Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2005 23:45:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Jacob Raines Subject: The Game Pt. 2 Disclaimer: If you are offended by gay sex, gay sex involving relatives or if you are underage then do not further. The next morning Jacob woke up to the alarm wrapped snuggly in Michael's arms. It was 8 a.m. and as regrettable as it was, he had class at 11. He lay there for a while enjoying the feeling of Michael's long prick nestled warmly between his firm buns. After several minutes, Jacob stirred, careful not to awake Michael; however, as he moved to lift Michael's arms Michael pulled him closer and squeezed him tightly. "Good Morning handsome!" Michael said sleepily. Feeling Michael's growing dick between his ass cheeks he replied, "Good morning indeed." He lay there a little longer as Michael began kissing the back of his neck softly and slowly grinding his dick in and out of Jacob's crack. Michael moaned with pleasure as his now sensitive head began rubbing between Jacob's open thighs...hitting his ball sack. "You want some breakfast?" Jacob asked with a smile on his face. "I think I'll have mine in bed." Michael replied as he licked and bit at Jacob's shoulders gently. " I like the way you think." Jacob said as he rolled over to face Michael. Their noses touching, Michael kissed Jacob deeply as he stroked his member. Jacob followed Michael's lead. Getting himself ready for what he knew would be the most intense morning of his life, he pinched Michael's tiny pink nipples. Michael thrust his head backwards from the torture of it all. Jacob immediately began kissing that so sex spot on the front of a man's neck and under his chin. He slowly climbed on top of Michael who was now shivering from the sweet pain that Jacob was inflicting on his now red and swollen nips. Straddling Michael's rock hard abdomen he began to grind his dick against Michael's smooth skin. "You've got me so turned on bro!" Michael whispered. "Oh yeah?" He asked. Michael then started rubbing his fully hard 10-inch dick against Jacob's back and ass. "Oh fuckin' yeah." Jacob sped up this thrusts, masturbating his 8 inch cock against Michaels sculpted abs. Michael reached across to the nightstand where he knew the lube was and squeezed some onto his fingers. Jacob raised himself up, still masturbating, to let Michael grease him up. Michael inserted one, then two, then three fingers into Jacob's willing hole...the then greased his pole up with what was left on his hand. Jacob then lowered himself onto Michael's full length taking it all with the most serene expression on his face. "Fuck that monster into me man. Fuck me good." Jacob demanded. "You got it bro." Michael replied. Hearing Michael call him "Bro" while they fucked really sent him into ecstasy. He had always had a real kink about brothers and fathers. At least, in this way, it could come true for him. Jacob increased his grinding, Michael thrust into harder and harder to match Jacob's hunger. "Man you really fuckin' want this!" Michael exclaimed. In response, Jacob deepened his grinds, making sure not to miss one single inch. Jerking his meat wildly he spewed his man cream all over Michael's perfect chest and neck. Michael erupted for the second time in Jacob's hot ass. Jacob kept his grinding hard and fast, making sure to milk Michael's dick for every drop. "Oh fuck man...you gotta stop, it's too much!" Michael winced as Jacob's ass took control. "Oh no...you just wait." He said with a devilish grin. Jacob scooped up his cum from off Michael's perfect body and used it to jerk his still hard dick into performance mode once more. "Jacob...really you gotta...oh fuck...oh god!!!!" Feeling Michael tense up again, Jacob prepared himself for the second volley as Michael's dick unleashed another giant load into his dripping ass. Feeling his ass fill up again, Jacob let loose his second load on Michael ^Ö shooting it all over Michael's face. Jacob pushed himself off Michaels now softening cock...feeling it slither out of his open hole sent electricity shooting up his spine. He crawled forward, straddled Michael's chest and put his dick against Michael's lips. Michael opened his mouth and inhaled Jacob's dick sucking it hard. Jacob spasmmed and clutched a hold of the headboard tightly. He groaned in delightful torture as Michael worked his dick over in his now expert mouth. "Oh fuck man!" "Yeah, pay back is a bitch isn't it?" They got into the shower together - the water was steamy hot. Jacob took care washing Michael's body ^Ö he studied it, the way that the soapy foam slid down Michael's chest, down the valleys of his abs. He bent down and took especial care washing Michaels soft dick. "What a fuckin stud my brother is!" He thought to himself. He lathered his hands and gently massaged Michael's huge orbs. "This guy has hardly any hair on him. I envy you Michael." He thought again. Turning him around, he soaped Michael's thighs and ass well. He massaged his perfect bubble ass with the soap and took time on the mans little pink pucker. Looking up to admire the god in front of him he saw something across his shoulders. He hadn't noticed it before now but Michael's shoulders were covered with a large tattoo. It looked like large bird of prey but he wasn't sure. He figured he'd leave this discussion for later. For now, he just wanted to worship the beautiful man that was standing in front of him. He massaged his fingers deeply into Michael's lower back, up his spine to his shoulders where he traced the outline of the tattoo. He reached around and pulled Michael into a warm embrace, his dick now nestled between Michael's cheeks. As he kissed at Michael's neck, he massaged the sculpted chest he had blown his wad on only minutes earlier. He worked his way lower and lower allowing his hands glide smoothly over Michael's washboard. "Ok stud! My turn now." Jacob wasn't going to complain. Michael took the sponge from Jacob's hands and soaped it up. He bent down allowing Jacob's dick to graze his face. He told Jacob to lean his back against the red tiled shower wall. He did and Michael picked up Jacob's foot. Washing it thoroughly with the sponge, he paid special attention to each toe. He lingered on the arch of Jacob's foot massaging it with his skilled fingers. Jacob sighed and flexed his dick in appreciation. Michael continued lathering Jacob's leg until he reached Jacob's crotch. He gently lifted Jacob's semi hard cock and soaped his hairy balls, massaging them gently with his fingers. He allowed the water wash them clean and then kissed each one. "Have you ever thought about shaving these bad boys?" I bet it'd be really hot!" "Oh yeah, I love the way it feels...it just takes so much time and it's so difficult to do by yourself. You know?" "Yeah, well, you don't have to do it alone anymore." Michael looked up and winked. "Want me to shave them?" "Sure." Jacob handed him a new razor from the shower caddy and some shaving foam. Michael reached up, turned the water off and took the razor and foam from his hands. He sprayed the white foam into the palm of his hand and then cupped Jacob's low hangers. He spread the white stuff all over Jacob's nuts then took the razor and made careful long, slow strokes over each of Jacob's precious balls. He shook off the gathered foam from the razor and then made Jacob turn around and push is ass out. With Jacob's now tight pink hole exposed he decided to give Jacob a real treat. He sprayed more foam into his hand and lathered Jacob's lightly haird crack. With the same gentle strokes he shaved Jacob's crack, hole and choad cleanly smooth. He turned the water back on to wash Jacob's cleanly shaven bottom off. Satisfied with his results, he buried his face in Jacob's ass and tongued at the honey hole. Jacob moaned and looked at the shower clock. 10:40 it read. "Shit man...I've got to go to class. Promise me we can finish this up when I get back at 3." You can hang out here if you want though. I'd really like to see you when I get back." "Yeah, you better believe that I'll be here. You couldn't throw me out now." "Promise!" They got out of the shower and toweled each other off. Jacob quickly got dressed in a pair of soccer shorts and a tight tee shirt. He stepped into his trainers, grabbed his books and turned around where Michael was leaning naked against the bedroom doorframe. "So, you want me to go naked all day?" "Ha-ha...that would be my preference." "Yeah?" He said sexily. Jacob led Michael into the bedroom and opened a drawer full of briefs and boxer briefs. "Here are some briefs for you. Shorts are bottom drawer; tee shirts are in the second drawer. You can wear anything of mine that you can fit. I'm a little bigger than you but I'm sure there must be something in there for you." Jacob turned to leave but Michael grabbed his arm, spun him around and kissed him more deeply than he had ever been kissed. Jacob pulled him into a tight hug, feeling Michael's still wet hair against his face. "Ok bro. See you at 4." "You better believe it." Michael put on a pair of white briefs. "The classics never die," he thought to himself and put on a pair of loose cargo shorts. He found a casual belt hanging in the closet and looped it through the belt holes. The shorts had been trying to fall off his hips. Deciding not to wear a shirt, he went to the living room and threw up all the windows...the cool morning air felt nice against his damp tanned skin. Hungry, he made his way to the kitchen where he decided on a late breakfast. He searched the refrigerator hungrily looking for sausage. To his surprise he found none. "Why would a big hunk like Jacob not be eating sausage...he seemed to like mine well enough!" He laughed at his smart ass thought. He turned around to the cabinets and rummaged around where he eventually found some pancake mix. "Beggars can't be choosers." He said under his breath. He made the batter and as he was measuring it out the spoon slipped from his hand and mix fell all over the front of his shorts. "Shit!" Michael exclaimed loudly. Begrudgingly, he stripped out of the dirty shorts. However, he soon realized that the cool morning air felt even better around his lightly clad ass and privates. Standing there in Jacob's white briefs cleaned up what had fallen on the floor. "Nothing is going to ruin this day or my mood damnit!" He turned on the kitchen radio and started dancing around the kitchen all sexy like (he looked as hot as any stripper and he was keenly aware of this fact) and finished cooking his breakfast. He put his stack of pancakes on a plate covered them with jam. "That'l do." He grabbed a bottle of juice and sat down in the living room and enjoyed his lunch. Just as he was finishing up he heard someone drive up. Before he could put a pair of shorts on the visitor was knocking at the door. "Just a min..." His voice trailed off searching frantically for some clothes. "Michael? Michael, is that you son?" the visitor called back. "Dad? What the hell is my father doing here?" He thought to himself as he pulled on a old moth eaten tee shirt and another pair too loose shorts. He ran back into the living room to find Blair, his father, looking around the house. "Dad, what are you doing here?" "I could ask you the same question, you know." "Well, I got Jacob's address from you...remember? I came over last night and had a little too much to drink so J let me crash here." "That little faggot plying you with liquor?" Blair asked laughing with a cruel undertone. "I can't believe you're talking shit about HIM in HIS own house!" "I'm sorry son, I just came by to see how my `other son' was doing. I just got finished visiting with Rylie yesterday...he's good you know...he's first string lineman at U of A." "No. I didn't. I'm glad to hear that Rylie is doing good for himself." "Anyways, is Jacob here? I'd really like to see him." "No, he's at class. He said he wouldn't be back till 4." "Oh, I see now. Well, then I'll return at 3...to surprise him. "I'm sure he'll just love that." Michael said sarcastically. Blair gave Michael a lingering hug and turned towards the door to leave. Before he stepped through he turned around to face Michael again and said. "You know son. You really are quite a good-looking man. You must take after me." "Thanks Dad." Michael said blushing. "You're looking good too." It had been a couple of years since Michael had seen Blair. The last time they spoke the fought viciously about the woman that Michael had gotten pregnant. Michael wanted to marry her...Blair wanted to pay her off. You see, Blair had never been a truly affectionate man. He was old fashioned but more than that...when he was affectionate it was only an act. He was a cold man...it wasn't entirely his fault. His father was cold too. Michael was surprised...he knew all these things about his father too but Blair had never said anything like that to him before. "I wonder what the hell has gotten into him?" Michael thought. He closed the door and stripped back down to Jacob's underwear. Finishing his breakfast he noticed that they had left a mess from their drinking the night prior so he cleaned up a bit and sat back down. Bored, he flipped the TV on and looked for a game. There wasn't one on so he grabbed the remote to change the channel; however, instead of pushing the channel button he accidentally pushed play. The TV screen first went blue then the image of two guys fucking popped onto the screen. "Nice!" he said aloud and started rubbing himself though the tight white cotton. He knew that he didn't need to come. He wanted to save every drop for Jacob so he just gently played with himself. The guys on the screen were fucking really hard and just when one was about to come the other guy would grab his dick real tight and squeeze it. The guy would always get the cum face but shot a drop. "Now what the hell is this?" He wondered. He pulled his dick out and started beating it with long and slow strokes. He could feel the juices boiling in his balls and groin. His toes started tingling and he knew that if he didn't stop he'd cum right there but he wanted to try this new technique. He clamped his vein off rightly with his right hand while he started fingering at his piss slit. The electricity made its way from his toes up to this thighs...he kept the pressure on this growing vein and massaged his mushroom head even hard...the electricity shot past his thighs, up past his groin and into his chest and head where it swiftly shot right back down to his toes. His slit leaked just a drop of the precious fluid and he rubbed it all over the head of his large tool. He tasted the juice and felt the electricity start bubbling up his body again. This time he clamped down with both hands and just massaged the head with his thumb. He sat there sprawled out on Jacob's sofa reeling and shaking from yet another mind blowing orgasm; however, this one had no juice. He released his massively swollen member and the snake fell against his thigh drooling only a tiny bit. He grabbed a paper towel and wiped himself clean. "What was that?" He was amazed. He went to the VCR and pushed eject. "Verging to the Max" popped out. "So, it's called Verging? I'm going to have to keep that one." 2 o'clock came around and he figured he should get dressed. He put on the same clothes that he had put on when Blair showed up. He went to the bathroom to check himself out. "a little scruffy, kinda hot...need to fix my hair...brush my teeth..." Having fixed himself up, he laid down on the sofa to wait for Blair to arrive. He picked up a sports magazine and flipped through it. He tried to read but he was too fixated with Jacob to concentrate. He gave his cock a little rub through his shorts and started fantasizing about all the things that he would do to him that night. Lost in his fantasy, he didn't realize that Blair had let himself in and was standing over the back of the sofa watching him play with himself. "Echumm," Blair said. "Oh shit! Dad..it's not what it looks like." Michael said quickly...scared that his Dad could read his mind. "Well, sure it is son. You're enjoying a little... "up" time aren't you." "I guess," he said looking defeated. "Jacob not back yet?" "No..I said he'd be back at 4 and you're early!" Blair laughed, "so I am," and he walked around to the front of the sofa where his basket was clearly visible through the thin material of this white slacks. "Listen Micah, (his pet name for Michael), I know that there is a lot of water under our bridge and I know that this isn't the place for us to discuss this but if you'll just listen to me. " "Ok...I'm listening." "Bud, Micah, I've been doing a lot of thinking. I know that I wasn't the kind of father that you and James needed...for that matter Jacob and Rylie. I was detached and cruel. I'm a businessman you know and we have to be ruthless sometimes...I just shouldn't have brought it all home with me. When Lana left me I started realizing that no one wanted to be around me and you proved that by leaving me...my first, my pride, my handsome one. I miss the hell out of you and I want us to be close...closer than we ever have been. Do you understand Micah?" "Yeah Dad, I do." As tears swelled in his eyes. "I've done a lot of changing these past years but you haven't been around to see it and I didn't want to push myself on you. You need your space, you're a man now and I respect that." He said with tears running down his cheeks. "No dad, I would love to have a close relationship with you. I love you." They stood up and Michael extended his hand for a shake. Blair grabbed his hand and pulled him into a tight hug, Blair's hard dick pressed firmly against Michael's muscular thigh. Michael sobbed freely on his fathers shoulder. "Dad, I've missed you so much." "I've missed you too son." The embrace continued. Michael went to kiss his father on the cheek and Blair moved to reciprocate; however, the kisses missed their marks and instead landing squarely on each other's lips. Neither pulled away immediately...enjoying their new closeness. Michael leaned away looking at his father with new eyes...stunned eyes. Blair leaned back in and kissed Michael again, he parted Michael's lips with his tongue and Michael opened his mouth to allow Blair entry. The two lovers stood there, holding each other, ravishing each other passionate kisses...the kind not usually shared between Father and Son. Michael tore at Blair's suit. Michael pulled his fathers suit jacket off while Blair loosened his tie. Michael then ripped Blair's dress shirt open revealing a very chiseled chest. Blair slipped his belt off and his slacks fell from his waist to his hips. Michael pulled the dress shirt from his father's torso revealing a body straight out of any muscle mag. "Dad...I never knew you were this beautiful." "Oh son! I always knew you were this beautiful...I just couldn't allow myself to indulge...it's so wrong but it's so right." Michael sat down on the sofa and buried his face in his father's crotch breathing the man smell in deeply. He unfastened the slacks and they fell to the floor revealing a monstrous cock nearly thick as it was around. Michael buried his face once again into his father's groin...he marveled at the sheer size of it. "My God dad...I'm not nearly this thick." Blair said nothing in response but grabbed his son's head with one hand while he guided his 9x7 inch son maker into Michael's mouth with the other. Michael gagged then relaxed his throat. The beast slid in taking up every spare bit of space. Michael gagged again and his father pulled out. "You want this son? You want the tool that fucked you into life?" "Oh God Yes Father...I want it so bad." Blair stuffed it back down Michaels throat once more...the friction driving him mad. Michael groped at his fathers muscular ass and his giant balls. He tickled his dad's chode with his index finger and Blair tensed up. "Oh Son, My boy...you want my seed? You want the seed that made you?" Michael managed a muffled "yes" as he continued his assault on his father's chode and nuts. Blair shivered once again and pushed Michael's head even further down on his monster prick when he started shaking violently. "Here it comes Boy." He shouted. Michael intensified his taunts and pushed one finger into his father's tight hole. Blair howled in pleasure as load after load after load of hot, creamy man liquor flooded down his son's throat. His body racked in orgasm, he continued coming for what seemed like hours to Michael, eager to have every drop. Blair pulled his cock out of his son's mouth. A dribble of cum spilled down the side of Michael's mouth. Blair caressed his son's cheek and swiftly collected his spent seed from his son's mouth. He licked the cream off his hand while Michael licked what was left off his father's member. Just then, the screen door flung open. "Hey Fucker, I'm..." His jaw dropped, his books fell to the floor. "Blair, what the fuck are you doing in my...?" Blair hustled to pull his slacks back on and Michael stood up from the sofa. "Michael...? I don't understand. "Sit down stud...I think you're going to enjoy this." Michael said. Stifling a devilish smile, Jacob asked, "Blair, what are you doing here?" "Oh...just came to see how you were doing. I ran into Micah here and we sat down and talked for a little while we waited on you to get back from class." Jacob nodded sarcastically, "Ummhumm...I'll get us something to drink. "That'd be mighty fine." Blair said. Michael agreed. Jacob collected his books and walked into the kitchen to get the drinks. "This is going to be one hell of a game." He thought to himself.