Date: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 00:33:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bruno Boyd <bruno.boyd@yahoo.com>
Subject: What Brandon Needs- Part 9

Disclaimer:

The following story contains graphic, fictional descriptions of sexual acts
between adult males. If this subject matter offends you, please do not read
on.


What Brandon Needs

Part Nine


It was the last days of senior year. The end was in sight. All Brandon had
to do was get through the last couple of weeks of torment, and then he
would be free. He'd already been accepted at the biggest university in the
state, and he knew that once he got there he'd be far removed from the
losers that made high school so miserable. Everyone always said high school
wouldn't matter after graduation and that college was a new chapter. And
Brandon couldn't wait. He'd been counting the days to get out of this town
and on with his life as long as he could remember.

Only now there was a twist. A reason to stay after all. His relationship
with his father had taken a dramatic turn over the last couple of months,
and Brandon now found himself deeply infatuated with the man who only
recently had seemed so distant.

In fact, as Brandon sat in his biology class, his thoughts drifted back to
Mike and the events of late, and before he knew it he was struggling to
conceal a thick boner.

The lecture was about animals and hormones. Mr. Baird, the science teacher,
was a middle-aged, wiry man who Brandon also couldn't wait to forget.
Suddenly, the sound of giggles from his classmates brought Brandon out of
his fantasy and back to earth.

"No, it's true," Mr. Baird said. "Many scientists believe that humans also
possess pheromones. And in places that might surprise you."

Brandon straightened in his chair as the teacher continued.

"For instance, the armpits."

The classroom erupted into groans and hisses. "Gross!" someone shouted.

"It might seem gross to you," the teacher chuckled. "But our ancestors used
these pheromones to send and receive important messages, especially about
sex. And the current thinking is that our bodies retained these pheromones,
only now the messaging is mostly subconscious."

Brandon did all he could to conceal a smile. "Subconscious," he
thought. "Yeah, right."

Another student suddenly spoke up, his voice heavy with disgust. "Let me
get this straight... You're saying people get off on sniffin' pits?" Sure
enough, it was Caleb- the class prick and bully.

Mr. Baird wasn't impressed. "To answer your question, Caleb, however
immature it may be: yes. The glands located there are believed to act as
aphrodisiacs."

Turning to face Brandon, Caleb muttered, "Sounds pretty queer to me... Am I
right, Brandon?" The classroom again descended into peals of laughter.

"What was that, Caleb?" the teacher asked. Somehow, the teachers always
managed to miss things like that.

"I said it sounds pretty... weird, sir."

Brandon's face was now red as a beet, and he slumped in his chair. He
wished he had a good comeback, but he was too embarrassed. It was almost as
though the bully knew Brandon's secret desires.

"Well," Mr. Baird continued, "if you think that's weird you're probably not
ready for what I'm about to say..."

The classroom was silent.

"Many scientists believe – although it isn't proven – that the most
powerful male pheromones are actually located in the male anal glands."

A chorus of groans went up around the classroom, none louder than the one
from Caleb. Across the room, Brandon remained silent.

The teacher shushed the class. "Now quiet down! Quiet! You might all think
it's gross, or weird, or whatever. But the truth is all of this is a
perfectly normal part of our biology. There's a reason for these things,
even if you don't notice it right away."

"Jesus, that's gross," Caleb groaned.

"Caleb, shut it," Mr. Baird continued. "Some research indicates that these
glands could be used by alpha males in a pack setting to send messages and
show his dominance, or even mark territory."

Caleb sneered again. "Hear that, Brandon? Time to get sniffin'..."

As his classmates giggled, Brandon clenched his fists. Tears welled up in
his eyes. He grabbed his book, readying himself to throw it across the room
directly at Caleb's head. Suddenly, the bell rang and everyone rushed for
the door.

In the hallway, Brandon took out his frustration on his locker, shoving in
several books and slamming the door shut loudly.

A friendly figure appeared. "Whoa, easy tiger," said Max. "What the
problem?"

"Nothing I wanna talk about," Brandon muttered. His face was still red and
his friend noticed his eyes were puffy.

Max put his hand on Brandon's shoulder. "Listen. You gotta stop letting
these fuckers push you around. I mean look at you. It's time you stand up
to these douchebags. I told you I'd help..."

Brandon stared at his friend. "Did you hear me? I said I DON'T WANT TO TALK
ABOUT IT!"

"OK. Jeez. Sorry."

The two boys walked down the hall together. "Now for a completely different
subject..." Max stammered. "It's Friday. My dad said you might be coming
over tonight with your dad?"

"Yeah, I think so. But my dad has something to do after work so I guess
we'll be kinda late."

"Cool. Check this out," Max said, lowering his voice. "I got some prime
weed. We can hang out in my room, open a window..."

"Umm, Max, our dads will be there."

"Yeah, but you know they'll be busy talking about sports or cars or boobs."

Brandon laughed. He had to agree.


That night around 7, Mike and Frank met in the parking lot of the gym.

"Alright man, you sure about this?" Frank asked.

Mike looked surprised. "Abso-fuckin-lutely. We got about an hour before the
gym closes. Enough time to do a run-through and plan this thing out. You
got all the stuff?"

Holding up a black duffel bag, Frank nodded yes.


As promised, Caleb showed up at the gym just after 8, as the last employees
were leaving. The lights were dimmed and Mike met him at the door.

"Come on in. My buddy the manager said we could stay as long as we need."
Mike dangled the keys in front of Caleb. "But I figure it probably won't
take more than an hour."

"Dude, thanks again for doing this. Really."

Mike sized up the younger man. Caleb had already changed into his workout
clothes: a tank top and basketball shorts. He was almost as tall as Mike,
over six feet, and showing an impressive physique. Caleb was built like a
man, and it was hard to believe he was the same age as his son.

"So, do you want me to give you some cash?" Caleb asked. "You know, for
your time? I got like 50 bucks on me..."

Mike chuckled to himself and thought for a second, actually considering the
offer. "Nah, I'm doing this as much for me as you."

At the bench press, Mike had already loaded 200 pounds of weight.

"Alright, show me what you got," Mike said. "Do a couple reps and then I'll
show you my form so you can see what you're doing wrong. I'll spot you."

The boy quickly took his place laying on the bench. As he reached up to
grab the bar, he took in the sight of his newfound mentor standing over
him. Mike was wearing a tank top and a pair of short blue cotton shorts
that showed off his tree trunk legs and, as Caleb immediately noticed, an
impressive bulge.

Caleb couldn't believe what was happening. Here he was, finally fulfilling
his ultimate fantasy: a private session alone with a muscle god. He'd
secretly watched Mike working out at the gym for almost a year, studying
his every move and admiring the man's strength, dedication, and most of
all, his sheer masculinity. As the months went by, Caleb had inched closer
and closer, sometimes lifting weights right next to his idol. He would
remind himself not to stare (the last thing he wanted was to seem like some
desperate psycho) and he routinely struggled to conceal an erection (which
was why he tended to wear baggy basketball shorts). Yet Mike never seemed
to notice him at all.

Until the day before when, after weeks of careful planning, Caleb had
finally made his move. It was true he was heading to college on a football
scholarship in a few months, but Caleb had exaggerated his "injury", hoping
to play on the older man's obvious athleticism and stroke his ego by
appealing for help. Quite simply, Caleb just wanted – no, needed – to
be alone with this muscle god.

This was a side of Caleb no one else knew. Among his peers, Caleb was
revered as the most popular jock in school, the guy with the hottest
girlfriends, the high school stud. The last thing Caleb would call himself
is "gay". Gays were fags like the kids he tormented in school. They were
sissies like Brandon and Max. And if Caleb knew anything, he knew he had
nothing in common with those queers. Instead, Caleb admired true, raw
masculinity.

Although he didn't know it yet, Caleb was wrong about one thing: at least
one person had figured out the truth about him. And that person was
standing over him.

"Ready?" Mike asked. He squatted slightly, his bulge now inches from
Caleb's face.

Caleb's eyes widened as he looked up and through the leg opening of Mike's
shorts. Either Mike had a hard-on already or he had one hell of a big
cock. The younger man quickly and clumsily slammed out five reps.

"Alright, your form definitely needs work," Mike scolded. "Load up another
hundred."

As he nervously loaded more weights to the bar, Caleb watched Mike slowly
peel off his tank top and toss it to the side. The boy licked his lips at
the sight of the man's already damp pits and bulging pecs.

"Now, watch what I do. Pay attention to my arm placement," Mike
instructed. "And nah, you don't need to spot me. Just watch real close. See
how I'm trying to bend the bar. That makes it really pop."

As Mike slowly and precisely pumped out each rep on the bench press, the
boy adjusted his own thickening hard-on. He sensed Mike was enjoying this
as much as he was, although he still didn't know why. Sweat began to form
on Mike's hairy chest and rolled out of his pits.

After a few minutes, they moved to a squat rack. Again, Caleb went
first. He loaded a bar with a couple hundred pounds and again completed
five clumsy reps.

"Not bad," Mike said. "Especially considering your injury. But load up some
weight and watch this."

Shirtless and holding over 400lbs on his traps, Mike slowly and easily
lowered himself, letting out a grunt before pushing back up. Caleb bit his
bottom lip as he watched the thin cloth of Mike's shorts stretch tight
around his enormous ass during each rep. There was just enough light that
the boy could see the outline of a jock strap through the fabric. His boner
was quickly rising now. Suddenly he realized Mike was talking to him.

"You hear me, bud? You see how low I went that time?"

"Uh-huh," Caleb muttered.

Mike grinned and pretended to look around as though making sure the coast
was clear. "You know what- lemme try something. Nobody's around and I want
you to really see how the muscles are workin'."

Speechless, Caleb watched as Mike quickly pulled his shorts down and tossed
them his direction. The alpha god stood before him wearing only a
well-used, white jock strap. Mike took a moment to show off, rubbing his
swollen pecs and running his hands along his hairy abs. As he turned back
to the squat rack, Caleb got a look at his beefy, manly ass encased in the
straps.

Caleb's erection now jutted straight out, although he no longer noticed.

Once again Mike carefully lowered himself, and as he did Caleb watched his
glutes flex, the beefy muscles of his ass cheeks slowly prying open and
closed again, each time exposing a trail of damp brown hairs in his
crack. Caleb was now so turned on he was in danger of losing control.

As Mike turned around, still pretending to be giving pointers, he saw the
tent in Caleb's shorts. People always joked that just about everybody –
women and men alike – wanted Mike's body, and he was starting to think
it was true. The plan had gone perfectly, he thought. Almost too
perfectly. It was time to step it up to the next level.

"Damn, boy. You look like you're in heat."

"Sorry, sir. I mean, Mike. I mean, I'm just..." Caleb fumbled for words as
he tried concealing his boner.

"You're hard as a fuckin' rock, I can see," Mike said sternly. "You get
turned on watchin' big guys work out?"

Caleb couldn't believe his ears. "Ummm, yeah I guess. Not like I'm gay
or..."

Mike cut him off. He wasn't interested. "Bet you really wanna see this big
muscle though, right?" He gripped his bulge inside the jockstrap pouch.

Caleb was speechless. He felt his dick get even harder. He nodded his head.

"Cuz you like big dicks, don't you boy?" Mike continued.

"Yes, sir..."

"Get on your knees, now," Mike growled. The boy quickly complied.

As he slipped the pouch to the side, Mike's thick cock dangled from the
jockstrap. Caleb's eyes widened.

"Big dick is what you're after, ain't it? That's why you came here tonight,
huh? Wanna see these muscles up close."

"Yes, sir..."

Mike stepped closer. His cock was getting thicker. He hadn't anticipated
getting turned on at all, but he had to admit talking dirty to an admirer
was doing the trick. He swung his dick in the bully's face, teasing but not
letting him lick it.

"Say it, boy. Tell me you want this big cock."

Caleb gulped and began speaking, his voice cracking at first. "Yes, sir. I
want that big cock so bad."

"Tell me what you're gonna do with it."

"I'm wanna suck it, sir. I wanna taste it."

"Yeah, I bet," Mike said. "What else you want?"

"I want to... take it..."

Mike laughed. "You wanna take it? You mean up the ass? You wanna get fucked
up your tight asshole, boy?" He gripped his nearly erect cock and began to
slowly stroke it in the boy's face.

"Yes, please sir." Caleb was now leaking precum in his shorts. He thought
he might actually jizz himself.

Mike turned around, showing his ass. Reaching back with both hands, he
pried open his ass cheeks. Caleb was mere inches from the most beautiful
hole he'd ever seen. From this point, he was sure he could smell Mike's
manly scent, and even taste it.

The verbal assault continued. "You wanna lick that straight man ass, don't
you boy?"

"Mmmm, please... Yes, sir..." Caleb was whimpering now.

"You wanna put your face in there and lick the sweat out don't you?"

"Yes, oh fuck..."

The man turned back around and swung his dick back and forth. Caleb tried,
but failed to lick it. Mike wouldn't let him.

"You know what you are, boy?" Mike asked.

"Yes, sir..."

"You're a pussyboy, aren't you?"

"Yes... yes, sir I am..."

"Say it," Mike commanded.

"I'm a pussyboy. I want to be your pussyboy, sir."

And with that, the deal was done. Mike slipped his dick inside his
jockstrap. "Lights, Frank!" he shouted. A couple of the lights in the gym
suddenly flickered on.

Incredulous, Caleb jumped to his feet. Seemingly out of nowhere, another
older, well-built man appeared. He was carrying a laptop computer.

"Caleb, meet Frank," Mike said as he pulled up his shorts.

"What the...?" the boy muttered.

"Why don't you have a seat, Caleb," Mike went on. "We're gonna explain to
you how this is gonna go down."

The two older men stood shoulder to shoulder staring down Caleb. Mike still
had his shirt off, his biceps flexing as he crossed his arms.

"Take a look around the room," Frank directed. "If you look close you'll
see several tiny cameras. We installed those tonight, just for you. The
last hour or so? All on video."

Caleb was stunned. "But why, I don't understand..." he whimpered.

Frank turned the laptop around, showing Caleb images of himself at that
very moment from multiple angles. Mike spoke up. "Ya see, Frank and I are
fathers. And like most fathers, we like to protect our young."

"I don't understand," the boy protested.

"I think you do," said Mike. "Does the name Brandon sound familiar?"

"Or Max?" asked Frank.

Caleb slumped in his chair, a look of complete shock overtaking his
face. "Those... fags?" He was beginning to understand.

Mike stepped forward, fists clenched. "Careful there, Caleb. Like I said,
fathers protect their own. Besides, I think after tonight it's pretty clear
you have a lot more in common with our boys than you wanna admit."

"Listen up," Frank said. "If you play your cards right, then tonight never
happened. You get to go home, jack off thinking about what you saw, and
move on with your life."

"On the other hand..." said Mike. "If you ever – and I mean ever –
say another word to our kids, or any other kids like them, your pussyboy
performance will be all over the internet. Not another word to either of
our boys. You understand?"

"Yes, sir," said Caleb, his voice hollow with astonishment.

"Look at it this way," Frank said. "Your bullying days are over. Whether
you wanna keep being a hypocrite is up to you."

For a minute there was silence between the three of them.

"I'm proud of our boys," Mike said. "They're braver than you'll ever
be. Now, get the fuck outta here."

Caleb quickly scurried from the room, his hard-on still visible in his
shorts.

After the boy had left, the two men shook hands. They had done the right
thing, they agreed. And they also agreed that it was best if their boys
didn't find out about what they had done.

"And if this asshole keeps it up?" Frank asked.

"Then we do what we said. But I have a feeling he learned a valuable lesson
tonight."


Meanwhile, a few miles away, Brandon stood nervously in the small parking
lot of an old, run-down strip center in a rough part of town. In the window
of one of the few open shops, a neon sign flashed: "XXX Adult Video &
Novelty". Brandon had passed by this place many times but he'd never been
in. For a moment he had second thoughts and considered just going home, but
he relented. After all, he'd come this far and he was running out of time.

As the boy pushed open the tinted door, a sharp ding announced the arrival
of a new customer. The clerk, a tattooed young man with glasses and long
hair, looked across the counter at Brandon. "Hold up, you gotta be 18 to
come in here."

Brandon had expected this sort of thing. "Oh, I'm 18," he said, his voice
shaky. "I have my ID if you wanna look..."

The clerk sized the boy up for a second. "Nah, forget about it. You're
good."

Like any porn shop, Brandon discovered row after row containing countless
DVDs for a seemingly unlimited array of interests. A few older men, the
last traditional customers in an online streaming world, perused
titles. But of course DVDs weren't what Brandon came here for. In a
separate area of the shop, among lingerie, gag gifts, and a huge assortment
of lubes, was a wall completely covered in sex toys.

A man and woman – clearly a couple hoping to spice up their sex life –
looked shocked to see the young boy as he approached this area. Brandon
tried his best to ignore the stares and whispers as he sized up the variety
of dildos, butt plugs, and vibrators before him. Quickly, he selected one
that stood out the most for him: a 9-inch dildo that appeared surprisingly
real. It had a nice mushroom head, prominent veins, and even two heavy
balls. And more importantly, it looked the most like what he had seen over
the last few weeks. This was the one.


Arriving home, Mike was surprised to find an empty house. This definitely
wasn't the norm lately. In the kitchen, he blended a chocolate-flavored
protein shake, even adding two raw eggs. (Drinking a protein shake after
working out was a must for Mike, and after all, he and Frank had still had
a good workout tonight.) Just as he started to text Brandon, he heard the
boy come in through the front door. Sipping on the shake, he turned the
corner just in time to see Brandon heading towards his room carrying a
black plastic bag.

"Hey- whatcha got there?" Mike asked.

The boy seemed startled. "Nothing... just some stuff for school..." For a
second, he feared Mike would press the issue – after all, he knew his
father didn't like secrets in his house – and he was surprised when the
man let it go.

"Frank and Max are waitin' for us at their house," Mike said. "I think
they're ordering a pizza. I need to shower and change clothes. Think you
can be ready in 30 minutes?"

The boy nodded yes.

In his room, Brandon quickly stashed the bag under his bed. That was a
close call, he thought. It was too late to use what he'd bought tonight- it
would have to wait until tomorrow. Suddenly he thought about what his dad
had just said about taking a shower. He quickly walked down the hall
towards Mike's room.

Mike had already started the shower and was peeling off his tank top when
his son walked into the room. It had become customary for Brandon to
undress his father after work.

"Dad?" Brandon asked. "Is it ok I take a shower with you?"

It took an unexpected amount of willpower for Mike not to tell Brandon what
had just transpired over the previous hour at the gym. He leaned against
the bathroom countertop and crossed his arms, considering the boy's
question. What once would have seemed so crazy and inappropriate now seemed
so... natural.

"Sure, boy. But let's get a move on."

By the time Mike had put his fingers into the waistband of his gym shorts,
the boy had sprung forward and was helping him slide them down. Brandon
couldn't hide his reaction to seeing his father was wearing a
jockstrap. Not only did a huge smile cross his face, but his cock jumped in
his own shorts. Brandon carefully slipped the straps over dad's beefy ass
and down his thick legs. Mike's cock dangled inches from Brandon's face,
and the boy noticed immediately that it seemed semi-erect. Brandon was
momentarily mesmerized as he watched his father step into the shower. He
quickly undressed himself and joined his dad.

The two stood facing each other, so close their penises touched. The man
put on a little show, running his hands over his pecs while streams of warm
water ran across his chiseled body. The sight made the boy fully hard. Mike
reached for the soap, but before he knew it the boy was on his
knees. Brandon used his entire hand to grip Mike's dick and slowly began to
service it. Mike leaned his head back into the stream of water and moaned.

"Oh, damn... Suck it baby..."

The boy worked his lips around his dad's dick, his head bobbing under
splashes of water. Mike used both hands to steady Brandon's head as he
slowly began to buck his hips, his cock working in and out of the boy's
mouth. After a minute or so, he pulled out suddenly and swung his dick back
and forth, lightly slapping his son's face, then returning to a full-on
oral assault. He could feel his cock entering the boy's throat.

"Yeah, that's it... Work that big dick..."

Brandon gripped the man's ass, squeezing each massive cheek as they bucked
Mike's cock in and out of his mouth. He ran his hand down his Mike's ass
crack, searching out the man's hole. Once he found it, he used his index
and middle finger to massage it ever so slightly. Mike moaned again. The
boy took this a positive sign and gently rubbed his middle finger a little
harder on the tight, manly hole. He half expected Mike to stop and scold
him for this, but instead the man continued moaning as he bucked his
hips. Brandon stopped sucking just long enough to bring his fingers to his
mouth, sucking on them to provide some natural lubrication and so he could
savor the taste. His own dick throbbed as streams of precum dripped around
it. He shoved his hand back between his father's ass cheeks and this time
managed to work his saliva-covered finger ever so slightly into Mike's
hole.

"Mmmmm, boy... Easy there..." Mike had to draw the line somewhere.

Brandon was uncontrollable now. Gasping for air, he dove under Mike's balls
and began to lick out the area there. He was determined to take in as much
of his father as he could before he got too soaped up. It wasn't that the
boy didn't like his dad clean. He just didn't consider him "dirty" after a
long day at work or the gym. There was something manly and incredibly hot
about his dad when he was a little sweaty, especially in certain
places. And besides, he'd learned in biology class today that all this was
perfectly normal.

"Yeah, boy... Feels good..."

The boy wriggled on the shower floor as he licked behind his dad's
low-hanging testicles. Mike knew what the boy wanted, and he turned around,
his back side now squarely in front of Brandon's face. Bending slightly at
the hips, Mike reached back and used both hands to gently pry his ass
cheeks open. Brandon watched in awe as a river of water ran across his
father's enormous back and down his hairy ass crack. Deep in the crevice,
he could barely see the man hole he had just nearly fingered. Grabbing hold
of Mike's hips, he shoved his face deep into the man's ass. Mike stumbled
forward slightly and used his hand to steady himself against the shower
tile.

"That's what you want, ain't it? That big butt..."

Brandon struggled to get as much of his face into his father's ass as
possible. He slurped up the remaining sweat and drank the water that ran
like a river down Mike's ass crack. Reaching around, he stroked Mike's hard
cock, all the while using his tongue to try to penetrate the man's tight
hole.

"Lick it, boy... So fuckin' good..."

When he felt like he might cum, Mike turned around and lifted his son to
his feet. He noticed that Brandon's dick stood straight up and was
dripping.

"Alright boy, time for us to get cleaned up."

Brandon was visibly disappointed, but he had learned a long time ago not to
question his father.

Mike held up the soap. "Turn around," he said.

Doing as his father asked, Brandon turned and faced the shower wall. He
squatted slightly and pushed his ass out. A shockwave ran through his body
as he felt Mike's hand on his butt.

The man gently ran the soap over the boy's smooth bubble ass. Mike had
enjoyed his fair share of hot rear ends over the years, but he couldn't
remember one as beautiful as this. He bit his lip as he guided the soap
slowly down the boy's crack.

"Bend over a little bit more," he whispered. Brandon complied, his face now
pressed against the tile wall.

As his son's hairless ass cheeks parted, Mike could see the pink, virgin
hole that lay between them. Brandon pushed his ass out more, and in doing
so came into contact with Mike's ever-hardening dick. Both father and son
moaned softly.

"Mmmm, Dad..." the boy whispered.

Because his son was so much shorter, Mike had to squat just a bit. He
guided his cock along the boy's crack.

Brandon pushed back hard. "Daddy, please..." he begged.

Mike gripped the boy's hips and began a fucking motion, his dick sliding up
and down his son's wet and soapy ass crack. Even without penetration the
sensation was incredible, and he spurted precum as he bucked his
hips. Brandon matched his father's rhythms by slamming his butt back
forcefully on the man's cock. On one of the thrusts, they both felt Mike's
cock almost enter the boy.

The man jumped back. "You ok, boy?" he asked. "Didn't mean to do that..."

Brandon was practically begging for it. He pushed his ass out even further,
hoping the man would finally give it to him. Instead, Mike began caressing
the boy's round cheeks and worked his way into his smooth
crevice. Brandon's pink hole was tight and Mike had trouble even inserting
the tip of his middle finger. When he finally got past the outer ring of
Brandon's hole, the boy released a moan of pleasure.

Using the soap as a lube, Mike slowly worked his finger deeper into his
son's virgin hole. With his other hand, he started to stroke his own
rock-hard cock. He leaned down and whispered into Brandon's ear, "Relax a
little bit, boy..."

Brandon whimpered in ecstasy as he felt his father's thick finger digging
deeper into him and probing his prostate. His dick responding by bouncing
up and releasing spurts of clear precum. He knew he wouldn't last long,
even without touching himself.

Mike's finger was now inserted deep in his boy's butt, so he started to
work it in and out, first gently, then with more aggression. He whispered
orders into his son's ear.

"That's it baby, push that ass back... Let me get in that sweet little
ass... You like that don't ya? Get ready boy..."

Using a bit more soap, Mike lubed up his index finger and gently worked two
fingers back into the boy's hole. Brandon's face was pressed against the
shower tile, and he froze in anticipation of what was happening.

"Mmmmm, Dad... Please, yes..."

As both fingers disappeared into Brandon's ass, the boy pushed back and
allowed them to slide in fully. He rocked in unison with Mike's
finger-fucking, the man's assault picking up in intensity with each
thrust. The thick fingers pounded the boy's prostate, sending them both
into an animal-like frenzy.

"Take it, boy!" Mike ordered. "Feel me inside you... Cum for your daddy..."

Brandon bucked his ass hard one last time, pausing in silence for just a
brief second before his orgasm erupted.

"Mmmmmmmm... Dad..."

Without touching himself, a long rope of cum shot out of the boy's cock and
landed against the shower tile. It was followed by several more thick
spurts.

Mike's stroking reached its climax and he too dumped a load, this time
across the boy's smooth ass.

"Fuck yes... Makin' me cum, boy..."

Heavy globs of manjuice spilled across Brandon's butt and dripped down his
asscrack.

The boy was overcome by a feeling of fulfillment. Contentment. Love. After
regaining his composure, he turned to face his father. He felt an
overwhelming desire to kiss the man, yet as he leaned in he was rewarded
instead by a strong hug. It would have to do. For now.

"You enjoy that, boy?" Mike asked. The shower was still running over them,
but the water was noticeably less warm.

"Mmmhmm. It felt really good, Dad," Brandon replied, his face pressing
against his father's hairy, wet chest.

"Good, boy. Now let's get cleaned up for real. We got people waiting on
us."


To be continued.


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