Date: Sun, 15 May 2011 13:37:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bruno Boyd <bruno.boyd@yahoo.com>
Subject: What Brandon Needs- Part 4

What Brandon Needs

Part Four


For a moment, it was very quiet in the living room. Mike looked over his
shoulder at his son, who was still on his knees, staring in silence. He'd
pulled his underwear down around his muscle ass, which was now inches from
his Brandon's face.

There was a strong smell coming off his father that made Brandon's dick
ache in his shorts. Before he could react to what was happening, Mike
turned back around and faced him. Brandon saw that his father's dick had
clearly grown more inside his underwear.

"Pull `em down, boy," Mike said.

Brandon put his hands in the waistband of his dad's briefs and slowly
pulled them down. Mike's dick plopped out with a bounce. Later Brandon
would wonder why he'd been so surprised by how big it was. After all,
everything else about the man was big, why wouldn't his dick be as well? It
swung, half-erect, between Mike's legs. Brandon knew it was still growing
and he wondered if this was his dad's way of encouraging him. He noticed
the man's big, hairy balls swaying under his dick. He could see they were
moist with sweat.

Brandon guided the underwear down his father's legs and Mike stepped out of
them. Looking at them, Brandon noticed on the faded tag: Size
36. Instinctively, and with his father watching, he turned them inside out
and brought them to his nose. With his face buried in his father's briefs,
he took a long deep breath.

Mike chuckled. "Yeah, you like that don't ya, boy? Can't get enough of that
man smell, can you?" he growled.

Brandon breathed into his dad's underwear. He searched out the sweat in
them and began sucking at the fabric, trying to take in as much as
possible. He shoved his hand back down his shorts and gripped his own
rock-hard dick.

Mike was smiling. He was holding his dick with his right hand and massaging
his hairy pec with his left. He couldn't believe how much his son was
getting off on his dirty drawers. He'd never understood what made some guys
get into stuff like that, but he'd learned to accept that they did.

He remembered years earlier, when he'd caught some young guy in the locker
room at the gym. Coming back from the shower in his towel, Mike found the
kid standing in front of his locker, sniffing his dirty jockstrap and
whacking off. Of course, Mike had been a lot less "accepting" at the time
and almost kicked the guy's ass right then and there.

After his underwear got stolen a couple more times after that, Mike learned
to start using a lock. But he saw how certain guys were watching him and
following him around the gym like little puppy dogs. He turned it into a
game of sorts. Whenever he had an old pair of underwear or a jockstrap he
was going to throw away, he just left them sitting out in the locker
room. Might as well let some horny kid get off them, he thought.

And now, here he was, standing naked in his living room, and his own son
was the horny kid. His dick grew more.

Brandon continued sniffing and licking out Mike's underwear for a minute,
then set them aside. He squeezed his balls lightly to keep from
shooting. He looked up at his father towering over him.

Slowly, Mike began to stroke his dick. He was enjoying showing off for his
son. Something about seeing Brandon on his knees, with his mouth open, dick
hard in his shorts, staring up at his dad's naked body seemed right. It was
where they both belonged, he thought.

He wondered if Brandon was going to cum in his shorts again. "Kid must be
damn hot for me," he thought.

Brandon still wasn't sure what to do. He was nervous. He needed direction.

"You like what you see, boy?" his father asked.

Brandon shook his head yes. Staring at his father's dick in front of his
face, his mouth began to water.

"You ever sucked a man's dick?" Mike asked.

Brandon was embarrassed by the question and he blushed.

"No," he said.

It was true, he hadn't. In fact, Brandon hadn't done much of anything. He
felt like he was the only 18-year-old at his school who was still a
virgin. The one chance he'd had to get with another guy was with his friend
Max, the only other gay kid in his class. The two had "dated" for a couple
of weeks earlier in the year, but they'd quickly realized they were better
as friends. Max had explained that they were both "twinks" and "bottom
boys" and that it would never work. Brandon knew he was right.

So, like most horny boys his age, Brandon spent every night in his room
jerking off to porn on his computer. At first he searched out solo videos
of hot, hairy, muscular guys showing off for the camera. These were the
kind of guys he wanted. He imagined himself playing with their bodies,
feeling their muscles, and licking their sweat.

Not long after, he'd discovered videos of twinks and muscle daddies
together. He envied the younger guys in the videos. As he jerked out a load
night after night, he paid careful attention to how they pleased the men in
the videos. It was his education, he thought. He wanted to remember how it
was done when his time came.

And the time had finally come.

"Is that what you wanna do, boy? You wanna suck my dick?" Mike whispered.

Brandon shook his head yes.

Mike reached out and stroked his son's hair. His face changed.

"Brand, this ain't right," he said.

Brandon was startled, and began to blush.

His dad laughed. "Brandon. I'm buck naked here and you got all your clothes
on. I see you hard there jackin' in your shorts. Don't you think it'd be
easier to just get your clothes off?"

Brandon let out a nervous laugh.

"C'mon, take your shirt off, buddy," Mike said.

Brandon wasn't used to being naked around anyone, especially his
father. He'd always been embarrassed by how skinny he was, and Mike's
muscles had always intimidated him. In fact, Brandon couldn't remember the
last time his father saw him without a shirt on. But now his dad was
telling him it was OK, that he wanted them to be undressed here together.

Pulling his shirt over his head, Brandon looked up into his father's
eyes. It was as though he was seeking approval. He stood, all 110lbs,
trembling in front of his dad. His skin was pale and hairless, and
contrasted heavily with the giant man in front of him.

Mike couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. With his blond hair and
soft blue eyes, not to mention his skinny-boy body, his son was so
different from himself. It wasn't like Mike went around checking out guys,
but for the first time he realized how "cute" Brandon was. Sure, he wasn't
the football player Mike had hoped he'd be, but he was a good-looking kid
nonetheless. Mike was proud of him.

Looking into his father's eyes, Brandon waited for a sign. Mike
nodded. Brandon stood up, pulled his shorts down, and kicked them
aside. Underneath, he was wearing tight red briefs, size XS. His dick was
hard and sticking out the top. For a moment, Brandon shivered nervously.

"Go ahead, Brand, take `em off."

Before he lost his courage, Brandon shoved his underwear down as quickly as
he could, nearly tripping as he hopped out of them. His dick stood straight
up, an erect 6 ½ inches.

The two were standing facing one another, dicks inches apart.

Mike rubbed his son's cheek again with his thick fingers. "There. That
feels better, don't it?" he said. "Go ahead, boy."

Brandon lowered himself back to his knees.

Mike guided the boy's head. His dick made a slight jump in Brandon's face.

Brandon reached out with his right hand and held another man's cock for the
first time. His fingers were too small, and Mike was too big, because they
wouldn't reach all the way around. Slowly and gently, he began to stroke
his father's dick.

"Mmmm... yeah boy," Mike moaned.

Brandon knew he was making his father feel good, and this fact alone made
his own dick throb. As he stroked, he noticed a drop of clear precum form
at the tip of Mike's dick.

Mike realized he was going to have to take charge of the situation.

"I'm gonna teach you how to do this, alright boy?" It was more a statement
now than a question. "Close your mouth, first."

Brandon did as his father ordered. Mike took his dick in his hand and
rubbed the tip across his son's lips, smearing precum over it.

"Now lick your lips for me."

Brandon closed his eyes and licked his lips. His body shook as his senses
reacted to the taste. He needed more.

"Now stick your tongue out, Brand."

Looking straight up into his father's eyes, Brandon stuck his tongue out.

Mike bounced his dick on his son's tongue a few times, then milked out
another drop of precum on it.

Brandon began to whimper softly. He wanted Mike to put it in his mouth, let
him finally taste it. But he trusted his dad, and did as he told him.

"You like that big dick, boy? Right in your face..."

"Mmmhmm," Brandon muttered.

Mike began to softly slap his dick against Brandon's cheeks. His son's
tongue was still out, desperately trying to lick it.

"Yeah, my boy wants that big dick, don't you? Wanna taste it good..."

With his son now looking straight up, Mike leaned forward and dipped his
balls onto Brandon's tongue.

"Yeah, baby, taste them balls good..."

Mike laid his dick across his son's face and held Brandon nose into his
hairy balls, letting the boy breath in his scent. His own dick was almost
fully hard now.

Brandon closed his eyes and moaned. He was still squeezing his balls,
carefully trying not to cum too soon.

"Alright boy, get your mouth on it..."

Taking his father's dick in his hand again, Brandon leaned forward and
began to lick the head and suck off precum. He stretched his mouth open as
far as possible and began to take it in, still stroking the shaft with his
right hand. To steady himself, he held onto his father's thick leg with his
left hand. Brandon knew it was too big to take all of it in his mouth, and
this discouraged him. He would have to practice on it.

Enjoying the warm, wet feeling on his cock, Mike closed his eyes. With his
hand on the back of Brandon's head, he began to slowly fuck his son's
mouth.

"Awww, baby... Suck it..."

Brandon struggled to take more of it in. He breathed through his nose and
tried to relax his mouth. Mike was getting only about half the shaft in and
Brandon was desperate not to disappoint his father. He began to gag as the
dick went deeper.

Mike pulled out. "It's alright, boy. Just relax a little bit."

Rubbing his cock across Brandon's entire face, he covered his son in his
own spit. A line of drool dripped from Brandon's lips as he caught his
breath. Mike laughed to himself as he thought of all the blowjobs he'd
gotten in his lifetime. He never dreamed he'd be getting one from a dude,
much less his own son.

Grabbing hold of Mike's dick, Brandon licked all along the shaft, coating
it in a natural lube while he stroked. Lifting Mike's dick up, he could
smell the scent he loved so much coming from his father's balls. He began
to lick them out, savoring the taste. He then carefully took each one into
his mouth, gently sucking the sweat from them.

"Fuck yeah, Brand. That's good, boy. Clean `em up for me..."

Brandon began to move between his dad's legs and inched behind the man's
heavy balls with his tongue. There was a taste and scent there that drew
him in. His dad wasn't stopping him and he wondered if this meant Mike was
alright with this. Brandon began to stroke his own dick harder now as
worked further back.

They both heard a sound from the driveway: a car door slamming. Then two
voices: first a man, then a woman. It was Mike's friend Scott and his
girlfriend.

They both froze, Brandon's nose buried under his dad's balls.

"Fuck..." Mike whispered. He started to pull his son off him, but Brandon
gripped his leg.

"Please, Dad..." Brandon whimpered.

Mike could see precum was leaking from Brandon's dick now. He could tell
his son was close. Brandon was begging him.

"Alright, boy, finish up," Mike said.

The doorbell rang.

Brandon was beating off furiously now, one hand still stroking his dad's
dick, and his face buried between his legs taking in his man smell.

"Mmmmmmmm..." Brandon moaned. His body began to shake as he shot a thick
load of cum in the air and across his chest.

The truth was Mike was close too. If there hadn't been a knock at the door
who knows what might have happened, he thought. But as his son emptied his
balls on himself, Mike bit his lip and he focused on trying not to cum. It
was fine and all for the boy to get off on his body, but he still didn't
want Brandon to think he was, well, like him.

The doorbell rang again, then a knock.

"Just a minute!" Mike yelled.

A thick glob of cum was dripping down Brandon's chest as he pulled his face
from his dad's legs. He was breathing heavily as he sat back for a minute,
catching his breath.

Mike scooped up his shorts and stepped into them, leaving his underwear
off.

"Grab your clothes and go to your room," he whispered to his son. "They're
probably gonna be here a couple of hours watching the game. After you get
cleaned up you can come back out. And don't drip anything on the floor in
here."

Brandon grabbed his clothes and stumbled towards his room, wiping up some
of his cum with his underwear as he walked.

"And hey, Brand. Here, take this," Mike said, tossing his own underwear at
his son.

Brandon spent most of the rest of the day in his room. He wasn't interested
in watching any basketball game with his dad's friends. He could hear them
in the living room shouting at the TV. They were drinking beer and eating
chicken wings. No, Brandon was perfectly comfortable in his room thinking
about all the things that had happened over the last 24 hours.

Resting his head on his pillow that night, he took deep breaths in his
dad's underwear. He wondered how long the smell would linger in them.

That night, after his friends had left, Mike peeked into his son's room. In
the light of the hallway, Mike could see Brandon holding his underwear to
his nose as he slept. Shutting the door, he smiled to himself and adjusted
his dick in his shorts. He was glad he was helping his son. He wondered if
he would be able to hold it in next time.


To be continued.

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