Date: Sun, 16 Nov 2008 10:34:08 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: OLuFsEN & SONs 04 The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. % OLuFsEN & SONs 04 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "I... am.. so.. pooped!" But the boys weren't. Jase a little saddened by the day's events, a little bent out of shape. Entering their dad's room they lay down on their tummies, flanking their dad's bod as he lay on his back. Zack props his head up, parking his chin on his palms. "Hey dad?" "What son?" he asks with his eyes closed. "Hey dad you listening?" he rubs his dad's tummy hard, shaking it like a bowl of jello, only less dramatic since Erik's genes produced a less beefy appearance when shirtless. "I'm listening!" Erik says, popping his eyes wide open. "Today Jase and I heard some guy call you a hero. Are you a hero?" Ego trips weren't Erik's thing so he put it, "Somebody needed help and I just happened to be there to give him some assistance." Turning his head, he asks, "You're awfully quiet there, Jase. Jason? Son?" He shook Jase, a harsh rub to his back. Picking his face out of the mattress he had misty eyes. "What's the matter son?" he asked, turning on his side to face the ten year old. Zack couldn't see over his dad so propped himself up and leaned two arms along his dad's side much like leaning on a counter ledge. "Jason?" he inquired again this time rubbing over his son's arm. "He's sad because he's the one who knocked the plate over." "Oh really?" he turned his head towards Zack. "Yup. But then it hit another one and broke it. It woulda cut us up but Joaquin caught it instead." Before Erik intervened, Jase says, "And it's all my fault Joaquin was bleeding." "Excuse me," he said to Zack, inching himself towards Jase as the kid burst out in tears. "Joaquin is gonna hate me," he claimed between sniffing and crying. "Joaquin is `not' going to hate you." "Yes he is because it's my fault the plate fell and cracked and cut him up." Cuddling Jase in his arms Zack proved sympathetic, touching his brother's arm. "Accidents happen Jason. And that's why they call it an accident because you didn't mean to do it. So you shouldn't get all sad and feel guilty." Jase wiped the snot on his sleeve. "I'll get a tissue!" Zack says, jumping off the bed. "Here!" he says to Jase, handing him half the box he pulled out. If under different circumstances, Erik might have suggested one at a time, but he lay there watching Jase use about ten tissues to dry his eyes and nose all in one sweep. "Need more?" Zack volunteers. "No," Erik answers for him. "I think we have enough thank you." "Okay. So.. did I make you feel better, Jase?" Erik couldn't help but feel something as Zack repositioned himself once more, kneeling at his dad's back, peering over his side as if looking down into a pool of water. "Yup," Jase replied, sounding reluctant to say so. It was good enough for Zack. "Hey dad can we make some ice cream now?" "What about it, son?" Erik said, affectionately slapping Jase on the thigh. "Okay." Erik escorted Jase downstairs as Zack sped ahead of them. When they got to the landing in walked Nick. "Ni-i-i-i-ick!" Zack heralded him, hugging him around the waist. "Hi guys," Nick responded a bit more upbeat than when he left. "Guess what happened today?" he asked, looking up at Nick. "What?" "We broke some stuff up at Stilkins'n'Winoma, Joaquin started bleeding and dad is a hero!" "What's this?" Nick replied with a concerned look. "Erik?" Seeing Jase's bummer attitude he asks, "You okay sport?" He shook his hand over Jase's head, mussing his hair. Spokesman for the trio, Erik replied, "I think everybodys okay. We've just had a humdinger of a day and..." "Oh I forgot. Here." Nick handed a grocery bag to Zack. "Cool, Jase! Nick got us some Spiderman ice cream." "Lemme see," Jase said, peering down into the bag. Of course the outside carton had the Spidee graphics but inside it was plain ole vanilla, chocolate and strawberry. Getting spoons out, Zack peeled the top off. "Um boys? You want to eat that civilly?" Erik requests. He also wanted to kiss Nick, getting him off the hook with making up some messy ice cream, not having a clue to how the maker worked, to boot! Both stopped with their spoons in their mouth, tasting the creamy top. Nick cracked a smile then went for the bowls. "Sit!" he said to the boys as if talking to `Fido'. They sat as Nick dished out two big heaps each. "I want vanilla and strawberry!" Zack yelled out. "Chocolate and strawberry for me!" Jase followed up his order. The ice cream seemed to sweeten the boys' disposition, but Erik was reluctant to bring up the subject of their trying day for fear Jase would fall back into a depressive mood. "Tell you about it later Nick." Walking to the counter Nick asks, "Um this wasn't here before was it or am I going senile?" Zack jumps out of his seat and looks up to Nick's face. "This here is our new ice cream maker." He then turns to his dad. "Hey dad can we give Nick his presents now?" "Presents?" he asks not Zack, but Erik. "So much for a surprise. C'mon," he says to the boys. Zack eagerly follows but Jase hesitates. "C'mon Jase. Your brother and I can't carry everything," even though Erik and Zack could. Hearing them approach, Nick yells out, "Should I close my eyes?" Appearing, Zack answers, "Close your eyes? Then how are you going to see your presents, Nick?" Erik giggled as Nick smiled, saying, "Well then I better keep them open!" Carrying one box between the two, Jase and Zack set it on the table, Nick having to give it a lift from the bottom to help. "Whew!" Zack said, wiping his brow. Jase said nothing which still showed his sensitivity towards the incident today. "Need help opening it Nick?" Zack volunteered. "Sure do!" "C'mon Jase. Help!" Lethargically Jase peeled off one side. Zack did the rest. "Well? You like it?" "Red?" Nick said. "That's my favorite color!" "Really? And do you got one?" Zack asks. "Nope." Zack monopolized the conversation. Erik moved behind Jase and placed his hands on Jase's shoulders. "You okay son?" "Fine," Jase replied. However Nick as well as Erik could see he wasn't. "You can make a lot of stuff for us with this Nick?" "Really?" he says glancing to Jase. "Yup. Hey! You want to make a cake or something now?" "I don't thin....." Zack then cuts him off, "Hey Jase! Let's get our Spiderman-you-know-what presents for Nick." Taking both out of the bag, Zack hands Jase one of the two decorating kits. "Like it?" he asks Nick. "Awesome!" he sparks more of Zack's highwired emotions. "Can we make it up now?" Being it 7:30 at night, Nick strongly suggests, "Why don't I make a cake sometime and surprise you and Jase?" "Cool! Hear that Jase? Nick is gonna surprise us!" Jase wasn't much with any of this upbeat attitude. He put his head down onto his arms and sniffed. Zack walks over and rubs his brother's shoulder saying, "Joaquin is still gonna like you Jase." "Who's Joaquin?" Erik slid his index finger under his chin ear to ear, sending a clear signal to Nick. Getting it, not to bring up the subject, Nick asks, "So have you guys eaten yet?" "Yup," Zack replied, returning to hyperdrive. "This policeman bought Jase and I hotdogs and then..." "Policeman?" Nick asked with concern. "Yup. Y'see," Zack started to bring up old ghosts, "Jase accidentally got this guy Joaquin cut on the arm and dad helped make it get better. Then Meatree helped dad save Joaquin's life. Then people started calling dad a hero!" Nick wasn't fitting the pieces together. "I think it's PJ time," Erik said. "Then can we watch Tv?" Zack asked, meaning a Spiderman cartoon DVD. "PJ's first." But Jase didn't budge. Up and down the stairs in a flash, Zack was decked out in his Spiderman pajamas. Like a computer genius the nine year old set up the Tv, installed the DVD, adjusted the sound and flopped down on the sofa next to Nick. "Ever see this one Nick?" Zack asked. For the first five minutes Zack was wide awake and alert. When the sixth minute arrived he keeled over, the side of his head barely missing Nick's nuts. Erik used the control to cut the picture and sound off. "This one's out too." Both carried the boys upstairs, depositing them in their beds without a peep. Out in the hallway Nick yawned, stretching his arms out with his hands behind his head, arching his bod as he jutted his stomach outwards. Erik smiled at the tee shirt one nip more visible poking at the inside of the shirt, result of Nick's one-ringed pec. "Suddenly I don't have an appetite. I think I'll turn in." Walking towards the other side of the `L-shaped' hallway, Nick targeted the room he slept in last night. Erik wasn't sleepy even though earlier he almost fell asleep on the bed with the boys. "Goodnight Erik," Nick said, with another big yawn. "'Night Nick," Erik replied. Closing the door to his room he just remembered Nick complaining this morning he was so sweated up his bedroom reeked. He left the window open this morning but Erik then thought of the sweaty sheets. Walking the hallway he opened the linen closet, picking out a set and some fresh towels. He knocked on Nick's door. Opening it he got quite a shock, Nick standing there with only a towel around his waist. "What's your problem, Erik? Last night you saw me with less on than now?" "You look different when you're dried out." "Thank you Erik," Nick said as he grabbed the linens out of Erik's hands, shutting his door. He flopped down on the padded armchair, tossing the sheets on the bed. Tired as he was Nick was more prone to relaxing which clouded his mind. He began to fantasize, his hand slipping into the fold of the towel. "If you need anything at all just ask," came the shout through the door, evidence to Nick, Erik had been lingering. Erik slowly stripped down and climbed into bed. He picked up the latest issue of Time and fingered through it. Slowly it tented his pecs as his eyes closed. His dreaming brought on a hard one but Nick's droopy eyelids made his hand die in his lap. He woke abruptly. Looking at the clock it read an hour later than when Erik gave him the sheets. He got up and went to the shower. Bending over, the towel lost its grip around his waist. He caught it before it hit the floor. Showering seemed to take a long time as he ran his hands over his bod, then added soap and another hand massage, then the rinse off. He did a quick dry off but the towel was too wet to wrap around his waist. He stuffed it in the towel bar. He didn't feel like re-sheeting his bed so just crashed, faced down. Five minutes later his hand was under himself, strumming up his cock. Turning over, his 10.5c stood up straight and tall. Half alert it ran through his head, `If you need anything at all just ask.' He silently repeated it as an evil grin crossed his face. He jumped out of bed with renewed strength. Opening his door he hesitated but then his churning balls heralded him on. Standing at Erik's door he hesitated again but his lower anatomy was demanding something more than a hand job. Opening the door a crack, Nick stuck his head in, seeing Erik fast asleep. The low-watt lamp dimly lit the room, the Time magazine rising and falling with an in and out rhythm, perched on Erik's chest. He took extra care not to rattle the door when he closed it. With baby steps he tip-toed across the room. Carefully he placed a knee at Erik's right thigh, swinging his right leg over Erik's bod, depositing it at his left thigh. When he realized Erik didn't change the pace of his breathing nor awoke he placed both hands on the bed, lifted his ass and moved higher. He didn't sit this time but rather stayed `standing' on his knees. If he had sat it would mean a painful insertion. Yet he mentally giggled at his thought because Erik wasn't hard, his cock reclining as well. Still with Erik in the same sleep mode Nick walked on knees and hands towards the top of the bed. He froze when he felt the tip of his cock drag up Erik's pubes to his navel. He stared at Erik. He made a silent `whew'. Handicapped, he again made his way higher as his left hand kept his cock from dragging. Not to agile, he lost his balance. "Whoaaaaaa!" he said out loud, followed by an "Umphffff!" "Huh?" is all Erik said when he awoke to find the Time magazine sandwiched in between his chest and Nick's chin, inches apart. Nick makes excuse, slurring his words because his head was at an angle between Erik's pecs, "I like couldn't sleep." Changing from serious to smiling, Erik replies, "Hmm... never been fucked in the navel before!" "Oh, so somebody `did' do you?" "Nada," Erik replied cooly. Slipping off Erik like a banana peel Nick took the liberty of tossing the Time magazine on the night table, replacing it with his hand. "Any chance of anybody getting anywhere near it?" Erik responds, "Not unless it's their tongue!" "Sorry. I don't make house calls," Nick said. "Well maybe we can make it up as we go along," Erik tried remedying the situation of the two tops, at the apparent stalemate. Nick was about to say something, but his hand wound up at Erik's back as Erik took the liberty of turning on his left side and shutting Nick up with his lips. It took but a second for them both realize they had the `thirst-for-wanting-each-other' look. They started making up for lost time, first Erik bowling Nick over, then Nick's hairy bod atop Erik's smooth one. It didn't take long before either were rock hard. Each invading the other's privates, Nick wrapped his hand around Erik's cock, Erik around Nick's. Between the kissing, hands on cock experience and the free hand wandering over skin it stirred up sounds in their throats of humming, moaning and groaning. There seemed to be an equal balance, Erik licking and sucking Nick's hairy chest, licking down the trail and then back up. That was a signal for Nick to do the same. Yet, with a smooth chest Nick found delight in tonguing Erik's nips over and over, switching from left to right. "Heeey! Take it easy, huh?" "Oh. Sorry. I got carried away," Nick responded to getting savage on Erik's nips, picking up his head and looking. But it didn't stop him from resuming his licking, sucking and teething the tasty pec morsels. Erik could have complained again when Nick's teething got a little too intensified but with one of Nick's hands still stroking him up he couldn't make up his mind whether is was actually pain or pleasure cranking up his emotions. "Your turn!" Nick said, flipping over on his back. So Erik complied. Except when he got up to straddle Nick's thighs, Nick kicked his own legs apart like scissors. Lost in the testosterone moment, Erik didn't realize the division. First they kissed a little til Erik developed a hunger for hair. After a few swipes of his tongue over Nick's chest he looked up into his eyes and said, "Y'know, I used to think I'd only like smooth guys, but for whatever reason I love the feel of your hair on my tongue?" "That's nice. Get back to work!" Erik smiled and got back to work working over Nick's nips then sliding his tongue to the middle of Nick's pecs. It seemed hairier there but only made him hornier to taste more. A minute later, Nick placed his hand on Erik's head saying, "Lower, please." Watching, his eyeballs at the top of their sockets, Erik watched Nick's reaction when he slid his tongue down the trail embeded in the rest of Nick's stomach fur. It made his whole bod shiver to see Nick close his eyes, plus the sound of his groans empowering him to lap up the follicles with new veracity. Nick arched his back as Erik intently painted a trail of saliva down to his navel. He never did it before, but after swirling his tongue around the hairy navel, darted his tongue in. As if getting stabbed by a knife, Nick lifted his shoulders off the bed and let out a more intent groan. A big teaser, Erik did it again, receiving the same, "Oooh," as Nick tried sitting up, but flopping down instead. "Lower," Nick encouraged, his hand on Erik's mane. Suddenly Erik lost some of his excitement when the taste on his tongue changed from smooth hair to wiry. He stopped the tongue action when Nick's 10.5c stabbed him under the chin. "Don't stop Erik. You're doing such a hot job." "You little weasel." "What?" Nick innocently asked as if Zack trying to weasel a toy out of his father at the mall. "This!" Erik replied, grabbing Nick's shaft in his hand, harnessing its energy. "I just bet if I had slipped my tongue further down you would let me run my tongue around it. Admit it!" "Oh really Erik? I was under the impression you were giving in." `Giving in, my foot!' Erik thought to himself. He wasn't stoopid. Then Nick replied to Erik's statement and the look on his face, "I guess this was all wrong. If you'll get up I'll go back to my room and we can forget about this ever happening." Whether Nick was tricking him again or not, Erik didn't want this to end. "Erik?" Nick said, a hint for him to get up as Nick raised his bod up using his palms pressing into the bed. "Want to let me up?" "No." "C'mon Erik. Quit fooling around. It's not going to work out. You're a top and I'm a top and this is going nowhere." Staring intently into Nick's eyes, Erik broke every rule he set for himself and for the first time, well second, stuck his tongue out and tasted cock. "Nick? What the fuck you doing?" Nick replied with not moaning but saying it like he wanted Erik to stop. "Licking your popsicle. What'dya think?" "But you don't suck cock." "Um, I have a little confession to make. This is my second." "But I was under the impression you never...." Erik jumped the gun, "When we were young teens. Gef and I. We did some experimenting. You know how teens can be. We wound up in bed sucking each other." "But Gef never told me...." "Good. He wasn't supposed to tell anyone. We made a pact, crossing out hearts we wouldn't tell anyone else." "But you just told me." "Yeah I did, didn't I?" "But it's not going to work out Erik." But Erik didn't want to free Nick up from the bed. In a quandary he once more gazed over Nick's bod, from the black beard, stubble filled in, down the hairy chest which started at Nick's neckline and almost covered his whole front, more of a concentration of fur dividing his stomach in half, over his navel and then to his pubes. Right now he was staring down at NIck's tall shaft. "Erik you don't have to do this." Having reservations, Erik thought on it then replied, "I suppose your right Nick. I don't think I could go through the rest of my life without doing a guy." At Nick's request the two lay together, kissing and licking. Finally, in each other's arms they drifted off. Next morning, Zack lazily walked into his dad's room to awaken him. His eyes bugged out. He ran back to the room he shared with his brother to alert Jase to what he found. Walking around the bed they got the bird's eye view of their dad in front of Nick, bods molded together, Nick's arm over their dad, Nick's soft hold on their dad's cock, both fast asleep. Their giggling got the best of them and so the volume got cranked up a bit. "What are you two hooligans doing spying on us?" Nick said, pulling the pillow out from under his head and throwing it at the boys. "Watching you hold dad's weenie!" Zack was bold to point out. Jase seemed to have snapped out of his dejected mood and agreed, a smile as broad as his brother's. Erik half awake, was not fully awake. He pretty much voiced the same opinion only he was more serious on the subject. The boys kind of had the feeling they were going to get a talking to after their dad broke the hold Nick had on him, jumped out of bed with the sheet covering his privates and shooed them out of the room. "And no Tv!" He was going to add `stay in your room', but an instant recollection popped into his head regarding the ordeal they had gone through many a time when he was at work. However their dad didn't say `no breakfast'. As it usually went, Jase would boost Zack up on the counter top, handing down the cereal and bowls. Hopping down Zack would go for the spoons while Jase completed the assemblage with milk. "Do you think dad was really mad at us?" Zack says before spooning some Trader Joe's O's into his mouth. Day before they had finished up the Spiderman cereal and this was the closest to the `Cheerio' cereal inside the box. "He sure looked it. Why don't you think so?" "Because Nick wasn't." More important, Jase had other thoughts, "Wouldn't it be cool if dad and Nick stayed together?" It sure did change subjects quick, Zack responding, "Yup! And Nick could be around here all the time!" Little did either boys know of their dad's intention of asking Nick to stay on permanently as their chef and handling some of the other responsibilities. "Yeah and make us Spiderman cakes in his red mixer all the time!" "And keep us all stocked up with ice cream. Think of it, Jase. If we ran out of ice cream we wouldn't!" Jase squinted his eyes not sure he got what his brother said. It didn't matter anyway as they heard footsteps on the stairs, pounding the wooden slats. "Uh-oh," Jase says. "Here it comes!" But Zack could be a regular wiseguy, not in the horsing around sense, but having the smarts to psychologically engineer a person away from one subject and into another. "Hey Nick! Are you going to make Jase and me that surprise cake today?" Jase wasn't any dumb bunny either as he helped keep the conversation centered away from what they saw upstairs. "Do you really like your red mixer, Nick?" "I love the mixer," Nick replied as he prepared the coffee machine. "The surprise I'm thinking of," he meant the Spiderman cake, but didn't hint anymore, "is going to take more time than I have today." "How about ice cream?" Zack asks, intently ignoring his dad as he sits at the table with Jase and himself at the opposite ends, attention solely on Nick. The boys knew they weren't in the clear as their dad coughed, "Uh-hmm," and proceeded, "Put away your thoughts about food at the moment. We need to talk." Nick said nothing, going about his volunteered duties of preparing eggs and bacon for himself and Erik. He did turn to focus on the trio as Erik pointed out no-no's to the pair. Trying to get points across, Erik calmly instructed the boys on the subject of privacy, using anything from the pool party shenanigans to what the boys found this morning. Zack suggests, "How about getting a lock on your door, dad?" "How about you boys knock?" Erik responded. He went on to talk about responsibility and thinking things out before responding, of how `locks' aren't the answer to controlling themselves. "Sound okay?" "Um sure dad," Jase replied, accepting of everything his dad lay out before them. "What happens if we slip and say something?" Zack asks. It was enough of a threat, Nick filling in the blanks for Erik when he couldn't come up with an alternative, "What happens? I'll tell ya what happens. I'll pack that pretty red mixer back up in the box and along with the ice cream maker, take it back!" "You can't do that Nick!" Zack fell for it. A bit on the wise side Jase says in a whisper, "He isn't taking the Spiderman kits back." Picking up the two slender boxes with the `red-headed' crusader on the cover, Nick placed them on the lid of the ice cream machine. "No Nick!" Jase exclaims. "We won't say anything," Zack seconded it. Erik smiled at Nick, giving him a wink, proud he had it all in the bag with the manner of threats to the boys. After the boys finished they were ready to hightail it out of there when Nick says, "Hey, what about the dishes?" As the boys cleared Nick mumbled, "What do you think I am? Your maid around here?" "Um, wash and dress first before Tv boys?" Erik said as they headed for the front room but made a u-turn, Jase colliding with Zack. "Oooooh-kay dad!" the two returned. Slouching in his chair at the table Erik wove his fingers together and placed them on his stomach. "Some lucky kids are going to be glad they have a dad like you someday." In retribute Nick replies, "Zack and Jase are very fortunate as I see it." Sucking his teeth three short times Erik says, "Too bad it didn't work out between us." Then rather than hash over what would never be, he asks, "By the way have you thought over my proposition regarding staying on?" First dealing out the loaded coffee cups, Nick placed plates of breakfast before Erik and then himself. Parking his butt on the chair he theorizes, "Don't you feel it would too much of a temptation?" "Well I...." "Especially if you find some other hunk to shack up with?" "Make you jealous?" "Of course it would," Nick confesses, then jokes, "but I'd get over it!" "Well then think of it from Jase's and Zack's point of view..." Both silently listened as from the unseen at the top of the stairs, "Nick you can't leave us!" "Boys are you washed and dressed yet?" Erik scolded. "Not yet!" Jase rendered. "No Batman cake then!" "Spiderman, dad!" they corrected him. "Oh yeah," he replied more to Nick shaking his head than the boys. Hearing little pitter-patter of footsteps they carried on their conversation, Nick uttering, "Tell you the truth I'd miss them too." "Oh? And what about me?" "I'd miss all three of my little boys!" "So you're staying?" Nick says, "Would be a lot cheaper than staying at the dorm." "Great. Then how about we seal the deal with a smooch?" "I was hoping for something more," Nick said. Visibly Erik could tell Nick was rubbing something with his hand under the table! % Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.