Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2018 00:41:11 +0100 From: Mark Lin Subject: White Smiles and Burning Youth, Chapter 3 Hello dear reader. This is part two of a story between a father, his sons, and the intersection of their lives. Following from an interesting experience between the brothers, this story just reveals the tip of the father's complex sexuality. I would love to hear from you, on what worked and what could be better. Contact me at parabolic.spectrum@gmail.com. Enjoy! The light peeked through Benjamin's window, cast on his pillow. Cracking open his eyes, he can just see his brother's shirt, piled on top of his own clothes. He ran the memories of last evening in his mind, still a little surprised that it was all real. Benjamin turned in the bed, and the dull ache from the drinks hit him. Yep, definitely all real. Slowly he dragged himself out of bed, slumping towards the corner of the room. He picked up the shirt, and held it in his hands a moment. He lifted it to his nose, and breathed in. The familiar scent of his brother hit him. Benjamin was glad to have him back. He dropped all the clothing into the laundry basket, save the ones his brother didn't pick up when he left. He held those in his arms, and peeked out of his bedroom. The house was silent, perhaps still asleep. Benjamin walked lightly down the hallway, and stopped in front of his brother's door. Slowly, he twisted the door knob, and opened the door just wide enough to drop the clothes in. A soft thud, as the clothes hit the floor. His brother is still asleep. His eyes are shut with his chest rising and falling slowly. He looked peaceful. Benjamin watched his brother just a little, and then softly closed the door. Further down the hallway, his parents' room was empty already. The door was open, and the bed already done, white pillows neatly placed. He heads down the stairs and to the kitchen. His dad wasn't there. In the quiet morning light, Benjamin started making himself a cup of coffee. The fragrant smell slowly rose and filled the room, as Benjamin sat down and raised the mug to his lips. The sound of a key being jammed into the door startled Benjamin. He turned his head to see the door creak open, his dad emerging from behind it, wearing a sweat soaked t-shirt. "Morning Ben! See you are already up. Just came back from a run. Help yourself with breakfast, I'll need to take a shower." Richard said as he passed Benjamin on the way to the staircase. Benjamin's eyes followed his dad, climbing up the stairs. At 45, his dad was quite fit for his age. Though not as muscular as Matt, Richard had a lean body. It showed as Richard climbed up the stairs, his running shorts lifted up by each double step he took sprinting up. Not long after Richard went up, Matt made his way down as well. "Morning Ben," Matt said as he walked down, his eyes only half open. "Did Katie still not come back yet?" "Didn't see her. Would expect her around noon, I'd say." Benjamin said as he stretched his arms. "That hopeless girl... She hasn't seen either of her brothers for at least a month and she decides a sleepover's a better option than to see us." Matt shook his head slowly, making his way to the fridge. "Haha, at least this time it wasn't with that boyfriend of hers." "Yea, whatever his name is... Chad, or..." Matt said as he fumbled around the fridge. "Charlie. Way off." "Right. Charlie." Matt grabbed a large carton of milk, and started drinking straight from it. He sat down on the loveseat next to Benjamin. He lifted his arms around Benjamin, and Benjamin leaned his head in, resting on Matt's shoulders. A musky odour hit him, and he lifted his head again. "Did you shower?" "No." Matt looked at his brother, who did not meet his gaze and lifted the cartoon again. Matt paused for a second, and then sank his head down again, warm from the heat of his brother's arms. "Look at you two boys," Richard said at the top of the stairs, as he climbed down again, grinning widely. ------ Katie, Benjamin's sister, came back exactly at 12. Stepping through the front door, she smiled, and waved at her brothers in the living room, and was going to make her way up to her room. "That's it?" Matt stood up, astonished. "Hi Matt, love you Matt." Katie said as she turned her body half way on the stairs, insincerely and playfully. Benjamin laughed, as she turned around again and continued on. "What's up with her?" Matt stared at the empty staircase with incredulity. "She's 15, she's a girl. You'd know she's like this if you have also been living at home. Don't worry, it's a phase." Benjamin said. "She feels like trouble." "Nah she's pretty well behaved, does okay in school..." "To herself!" "She can take care of herself." "Isn't her boyfriend some good for nothing little boy?" Matt sat down again. Benjamin looked to the ceiling and tried to think of something to say. "Yea, that was always a puzzle to me. But, not a little boy, he's actually my age. Brother of one of her friends." "Creep." Matt growled. "Was definitely Katie who chose him than other way around. He might be good for nothing but not like he's a to be gangster. Inside I don't think he grown up since 13." Matt chuckled. "I just remember seeing him here so often. It's weird." "Our dad allows it, he's trying to be all welcoming. He talks to him almost like he's our brother!" Matt grinned towards Benjamin, "never going to be one of us." ------- Speaking of Charlie being at Benjamin's house too much, he came over just that night. Katie apparently spoke to Richard during the day, to let him know, but being her, didn't mention that to her brothers. The five of them sat together for dinner. Charlie didn't look very at ease, with two men staring at him as if he was a criminal, even if Richard made an extra effort being a welcoming host. As the food disappeared from the table, the eyelids started to close. Katie went first, in her typical brisk manner, waved good night and headed off to her room. Charlie looked almost worried, that he'd have one less friendly face around the table. His torment wasn't long, as Benjamin and Matt decided they can do better than to listen to Richard ask Charlie about his life and where he'd go from here, after high school. As Benjamin was leaving the table, he could see almost a relief in Charlie's eyes, as he looked on towards Richard in a comforted way. "If dad wasn't just being so supportive of Katie and her boyfriend, I would have thought he wanted to adopt Charlie." Benjamin whispered as he walked down the hallway with Matt. Matt grinned, and pulled Benjamin in for a hug. "Good night." He disappeared behind his door. ----- It felt oddly hot that evening, as Benjamin turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. What little chance he had to fall into dreamscape, when he was in that land between consciousness and sleep, some faint noise would awake him once more. He faced the ceiling, and eventually gave up, frustrated, opening his eyes. He sighed, and rose from bed. He then started towards the kitchen, to grab a glass of water. As Benjamin made his way down the hallway, rubbing his eyes, a glimmer of light caught his eye. It was well past midnight, but his parents' room's light was still on, the light peeking through a crack. Benjamin continued on, quietly stepping down the stairs, worried he might wake up Charlie, who must be sleeping on the couch. Richard was liberal, but even he wasn't going to let the boyfriend sleep in his 15-year-old daughter's room. It's his daughter after all. Benjamin poured himself a glass of water from the tap, as silently as he could. He took a few gulps of the cool water, and looked around in the room. Then, it caught his eye that Charlie wasn't there on the couch. His duvet still there, covering the three-seater, and a pillow sat at the end. He's probably upstairs in the shared bathroom, Benjamin thought. "Ahh-mmm..." Benjamin heard, what sounds like a faint muffled cry. He froze. What was that? He looked around, but in the darkness, illuminated just faintly by the street lights, he could see no one. He paused to listen, but a few more seconds passed, and he could hear nothing. Then, the light shifted, as a shadow was cast into the room. Benjamin turned around, almost dropping the glass. A stray cat starred at him through the window. "Oh you crazy..." Benjamin put his glass down, and headed back up the stairs. His feet was silent upon the carpet that lined the stairs and the hallway, careful not to make a noise. He made it just to the top of the stairs, when he heard the short, sharp, muffled cry again. "Mmm!..." Benjamin froze. The light in his parents' bedroom flickered. It was coming from there. Hugging against the wall, Benjamin stepped as lightly as he could, towards the cracked open door. He crouched down, and slowly put his head against the door. Squinting his eyes, he adjusted to the brightness. A figure of a man was kneeling on the bed, his back towards him. As Benjamin could see more and more, it was clear to him it was his father. He was naked. Benjamin's heart beat a little faster, unsure at what he's seeing. He could see his dad's lean, muscular buttocks flexing and relaxing. And then, Benjamin almost gasped out loud, he saw a smaller pair of feet, hugging his dad's from the outside. Charlie's skinny, hairless legs enveloped his dad's darker, thicker legs. His toes curled, tense. His dad gently rocked back and forth, in sync with Charlie's feet, which shifted just slightly as his dad pushed forward. "Practice time is over. Get that pillow under you, boy." Benjamin heard his dad hiss. He had never heard his dad talk like this before. There was an impatience in his voice. It wasn't the easy-going, understanding father Benjamin heard. It was a command. His dad lifted his legs and got off the bed. Benjamin instinctively pulled his head back a little, but doesn't think his dad saw him peeking. Oh God, what am I doing? Benjamin thought. His gut was tense, the tips of his fingers cold. But he couldn't pull away. His dad walked from the side to the foot of the bed. In the dim light, Benjamin saw his dad's proud erection, casting a shadow on the carpet beneath his feet. It was almost as he had remembered it exactly, from some 7 years ago. It was a little darker than he remembered, like the rest of his dad's body, tanned to a light bronze. The foreskin was already pulled back, the glans pink, pointing straight outwards from his dad's flat stomach. Front this angle, Benjamin couldn't quite make out how long it was, but it looked to be just a little thicker than his own. The balls hung loosely below, swinging as his dad took his steps. Charlie's slim body stretched sideways out on the bed, his belly held up by a plump pillow, arching his back up slightly. His head, covered with short locks of curly brown hair, was turned sideways, facing the headboard. Benjamin's dad made his way around to the other side of the bed, and grabbed the pale, thin legs firmly in his big hands. Violently, he pulled them, dragging Charlie towards him, sliding his body across the bed like the 18-year-old was made of paper. Charlie did not seem to resist, and pulled a second white pillow to his face. His dad slid his large tanned manhood on top of Charlie's bum crack once, drew back, and then pushed it down. "Mmm..." Charlie groaned softly into the pillow as Benjamin watched his dad's manhood disappeared into Charlie once more. His dad placed a hand on the boy's head, and yanked on his hair, pulling his thin pale body up. "You like that, hmm?" Benjamin heard his dad whisper quietly, the shadow of the two figures cast onto the far wall. The shadows moved in a chaos, as his dad pushed Charlie down with his left hand, pinning him at the middle of his back, and his right hand covering Charlie's mouth. His dad thrust into Charlie in one quick motion. He can see Charlie's body reverberate from the force, and Charlie's eyes squeezing as his dad's large manhood penetrated from behind. His dad thrust again, and then again, forcefully. He looked unlike anything Benjamin's ever seen, with a fiery rage to him. He starred down, angrily with his brows knit tight. He didn't seem to care that he might be hurting the fragile young man pinned beneath him. Charlie's feeble legs wrapped around his thighs, clinging on. Charlie's feet pointed back, placed at the side of his penetrator's buttocks, holding him close. "Fuck.. It hurts so-" Charlie croaked just as his dad's hands let loose, his voice sounded like he was holding back a tear, before the big hands pushed back onto his mouth again forcefully. "Shh!" His dad hissed, "You are going to let someone hear!" Charlie nodded silently, his head turning a little to look at the man who's thrusting into him. His left arm lifted, and then lowered just behind Benjamin's dad's head, pulling him closer. His dad bit Charlie's neck softly, then growled into his ears, his frustrated groan pushing out of his throat as he pumped into Charlie's petite behind, Benjamin's dad then moved to a faster rhythm. Charlie melted down onto the bed, his face plunged into the pillow. Benjamin could hear the muffled groans into the pillow, as well as the slapping of skin as his dad pushed furiously into Charlie. There he was, the 45-year old father of three, ravaging a skinny white boy that happens to be his daughter's boyfriend. His dad collapsed onto Charlie, just his left arm propping him up. "You like this, huh?" His dad hissed, "You like this big Asian dick up your ass, hmm?" He pumped just a little harder, Charlie's head nodding briskly, his face still buried in the pillow. "You like to be punished, huh? You sick little boy? Huh?" His dad's right hand yanked on Charlie's hair again, pulling the young man's face up from the pillow to face his. "You think of me when you fuck my daughter?" His dad hissed angrily, humping forcefully. Charlie's teary eyes looked into Benjamin's dad's, and nodded quickly again. The man shoved his mouth upon Charlie's, just for a brief moment, and then pushed him back into the pillow. His dad picked up the pace again, his length pushing in and out of Charlie furiously, as the feeble boy gripped the bedsheets with a tight fist. His dad breathed heavily, his chest heaving. His head tilted back, and then he held his breath. He slowly pulled out his throbbing thick manhood, with the tip just about drawing out, the bronze tanned skin contrasting with Charlie's paleness, before he slammed back into Charlie again. His right hand grabbing Charlie's shoulders, his torso leaned back, his legs tense. A vein near his dad's eyes was bulging, and the mouth shut tightly, stifling an energy begging to be released. Out, and slam. The force reverberated through Charlie's body. Out, and slam. His dad gasped for air, breathing heavily, still pumping into Charlie rhythmically, his legs buckling at the knees, spent. He pushed slowly back into Charlie a few more times, as Charlie lay there softly, his head turned to the headboard again. Then, his dad lifted the boy with his hands, turning him and sat him down facing the still hard cock. He lifted the boy's chin, and look down at him for a moment. Charlie looked up, meeting his eyes. Richard cracked a grin. "Get your clothes. Get out." Benjamin moved back from the door, and quietly stood up. Like walking on eggshells, he quickly tiptoed away from the door. Silently, he twisted into his room, closing the door without a sound. He stood there a moment, finally daring to breath, trembling from what he'd just seen, unsure of what he feels. He looked down, and saw his tented briefs, wet where the tip pushed at the fabric to be free. ----- To be continued. Like this story? Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. Just a little would do! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Contact at parabolic.spectrum@gmail.com