Date: Mon, 2 Sep 2002 14:17:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stripper! Part 6

STRIPPER!

Part  6

By Pete Brown (petebrownuk @ yahoo.com)

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"So are you ready for the sack now, Jase?  We've had a
hard day working out there in the sun."

"Sure."

"Well, here's the deal.  You can either spend the
night uncomfortably on that couch over there, or you
can share my bed - it's a king size, plenty of room
for a couple of guys."

I saw Jase looking at dad and me as we all three stood
there naked.  I started to say something about Jase
having the spare bed, but dad gave me a withering
look, indicating "keep your trap shut."

"Well, the bed, I guess, Joe.  I can't ever get to
sleep on a couch... And I'll need to be fresh
tomorrow, as I'll still have to get over to
Albuquerque..."

"But...", Jase went on, "I haven't got any clean
boxers, or a T-shirt, to wear in bed.  I only had
those dungarees on when I came..."

"Don't worry about that", dad said.  "I always sleep
in the nude.  So if you're naked too it won't be a
problem."

I don't think that's quite what Jase meant, but at
that moment dad put his arm around Jase's shoulder,
and started to lead him towards our bedroom.  I
wondered where I was going to sleep, but then saw that
dad was gesturing behind Jase's back, indicating that
I should go to the spare room.  Dad was turfing me out
of our bed so he could sleep with Jase!  I was
thoroughly pissed off.

Both of the doors to the interconnecting bathroom were
open and I heard dad's torrent of piss going down the
pan as he made ready for bed, then he called to Jase
to get in there and piss, too.  I then heard Jase's
stream hitting the water, and the sound of dad
brushing his teeth at the same time.

"Here - we keep this toothbrush for guests"

"Thanks, Joe."

"You aren't worried about sleeping with another guy in
the same bed, are you, Jase?",  dad asked.

"No - it will be just like being at home in the old
days.  I had three elder brothers, and we had no money
so there was only one bedroom for us boys."

"Where are your brothers now then?"

"One's in the Marines - weren't you in the Marines,
Joe?. One's a crew man on an oil tanker, and is never
in the country now, and the one who was immediately
older than me got wiped out when his motorcycle
crashed, and he's dead.  So I'm the only one left at
home these days."

"I'm sorry, Jase.  Yes, I was in the Marines.  Does
your brother talk about it?  Where's he stationed -
somewhere nice for the wife and kids, like San Diego?"

"No, he doesn't talk about it much.  And he's never
married.  None of us have - I guess it would be tough
if you were always away at sea.  I was engaged.... But
that's another story."

"So you live back at home?"

"Yes.  It doesn't seem worth while renting an
apartment when mom and dad's house is right here in
town.  And I get a good dinner every night, and all my
laundry done.... And I've got money left over to pay
the instalments on the SUV..."

Dad had been saying all this through the cleaning of
his teeth, and I heard him spitting now to finally
rinse his mouth.

"But doesn't living at home now you're.... 26, or is
it 27.... cramp your style a bit with the ladies?"

"What ladies, Joe?  You obviously haven't looked
around this town!  All the fuckable ones have left,
like my ex-girl friend did, and those that stayed all
have three or four kids... And they're tired all the
time, and not looking for a bit of company on the
side."

"Well, I haven't been exactly looking - I've got Steve
here, after all.  And I'm not that interested.", dad
said.

"Anyway, he continued, we can't stand here talking all
night - come on, to bed.  Left side or right side?"

"Uh?"

"Do you want to sleep on the left side of the bed, or
the right?"

Jase sounded hesitant... "I don't know.... Doesn't
much matter"

"Which side did you sleep when you were with your
brothers?  Or did you have bunks, or something?"

"No, one big bed.  It was OK when we were all little,
but once we got to be in our teens, it was very
crowded!  I was the youngest, so they always made me
go in the middle.  I didn't ever have a side"

"When your marine brother comes home on leave, which
side does he sleep"

"Oh, the left, Joe"

"Let me guess, Jase.  He's right-handed?"

"Yes.  So he sleeps on the left side so that when he's
turned to you his right hand is free....."

"What are you getting at, Joe?"

"Look, Jase, I'm an ex-marine.  There are married
marines, and guys who live in the barracks.  Those who
live in the barracks like... like, well.... a little
relaxation with their fellows.  And if you're right
handed, like most guys, you then want to sleep on the
left so you've got your business hand free.....  He
does turn towards you, doesn't he?"

"How did you know.... It's a secret.... "

"Because, Jase, I've known more marines than you've
had hot dinners."

I heard a little slap.

"Hey, Joe...."

"Just a little slap on your rump, Jase, to tell you to
quit the chat and get into the bed....."

I head them pull the sheets back, and the faint
creaking as the bed moved.

There was silence for a minute or two, then

"Hey, quit that, Joe"

"Shut up, Jase.  Just pretend I'm your brother.  And
don't try to tell me you don't like it - I can feel
that dick of yours is as hard as a broom stick.  You
need relief, boy, or you won't get to sleep  with all
that cum trying to force it's way out of your
balls...."

There was lots of rustling and sighing, and I could
only lie there, hard as a broom stick myself,
imagining what dad was doing to Jase.  It wasn't fait
that they were having all the fun, and all I could do
was listen to it!

Straining me ears, I could just make out a sort of
whispered conversation, and lots of little laughs.

"There, you see, you do want some relief...."

"Jesus Christ, Joe...."

"Ahhh....."

"Come on, Jase.... Pump it out....."

"Ahhh.... "

Then there was a silence for a bit, and a lot more
whispering and laughing I couldn't quite catch.

"My turn now, Jase.....  No.... Not with your hand....
Turn over, as I need a real fuck...."

"Joe, I don't...."

"Yes you do, Jase.  With three brothers, sharing a
bed, you certainly do.  Now, what's the problem -
worried about the size of my dick?  I'll go slowly,
and I'm a most patient lover, as Steve will tell you"

"Steve?  You fuck Steve?"

"Sure.  And if his 16 year old ass can take this dick,
yours can too.  Now, turn over - I've beaten you in a
wrestling match once today, so you know who's boss.
Do as I say...."

I hated listening to all of this through the open
bathroom doors, and I wanted to be in there with them.
 I wanted to feel Jase's body against mine, and
experience another man to see how he compared with
dad.

But there was nothing I could do - dad had told me to
go in to the spare room, and here I was.  And when
we'd been walking in the hills one day and had seen a
bull mating, dad had told me never to disturb an
animal when it was rutting... Somehow, I thought of
dad as that bull, ploughing into Jase, and I didn't
dare walk in on them when dad was in the middle of his
rut.

There was the familiar sound of man flesh slapping
into man flesh, and the little moans of pleasure and
shouts of ecstasy.  They seem to have forgotten I was
there and could hear them, or perhaps they didn't
care.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Joe.... That was fantastic."

Jase stopped in mid sentence, and I could hear more
sounds of sighing and kissing.  My dick was leaking
fountains of pre-cum as I lay there, imagining dad's
lovely tongue pushing its way down Jase's throat.

"Stay there, Jase, whilst I go and clean up...", dad
said, eventually, and I heard him go into the
bathroom.

I only wanted to see what Jase looked like, honest!  I
pulled the covers back off me, ever so silently, and
crept through the living room to the door of the other
bedroom.  Jase was lying on top of the bed, on his
stomach, his head buried in his folded arms.  The
moonlight coming in to the room was glinting off his
beautiful body, which was covered in a sheen of sweat.

I crept closer for a better look - he was tanned
almost all over, and I could tell he must wear Speedos
for swimming as even his thighs were a rich golden
brown as they were not hidden by log shorts.  It was
such a change to see thighs covered in faint silky
hair, bleached almost white by the sun, rather than
dad's thick black wiry hair.

I wanted that body so badly.  Looking at his bubble
butt and his classic triangular upper body tapering to
his slim waist, he was just the way I wanted to look
in ten years time.  And, in the meantime, I really
wanted to touch it and examine it all over.

I moved closer to the bed.  Dare I touch him?  He
looked as if he was almost asleep.

I reached out and rubbed the palm of my hand lightly
across his ass.  He moaned and sighed gently.  Almost
as if I'd willed it, his right leg bent as his knee
moved up towards his head.  Revealed, nestling against
the bed clothes, was his dick and his balls, and I
could almost see a hint of his hole.

Getting bolder, I moved forward and lightly ran the
tip of a finger over his balls, and up towards his
hole.

He moaned, and whispered  "Yes, Joe, do it again."

He thought I was dad!

Bolder now, I moved my finger up, and wriggled it to
feel for his hole, then pushed gently so it went in.
It was very wet and slimy with dad's cum, and I
guessed it must have been well stretched, as there was
almost no resistance at all.

"Yes, Joe.  Oh yes...."

I didn't know why dad was so long in the bathroom, but
I thought that if I didn't act now, I'd never prove my
self to be a real man.  So I pulled my finger out,
went and knelt on the bed between Jase's legs, and
pushed my dick at his hole.

It was difficult to get at, as Jase had sort of sunk
into the bed, but with persistence, and his help as
his body moved almost unconsciously to accommodate me,
I got in.

"Oh, Joe.... That's fantastic.... Even better than the
first time...."

I just knew that dad might hear this, so there was no
time to lose.  I fucked away furiously, smashing
myself into Jase's ass as I tried to do long, heavy
strokes to get myself to cum.  Jase must have thought
there was something strange going on as I saw him
starting to turn his head, so I pushed my body forward
and gripped his neck with my hands, pushing my fingers
in at the sides so that he knew that if he moved he
would be in great pain.  I forced his face down into
the bed, and anything he then said was totally
muffled.

The feeling of power was fantastic as I fucked away.
Not only was I penetrating this man, a virtual
stranger, not just my dad who had let me do it, but he
was powerless to stop me.  I had him spiked up the
ass, and he couldn't get his body up from the bed.
Even though he was ten years older than me and much
stronger as a result of that and his hard manual job,
my weight pressing down on his head didn't allow him
the leverage to try to get up and throw me off.

I fucked and fucked, until I felt a huge stream of cum
roar up my dick and burst into Jase.  I gave a great
shout of joy, and fell forward on to his sweaty back.
I let go of his head, and he turned and saw that it
was me.

The next moment I was over on my back, and a very
angry Jase was sitting astride my chest - he had sat
straight up and thrown me to one side and leapt onto
me.  His dick was hanging in front of my face, and all
I wanted to do was to lean forwards and suck it - but
he looked so pissed off, that I didn't risk it.

Then I heard dad say "What's the matter?  What's going
on?"

"You and your bastard son, Joe!  First you fuck me,
and I don't like that because I'm a top.  But I had to
put up with I because you beat me fair and square this
afternoon, so you're boss - at least for today.  But
now your cunt of a son does it too - don't say you
didn't put him up to it...."

"Easy, Jase!  Dad had started to grin a bit.  "No, I
didn't put him up to it.  He's a chip off the old
block, though, and when he's give the opportunity to
take a great ass like yours, do you blame him for
seizing the moment?"

"It's all right for you, Joe!  It's me that's been
fucked!"

"Aw, come on, Jase!  I could tell from the way you
gripped my dick that it's not the first one that's
been lodged in that hole of yours.   How long have you
been a top.... Did you fuck your brothers?"

Without thinking, Jase blurted out "No, they fucked
me, of course.  They were older, and stronger."

"So then, it's not as if either Steve or I took your
virginity, is it?"

"I'm a top, too", dad went on, "But with the right
guy, in the right circumstances, I can get off on
being bottom sometimes...  So just cool it."

I could feel the tension in Jase's body start to
relax.  His knees were no longer pressing directly
into my ribs and causing me pain, and I could see his
whole body just shrink slightly as his muscles dropped
out of "fight" mode.  Actually, I was excited by
having Jase astride me like this - his ass was hot on
my belly, and I could feel it all sticky as he moved
slightly, where my cum, and dad's, was trickling out
of his hole.  His dick was still invitingly in front
of my face, and my nose was filling with the heady
smell of his masculinity as the pungent sweat poured
out of the sweat glands around his balls.

"Well, OK", Jase said grudgingly.  Then, looking down
at me, "But if you ever try that again, I'll rip your
balls off, you little punk!"

"Ah, so there will be a next time, will there, Jase?"
Dad asked, half innocently.

"Look, Joe, since my brothers left I've been dammed
lonely.  The one night a week my ex girl friend has me
over just isn't enough - and, anyway, it's damned
humiliating.  In this town there just aren't a nice
bunch of guys to hook up with regularly - so I'd like
to come over here occasionally... But I'm a top, and
there's going to be no more dick up my ass.
Understand?"

"Slow down, Jase.  Look, we have a potential problem
here.  You're a top, I'm a top, and when young Steve
here is bigger and tougher, he'll be a top - you can
tell by the way he fucked you so aggressively that
there's nothing passive about him.  So we can't all be
tops, and whilst you and I can still fuck Steve
whenever we want, and there's not much he can do to
stop us, it's hardly fair on him, is it?"

"I don't want to fuck Steve.  I want your ass, Joe",
Jase said, somewhat aggressively.

"No, Jase.  Steve and I are buddies, partners, equal
partners.  He and I do everything together.  If you
want to come over here and party, you have to accept
Steve as an equal."

"Look", dad said, trying to move things on, "Steve's
fucked you.  Why don't you just fuck him, so you're
all square?  He's got a really tight ass, and he's
been well trained to take a big dick without a lot of
screaming."

"You want me to fuck your son, here, now?"

"Only if you want to, Jase.  Personally, I don't give
a shit whether you do or whether you don't.  I'm just
saying that you'll probably feel better if you just
even things up in your mind a bit, by fucking him in
exchange for how he just took you.  Why don't you
wrestle him a bit, like we did earlier - you're much
bigger and stronger than he is, and you're bound to
overpower him.  But wrestling him into submission,
then fucking him hard.... I think that's what you need
to do.  And I'd quite like to watch a couple of studs
like you go at it!"

So he did.  After watching Jase and dad wrestle
earlier, and being really turned on by it, I was now
the one slipping and sliding with my opponent's body.
If I hadn't been trying really hard to win, and had
just played it for fun, it could have been a real turn
on.  As it was, I knew it was for real, and I did
everything I knew to stop Jase pinning me down.  But,
as dad said he would, he did of course overpower me,
and without even stopping to draw breath I felt his
dick forcing its way into my hole.

I was so wet with all the sweat that had been produced
that it wasn't really like being fucked without a
lube, but it was pretty painful just the same.  And I
think Jase was trying to prove a point, by really
slamming himself down as hard as he could into me at
each stroke.  Fortunately his dick was a bit thinner
than dad's, so I guess I could easily stretch to
accommodate him, and with such a ferocious onslaught
on me he was soon done and was lying on top of me,
gasping for breath.

He'd fucked me like a dog, and just as I thought it
was all over he pulled out quite sharply and flipped
me over onto my back.  He threw himself on top of me,
his hot belly and chest pressing into mine, and
started to kiss me passionately and ferociously,
biting my lower lip, and almost making me gag as his
tongue forced itself to the back of my throat.

"There!", he gasped as he came up for air.  "Spiked by
my dick, and fucked by my tongue.  You're a good fuck,
Steve, and I'm looking forward to using your ass
again."

"Only after I've fucked you, Jase!", I snapped back.

We all realised how stupid we were being - here we
were, three  studs, all of whom wanted to fuck the
others, and we were arguing and quarrelling about it.
We started to laugh, and dad led us all to the shower
to clean up.

There was a bit of an argument then about who was
going to be in the middle as we got in to bed, but it
was very good natured - Dad and I said it should be
Jase, as he was the guest and we both wanted to enjoy
his body.  Jase said it should be dad, as he'd just
had me, and he wanted dad's big muscular body up
against him.  So in the end we did the "paper cuts
string" thing, and I ended up in the middle.

As we lay there, none of us wanted to sleep.  So dad
asked Jase what he'd meant by saying that his visits
to his ex girl friend humiliated him.

"Well", Jase told us, "It's a long story....  I've
told you that there was no money for me to go to
college, and so I went down the mine as soon as I left
school.  My girlfriend was still at high school, and
it was great - I was fucking her regularly, and had
lots of money to take her out.  I assumed we'd get
married as soon as she left school, and was always
trying to get her pregnant just to make sure - and,
anyway, I wanted a kid.  But she went on the pill, and
then said she was going to college."

"She was pretty bright, and daddy was quite rich, so
she got a place at Stanford.  Every holiday she came
home and we fucked away, and she swore she wasn't
having it away at college.  But it was less and less
good - we had nothing to talk about much, and she just
wanted to enjoy my hard body and big dick - she told
me so, often."

"I was faithful, and saved myself for her.  So most of
the other girls I knew got hitched, or went away.  At
the end of her course, though, after four years, she
said she was never coming back.  She was going to move
to Boston, as she'd got a good job.  I offered to go
with her and get hitched, but she just laughed and
said I'd never get a job in Boston, except for
sweeping the streets, as I didn't have a college
degree."

"So that was that.  Here I was, four years older, all
my dating contacts lost, and all alone.  I eventually
lived with a waitress in her trailer for a couple of
years, but we fought all the time and eventually I
walked out and came to live back home.  As I've told
you, it's a lot cheaper, and a lot more convenient
than some cheesy heap apartment."

"A year ago my ex came back to town to visit.  She was
with her husband - a really fat old guy, in his late
fifties.  We went out for a drink, and my ex kept
boasting about the house they had, the cars, her job,
the foreign holidays they took, and how much money her
husband made in insurance.  She then dropped a
bombshell:  her husband was retiring, as he'd made his
pile, and she was getting a new assignment as a
regional director, head of their Albuquerque office."

"A month or so later she called me up and asked me
over that Saturday night.  I thought it was for
another one of those drinks, so she could boast about
their new home - actually, it's worth boasting about,
as it's pretty stunning!  But when I got there, she
told me that it was time she'd had a kid - her
'biological clock was running down'."

"It turns out her old man was sterile, and so she'd
decided that I should fuck her as she liked my body,
and thought that the combination of her brains and my
body would be a pretty good inheritance to hand down
to kids.   'After all', the bitch said, curling up on
the huge sofa by the side of me, just as if the years
hadn't gone by, 'Your body is no stranger to me, so it
will be comfortable to have you in bed again'."

"So that's what I have to do every Saturday - drive
all the way to Albuquerque, and fuck her.  They'll be
really mad at me for missing tonight."

"God, Jase, that's awful", dad said.  "She's just
using you like some sort of stud animal."

"Yes", Jase admitted.  "I only do it because I do
actually want kids, and I can see there's some truth
in what she says about the brains and the brawn.  And,
of course, the kids will want for nothing, with all
the money in that family."

"So are you going to get to see these kids?", I asked.

"She says so", Jase replied, "But only if I go and
work there as a gardener.  They're to be brought up as
the children of she and her husband.  I can watch them
growing up, but only if I'm a servant in their house."

"You stupid bastard", dad said.  "That's crazy!"

"No", Jase replied, in a quiet voice.  "I really do
want to have kids.  I'm desperate to pass my genes on
to the next generation. And they'd have to turn out
well."

"Oh, come on....." Dad interjected, but didn't get a
chance to finish.

"No, Joe, I've thought this one through, and I do want
to make sure my genes survive.  It's pretty basic.
You're OK, you have Steve here - and I can tell your
genes are going strong in him!"

"It's humiliating...", dad went on.

"No.  Actually, it is humiliating - but not in the way
you mean.  Every time I go there I have to stand in
the living room and strip totally.  Then they make me
walk around in front of them, so they can inspect me
and make sure my body's still in good condition.  And
they question me about if I've been with other women
that week, to make sure I'm 'clean'.   They watch my
dick to see if it goes erect, as they think that if I
have been with another woman just thinking about it
will turn me on.  Actually, the joke will be on them
next time - they ever ask me if I've been with other
guys!"

"They?", dad and I asked, almost in chorus.

"Yes.  She insists on her husband being there.  She
says he's going to be the father, so he has a right to
be there at conception.  So after they've both looked
me over, I have to go into the bedroom and fuck her,
whilst the husband watches.  Man, I think he gets
turned on really by seeing my dick, and my ass pumping
up and down as I fuck her.   So that's how I spend my
Saturdays - being used, utterly humiliated and used.
It has to be Saturdays, as that's the only time I can
get away for the drive there and back, and the only
time she can take time from her business life.  I'll
have to go on doing that until she's pregnant, and
then I'll have to decide whether to go and live as a
servant in their house...."

"Oh Jase, you poor bastard!", dad said.  "That bitch
has really screwed you over for years, hasn't she?
Come here - let's try and take away some of that hurt.
 Steve and I know you're not a worthless stud animal -
you're a really great guy, with a great body, a real
man amongst men...."

Jase had turned over on his side, facing the wall and
away from me as he finished, and a snuggled up to him,
wrapped my arms around him, and hugged him.  I knew he
needed to feel wanted. I pressed myself hard into his
lovely back, and felt my dick go slightly erect as it
felt his warm ass cheeks against it.  Christ, why did
we all boter with women?  IT wa so much betterto be
with another guy, so much less complicated.

Both dad and I felt so sorry for Jase that, in spite
of what we'd said about topping each other, we let him
fuck each of us again before morning.

End of part 6.  To be continued.