began to plow Raul deep; in long, slow
strokes, he withdrew his dick to the flange of his head, and then smoothly
thrust back into Raul. Raul was oozing precum like a leaking faucet as
Frank slowly but surely increased both the force and tempo of his
stroke. As though this young Hispanic top had been made for taking Frank's
dick, not once since that initial entry did he show any signs of pain as
Frank built up his rhythm until the two men, drenched in sweat were fucking
at a frenzied pace, Raul grunting with each powerful thrust and coaxing
Frank in Spanish. Frank, getting more and more turned on by the horny young
Latino riding his meat like a pro, was growling in the back of his throat
as he tried to satiate the burning desire he'd ignited within Raul.

Encircling Raul once again within his powerful arms, Frank gave a rumbling
growl as he lifted Raul clean from the bed, and held him against him,
sliding him up and down his throbbing pole. Raul's legs wrapped around
Frank's waist, and the two were passionately kissing once again, all the
while Frank driving in and out of Raul like a piston. Kneeling on the bed,
he lowered Raul back onto the rumpled quilt as he felt his heavy,
overfilled nuts start to churn and pull up tight into his crotch. Without
breaking their clinch, Frank thrust harder and faster, the growl in his
throat becoming louder as his orgasm began to build. Soon, the feelings
flooding through his body reached critical mass, and Frank was leaning
upwards, arching his back as his drove into Raul for the final few
thrusts. By now, he was roaring with the intensity of his orgasm, his dick
felt as though it were swelling to twice its size, and Raul's ass felt
tighter than ever, speeding him over the edge.

Pouring with sweat, roaring like an animal and gnashing his teeth, he began
to fill up Raul. Every blast seemed to shake him to his core and he could
feel him spewing load after load of his hot cum into Raul's ass that pulsed
and thrummed around his jerking dick, and suddenly clamped tighter than
ever, increasing the power of Frank's orgasm as Raul joined him. The two
men were bellowing with their pleasure as a long thick rope of cum surged
from Raul's swollen, scarlet mushroom, spattering the wall behind Raul and
striping his face. As Frank continued to unload what he was sure was the
biggest load of his life into the hot Latino beneath him, Raul can with as
much power. Both his second and third shots cleared his shoulder, drenching
TJ's wall and covering his face, and he continued pumping fat wads of thick
white jizz over his chest and tensed abs as Frank's orgasm slowly
subsided. Frank continued to slowly pump his still-stiff rod into Raul,
enjoying his virgin ring still tightly clenching and unclenching around his
shaft as Raul's orgasm also drained away. The boy was a heavy cummer by any
standards: besides the dripping wall behind his head, his face and body
looked like a Pollock original. The warmth of satisfaction was intense in
Frank: he could literally feel the massive load he'd just dumped into the
young man as it worked its way into Raul's chute. After a while, Frank drew
himself from Raul, and the two of them came together in a sweaty, exhausted
heap. Frank kissed and licked at Raul's face, cleaning it of the Latin cum
that striped his cheeks and dripped from his chin.

For over half an hour, they laid entangled, making out, and for the entire
half hour Frank fought away the questions that only now were crowding back
into his mind. Somehow, he'd opened Pandora 's Box, and he was desperately
trying to fit the lid back on, but he had a feeling of gnawing certainty
that it had been too late as soon as he'd seen Raul.

The man he'd just fucked had fucked his eldest son.

THE END

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