Date: Sun, 27 May 2018 07:46:03 +0000 (UTC) From: D James Subject: Douche or the Beast Part III Douche or the Beast Part III This is a work of fiction. The actions and thoughts of the characters do not reflect my own. Please help support nifty with a donation to help keep this site going. Also, thanks to those that have emailed me with your thoughts and support. It is very much appreciated. I love hearing from you. Wednesday September 5th 5:26 pm "Ugh!" Lance grunted out as he was slammed into the mat again. "Excellent Howie! Lance, focus," The instructor said from somewhere to Lance's right. "Yes, Master Julian," Lance answered back. Lance was at his Wednesday night ju-jitsu class. This was the sixth or seventh time an opponent had sent him to the ground tonight. He was never thrown to the mat that many times in a row. Ever. Tonight, however, he was fairly distracted. When he had given Brad his cell number, he had received that initial text from Brad. Lance responded that he had the number and was saving the info. After that, Lance discovered that Brad was rather flirtatious and blunt. Lance truly thought they would hook-up a few times and that would be that. Brad was clear in his messages that he was attracted to the younger man and he wanted to act upon that attraction, but he seemed genuinely interested in Lance's life. He was interested in what the teen's hobbies were and what interested him. They had made plans to hang out tomorrow after his judo practice. They had also briefly discussed Dalton. Lance decided it would be best to keep quiet that the two of them were talking. He wasn't sure how Dalton would take his friend wanting to hang out with Lance Dalton could be rather unpredictable. Brad proceeded to tell him that they weren't really friends. They just worked together and on occasion would hang out when the other guys did. Brad actually didn't really care for Dalton. Speaking of Dalton that was the reason he was distracted. Dalton hadn't made a pass at him since they slept together that Friday night. Dalton actually hadn't even insulted him or threated him. If anything he was being...nice. This was weird for his older step-brother. Normally the older went right back to being an ass until he wanted to have sex again. It was a good thing that they hadn't had a repeat encounter. The morning after their encounter, Lance went to his Saturday morning track practice after he had made breakfast for the guys. At practice, he was so sore. He was training on the field which his body protested the entire time. His team clearly saw the dark hickey that Dalton had left and teased him with lewd comments. Later that Saturday, he had seen Carol and Cooper. Lance thought about blowing them off for a few days until the hickey healed some, but they had gone to the track field and met him there. Both his friends had grilled him regarding the contusion. They thought for sure that he had gone to Ryan's for a booty call. Boy, did they have it wrong. The pair had broken up a few months ago and were not on speaking terms. Ryan wanted to add a third or fourth party member to the bedroom. Lance was unsure of the idea and wanted time to think it over. Turns out Ryan went ahead and had a threesome anyways. Lance, however, was not one of the three. Pissed off at the discovery, Lance cut him completely from his life. The teen realized he was being a hypocrite. Here he was having sex with his step-brother the entire time they dated but when Ryan does it once, Lance calls things off. Lance wanted to explain where the mark had originated from to his friends, but he wasn't ready for that conversation yet. He was concerned that his friends would think less of him for sleeping with his step-brother. The three of them had a conversation once about step-siblings being intimate. Lance had nonchalantly brought the topic up through a game of `would you rather?' Lance had asked if they would rather have sex with an enemy or a step-sibling. Both of his friends had agreed that an enemy would be preferential. Sleeping with a step-sibling was, in their eyes, no different than sleeping with a blood relative. He feared that to them, Lance would be considered incestuous. For the time being, the teen was more than happy to let them think he called Ryan in a desperate moment. Naturally he tried to hide the marks from his parents and younger brother as well. He had no luck though. His mom had lectured him on being safe and respecting himself. His dad advised him to find another guy to get laid with since crawling to an ex was a low move. Just like with his friends, Lance was more than happy to let them think he had hooked up with Ryan. He couldn't imagine where to start explaining Dalton. Lance seriously needed to put an end to things with Dalton. He had to. Lance, a purple belt in ju-jitsu, could easily fight off Dalton's advances. Dalton may have police academy training, but Lance had been practicing the art since he was five. Not to mention in recent years, he also had been taking judo classes. Despite these facts, Lance would struggle against his older brother's advances, but caved in every time. He let Dalton use him in sordid manners. Lance couldn't figure out why. He loved his brother, but he wasn't in love with him. In the past, there were a few guys that tried to treat him the same way Dalton had. Lance dropped them in an instant. He refused to let them defile him and treat him with disrespect. Lance literally had to fight off a guy that could not take no for an answer. So why couldn't he do the same with Dalton? He was more than capable of knocking that douche on his ass. "Agh!" Lance cried again when he was slammed into the mat yet again. "Miller, what is up with you today, dude?" Howie, his sparring partner, asked looking over him as he lay on the ground. "Life," Lance replied simply with a sigh. He sluggishly returned to his standing position. "Great work tonight ladies and gentlemen. I'll see you next week." Master Julian announced. The students made to collect their belongings to leave. Some of them were moving more stiffly than others, Lance being one of them. "Lance, may I have a moment, please?" The instructor asked. "Of course, Master," Lance replied. He turned to face the older man. "Are you alright? Usually you don't let yourself get tossed around like that." "Yeah, I have just been really distracted this past week." Lance offered. "Anything I should be concerned with?" The instructor asked. "No, I will have it sorted. Sorry for not being able to focus." "We all have days," Julian smiled. The man was a bear of a man. He was scruffy and burly. He had dirty blonde hair and playful blue eyes. He was in his late thirties or perhaps early forties. He bore no wedding ring on his hand, but Lance was sure that he had plenty of women that wanted to keep him company. He had smile wrinkles around his lips and eyes. Master Julian had been his instructor for years. Lance greatly respected the man. He actually used to have the biggest crush on him when he was younger. But over the years that crush grew to admiration. "Thank you for the concern." "Of course, if you need to talk, I am here to listen. I'll see you next week." "By Master," Lance smiled and turned to leave. As Lance drove home, his thoughts drifted again to his older brother. He wasn't sure how to end things with Dalton. Lance chuckled to himself. He felt like he was breaking up with Dalton except for they were definitely not dating. All the same, that is what it felt like. Dalton wasn't used to being denied. Lance would have to be prepared for the verbal onslaught that would follow. And so help him God, if that ass attempted to slap or hit him, he would toss his ass to the ground. He refused to put up with that physical abuse bullshit. "Hi, honey," Lance's mom asked as he walked in through the door. "How was your day?" "Fine, thanks," Lance smiled. He walked over to her and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She returned the peck and patted her son's cheek. "Go wash up, Lance. Dinner will be ready shortly." "Yes, mama," Lance replied. "How did I get such a good boy?" She asked with a smile. "You must have had some good karma coming your way," Lance answered returning the smile. "Go on," Lacy motioned her head towards the stairs. Lance went to his room and dropped off his back pack. He gathered fresh clothing. Lance figured it would be a good idea to shower and change out of his clothes he'd been in all day. Before he went to the bathroom, he stared at Dalton's bedroom door. It was cracked open and his light was on. He could hear music coming from his room. Dalton was home. "Might as well get this over with," Lance sighed. He dropped his clothing off in the bathroom before returning to Dalton's door. He knocked on the door, but did not wait for Dalton to answer. He walked in and saw his step-brother lying down in bed reading some sort of book. Odd. Lance thought. He didn't know the brute was literate. Dalton glanced at the teen briefly before returning to his book. "The fuck you want?" Lance closed the door behind him to provide privacy. "I'm done." Lance said firmly. Dalton didn't react. Instead, he turned the page in his book. Lance wasn't sure Dalton heard him. "I said I'm done, Dalton." "Oh yeah?" He questioned. The man's gaze was still on the pages of the book. "I will not let you to continue to treat me the way you do. We're done." Lance said firmly. Dalton set his book to the side and rose from his bed. He was walking calmly over to Lance. No anger on his face was apparent. Lance had his guard up and was ready fend him off, but Dalton's movements didn't seem threating. Dalton placed his hands on the door, either side of Lance causally. Lance backed up as far as he could, but when his back was pressed against the door, he knew he ran out of space. Dalton brought his body close to Lance's and smiled. He leaned in and gave him a slow kiss. Lance's mind screamed at him to push him away. Dalton wasn't aggressive or demanding. The kiss was gentle and almost...loving. Lance tried to pull back, but was unable to go anywhere because of the door. Against his wishes, his throat let out a moan. Dalton pulled back slightly to give Lance's lips a quick swipe with his tongue. He pulled back further to look into Lance's eyes. "My baby boy needs a little TLC, huh?" Dalton asked. "He is starting to feel unappreciated for his services?" "My services? I'm not a hooker." Lance protested. "Debatable." Dalton shrugged. "That is what I am talking about, Dalton. That is not okay!" Lance breathed out exasperated. Dalton stared into his eyes, studying the teen. He smiled again and brought his hand to Lance's back. He slipped it under Lance's shirt and felt the bare skin. Dalton's hand felt hot on his flesh. "That seriously upsets you? When I call you a slut and shit?" Dalton questioned, raising an eyebrow. "You're seriously asking? Seriously!? Of course it does! No person in their right mind would want to be called such degrading names or like being hit." Dalton leaned in for another slow kiss. This time Lance didn't try to back away. He let himself be kissed. He could feel his step-brother smile as Lance returned the kiss. When he pulled back again, Lance felt flushed. "Okay. I hear you. Now get the fuck out." Dalton sneered, grabbing his arm to move him away from the door. He opened the door and shoved Lance out and closed the door immediately behind him. Lance stood there dumbfounded for a moment. "What the fuck, Lance you idiot!" Lance muttered to himself. "Dinner is ready!" Lance's mom yelled from down stairs. The family gathered around the table and ate. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred. Eventually Dalton excused himself once he finished. Mickey left to go play video games before he had to be in bed. His parent's helped clear the table before retiring for the night. It was Lance's turn this week to wash the dishes so stayed to finish them. As Lance filled the sink with hot, soapy water and began to clean the dishes, he let his thoughts wander again. Dalton was being strange. Just last week he was saying that the teen was a whore and not worth respect. Now he suddenly was going to provide tender loving care? Not likely. What was he playing at? It had to be some sort of trick to have Lance lower his guard. The teen was startled when a pair of arms wrapped around him. "Shh, baby boy. It's just me." Dalton whispered. He pressed his chest against the teens back. "Someone could walk in!" Lance hissed. "Mickey is engrossed in his game. Your mom and my dad will be sleep within an hour. We're fine," The older explained calmly. Dalton kissed the back of his neck and ground his groin into Lance's rear. The older brother was wearing mesh shorts, making the feel of his erection clear. Lance felt himself start to swell. His cotton pajama bottoms were becoming tighter. Dalton pulled his younger step-brother's shirt up and ran a hand over his smooth abs. Lightly but firmly gripping the muscle. I need to tell him to stop. Lance's brain pleaded. When the teen went to verbalize his thoughts, all that escaped was a moan. "Mmm. My baby boy responds better when I play nice, huh. None of that `quit it' shit. I might have to play nicer from now on." Dalton said quietly. He lowered his head to kiss the nape of Lance's neck. He lightly nipped at the flesh. Kissing and swiping his tongue along the skin a few times. Lance couldn't help but let out another moan. He brought his soapy hands up to grasp Dalton's arm. Not to force them away, but to hold onto him. Dalton brought up his spare arm, phone in hand. He quickly brought it to life and had the camera going. He held it up so the boys could see themselves on the phone screen . "Here we are, just doing dishes." Dalton said to the camera. He gave Lance's cheek a playful kiss. "I was doing the dishes actually." Lance corrected. "Hmm," Was Dalton's response. Lance moved his head slightly to look at Dalton and the older man took the opportunity to steal a kiss. Lance brought up one hand to rub the side of Dalton's face as he enjoyed their lip-lock. Dalton used his free hand to tug down his mesh shorts enough to free his leaking dick. Lance used one hand of his own to pull his pajama bottoms over his ass. "Fuck yes, baby boy. Show me your ass!" Dalton encouraged. The older continued to kiss and suck on Lance's neck. He had two lube packets with him. How they materialized out of nowhere, Lance was not sure. He placed one in Lance's hand. "Get your pretty face ready." He whispered and used his own lube packet to prepare himself. Lance tore it open and applied it on his fingers. He brought the hand back and started fingering himself to lube up his hole. "Yeah, finger yourself. You want my cock, right little man? You want me to fuck your cunt?" The older man asked. "Please." Lance breathed out. "Please what?" "Please fuck my hole." Lance replied. "Fucking A I will." Dalton growled. He shooed Lance's hand away and started to finger the younger man's hole himself. "Tight little cunt is going to get bred." Dalton whispered roughly and started to finger Lance with urgency. "Ugh, Dalton!" Lance whined with need. The older man removed his finger and replaced it with his dick. He lined up the swollen head with his target. With one firm push, he went right in. "Fuck yes. This ass was made for my cock." Dalton moaned when he planted himself all the way in. Lance could only let out a moan of his own. "Ready?" Dalton asked. "Fuck me." Lance replied. Dalton turned off the camera and placed it on the counter. He used one hand to grip the edge of the sink and the other to grip the teen's hip. "Come on, baby boy." With that, the cop withdrew his dick so that only the head remained. He then pressed back in Lance. "Ugh." Lance moaned out. Dalton moved his lips to Lance's ear. "Shh. You don't want to alert little Mickey, do you?" Dalton continued his thrusting into Lance. Lance did his best to keep his voice down, but he found it increasingly difficult the faster Dalton got. His older step-brother brought up his hand to move Lance's face to his. He moved in to kiss him again. Dalton was pulling his hips back, removing most of his dick only to shove forward as hard as he could. He kept doing this over and over again. This was causing his cock to bash into Lance's prostate hard. Over and over and over. The teen began to whimper from the sensation of Dalton's cock head pummeling his prostate. Dalton pulled back and whispered, "You close?" Lance could only nod vigorously as Dalton continued the rough penetration. "Come on baby boy. Show me how much you love my cock!" Dalton demanded. "Dal!" Lance cried out a little too loud. Dalton quickly clasped his hand over the teen's mouth to silence him. Lance whimpered into the hand as he came hard. Dalton's thrusting not ceasing for a moment. As Lance's orgasm was forced out of him, Dalton's cock continued to rake over the sensitive walnut-sized gland. As the teen's orgasm finished, Dalton grunted heavily and with a few short thrusts, came himself. "Fuck! Fuck me!" Dalton whispered hoarsely, "fuck!" Dalton slumped against the younger man's back, attempting to regain his breathing. Lance was breathing heavily himself. His cum was soaking into his pajama bottoms, becoming quickly uncomfortable. "Goddamn!" Dalton grunted. He pulled out and Lance immediately felt cum leak out onto his pajamas. He heard a tiny `splat' and knew some of Dalton's juices landed on the kitchen floor. Dalton palmed the teen's ass cheek roughly. Gripping a handful and pulling on the globe. Dalton looked down as he released his hold on the cheek and watched it bounce back to its original position. "God fuckin' dammit!" He grunted again. Dalton slapped the ass check which made the teen yelp. He pulled his shorts over his spent, softening cock. Lance followed suit and pulled his pants over his butt. Lance turned around to look at his older step-brother. He looked at his face and he saw confusion spread across it. Dalton quickly composed himself. He stepped forward and took Lance's chin in his hand. "Was that nice enough for you, baby boy?" Dalton asked sweetly, but laced with a mocking tone. Lance looked at him before answering. "Yes." "Yeah, well, don't get too used to it. I don't want you getting complacent or anything." With that, Dalton left the kitchen. "I...I don't even know what to say to that encounter." Lance whispered to himself. He whipped the cum from the kitchen floor before continuing his dished. "Lance buddy, we do not have a strong conviction." The teen said to himself. Douche or the Beast Part III This is a work of fiction. The actions and thoughts of the characters do not reflect my own. Please help support nifty with a donation to help keep this site going. Also, thanks to those that have emailed me with your thoughts and support. It is very much appreciated. I love hearing from you. Wednesday September 5th 5:26 pm "Ugh!" Lance grunted out as he was slammed into the mat again. "Excellent Howie! Lance, focus," The instructor said from somewhere to Lance's right. "Yes, Master Julian," Lance answered back. Lance was at his Wednesday night ju-jitsu class. This was the sixth or seventh time an opponent had sent him to the ground tonight. He was never thrown to the mat that many times in a row. Ever. Tonight, however, he was fairly distracted. When he had given Brad his cell number, he had received that initial text from Brad. Lance responded that he had the number and was saving the info. After that, Lance discovered that Brad was rather flirtatious and blunt. Lance truly thought they would hook-up a few times and that would be that. Brad was clear in his messages that he was attracted to the younger man and he wanted to act upon that attraction, but he seemed genuinely interested in Lance's life. He was interested in what the teen's hobbies were and what interested him. They had made plans to hang out tomorrow after his judo practice. They had also briefly discussed Dalton. Lance decided it would be best to keep quiet that the two of them were talking. He wasn't sure how Dalton would take his friend wanting to hang out with Lance Dalton could be rather unpredictable. Brad proceeded to tell him that they weren't really friends. They just worked together and on occasion would hang out when the other guys did. Brad actually didn't really care for Dalton. Speaking of Dalton that was the reason he was distracted. Dalton hadn't made a pass at him since they slept together that Friday night. Dalton actually hadn't even insulted him or threated him. If anything he was being...nice. This was weird for his older step-brother. Normally the older went right back to being an ass until he wanted to have sex again. It was a good thing that they hadn't had a repeat encounter. The morning after their encounter, Lance went to his Saturday morning track practice after he had made breakfast for the guys. At practice, he was so sore. He was training on the field which his body protested the entire time. His team clearly saw the dark hickey that Dalton had left and teased him with lewd comments. Later that Saturday, he had seen Carol and Cooper. Lance thought about blowing them off for a few days until the hickey healed some, but they had gone to the track field and met him there. Both his friends had grilled him regarding the contusion. They thought for sure that he had gone to Ryan's for a booty call. Boy, did they have it wrong. The pair had broken up a few months ago and were not on speaking terms. Ryan wanted to add a third or fourth party member to the bedroom. Lance was unsure of the idea and wanted time to think it over. Turns out Ryan went ahead and had a threesome anyways. Lance, however, was not one of the three. Pissed off at the discovery, Lance cut him completely from his life. The teen realized he was being a hypocrite. Here he was having sex with his step-brother the entire time they dated but when Ryan does it once, Lance calls things off. Lance wanted to explain where the mark had originated from to his friends, but he wasn't ready for that conversation yet. He was concerned that his friends would think less of him for sleeping with his step-brother. The three of them had a conversation once about step-siblings being intimate. Lance had nonchalantly brought the topic up through a game of `would you rather?' Lance had asked if they would rather have sex with an enemy or a step-sibling. Both of his friends had agreed that an enemy would be preferential. Sleeping with a step-sibling was, in their eyes, no different than sleeping with a blood relative. He feared that to them, Lance would be considered incestuous. For the time being, the teen was more than happy to let them think he called Ryan in a desperate moment. Naturally he tried to hide the marks from his parents and younger brother as well. He had no luck though. His mom had lectured him on being safe and respecting himself. His dad advised him to find another guy to get laid with since crawling to an ex was a low move. Just like with his friends, Lance was more than happy to let them think he had hooked up with Ryan. He couldn't imagine where to start explaining Dalton. Lance seriously needed to put an end to things with Dalton. He had to. Lance, a purple belt in ju-jitsu, could easily fight off Dalton's advances. Dalton may have police academy training, but Lance had been practicing the art since he was five. Not to mention in recent years, he also had been taking judo classes. Despite these facts, Lance would struggle against his older brother's advances, but caved in every time. He let Dalton use him in sordid manners. Lance couldn't figure out why. He loved his brother, but he wasn't in love with him. In the past, there were a few guys that tried to treat him the same way Dalton had. Lance dropped them in an instant. He refused to let them defile him and treat him with disrespect. Lance literally had to fight off a guy that could not take no for an answer. So why couldn't he do the same with Dalton? He was more than capable of knocking that douche on his ass. "Agh!" Lance cried again when he was slammed into the mat yet again. "Miller, what is up with you today, dude?" Howie, his sparring partner, asked looking over him as he lay on the ground. "Life," Lance replied simply with a sigh. He sluggishly returned to his standing position. "Great work tonight ladies and gentlemen. I'll see you next week." Master Julian announced. The students made to collect their belongings to leave. Some of them were moving more stiffly than others, Lance being one of them. "Lance, may I have a moment, please?" The instructor asked. "Of course, Master," Lance replied. He turned to face the older man. "Are you alright? Usually you don't let yourself get tossed around like that." "Yeah, I have just been really distracted this past week." Lance offered. "Anything I should be concerned with?" The instructor asked. "No, I will have it sorted. Sorry for not being able to focus." "We all have days," Julian smiled. The man was a bear of a man. He was scruffy and burly. He had dirty blonde hair and playful blue eyes. He was in his late thirties or perhaps early forties. He bore no wedding ring on his hand, but Lance was sure that he had plenty of women that wanted to keep him company. He had smile wrinkles around his lips and eyes. Master Julian had been his instructor for years. Lance greatly respected the man. He actually used to have the biggest crush on him when he was younger. But over the years that crush grew to admiration. "Thank you for the concern." "Of course, if you need to talk, I am here to listen. I'll see you next week." "By Master," Lance smiled and turned to leave. As Lance drove home, his thoughts drifted again to his older brother. He wasn't sure how to end things with Dalton. Lance chuckled to himself. He felt like he was breaking up with Dalton except for they were definitely not dating. All the same, that is what it felt like. Dalton wasn't used to being denied. Lance would have to be prepared for the verbal onslaught that would follow. And so help him God, if that ass attempted to slap or hit him, he would toss his ass to the ground. He refused to put up with that physical abuse bullshit. "Hi, honey," Lance's mom asked as he walked in through the door. "How was your day?" "Fine, thanks," Lance smiled. He walked over to her and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She returned the peck and patted her son's cheek. "Go wash up, Lance. Dinner will be ready shortly." "Yes, mama," Lance replied. "How did I get such a good boy?" She asked with a smile. "You must have had some good karma coming your way," Lance answered returning the smile. "Go on," Lacy motioned her head towards the stairs. Lance went to his room and dropped off his back pack. He gathered fresh clothing. Lance figured it would be a good idea to shower and change out of his clothes he'd been in all day. Before he went to the bathroom, he stared at Dalton's bedroom door. It was cracked open and his light was on. He could hear music coming from his room. Dalton was home. "Might as well get this over with," Lance sighed. He dropped his clothing off in the bathroom before returning to Dalton's door. He knocked on the door, but did not wait for Dalton to answer. He walked in and saw his step-brother lying down in bed reading some sort of book. Odd. Lance thought. He didn't know the brute was literate. Dalton glanced at the teen briefly before returning to his book. "The fuck you want?" Lance closed the door behind him to provide privacy. "I'm done." Lance said firmly. Dalton didn't react. Instead, he turned the page in his book. Lance wasn't sure Dalton heard him. "I said I'm done, Dalton." "Oh yeah?" He questioned. The man's gaze was still on the pages of the book. "I will not let you to continue to treat me the way you do. We're done." Lance said firmly. Dalton set his book to the side and rose from his bed. He was walking calmly over to Lance. No anger on his face was apparent. Lance had his guard up and was ready fend him off, but Dalton's movements didn't seem threating. Dalton placed his hands on the door, either side of Lance causally. Lance backed up as far as he could, but when his back was pressed against the door, he knew he ran out of space. Dalton brought his body close to Lance's and smiled. He leaned in and gave him a slow kiss. Lance's mind screamed at him to push him away. Dalton wasn't aggressive or demanding. The kiss was gentle and almost...loving. Lance tried to pull back, but was unable to go anywhere because of the door. Against his wishes, his throat let out a moan. Dalton pulled back slightly to give Lance's lips a quick swipe with his tongue. He pulled back further to look into Lance's eyes. "My baby boy needs a little TLC, huh?" Dalton asked. "He is starting to feel unappreciated for his services?" "My services? I'm not a hooker." Lance protested. "Debatable." Dalton shrugged. "That is what I am talking about, Dalton. That is not okay!" Lance breathed out exasperated. Dalton stared into his eyes, studying the teen. He smiled again and brought his hand to Lance's back. He slipped it under Lance's shirt and felt the bare skin. Dalton's hand felt hot on his flesh. "That seriously upsets you? When I call you a slut and shit?" Dalton questioned, raising an eyebrow. "You're seriously asking? Seriously!? Of course it does! No person in their right mind would want to be called such degrading names or like being hit." Dalton leaned in for another slow kiss. This time Lance didn't try to back away. He let himself be kissed. He could feel his step-brother smile as Lance returned the kiss. When he pulled back again, Lance felt flushed. "Okay. I hear you. Now get the fuck out." Dalton sneered, grabbing his arm to move him away from the door. He opened the door and shoved Lance out and closed the door immediately behind him. Lance stood there dumbfounded for a moment. "What the fuck, Lance you idiot!" Lance muttered to himself. "Dinner is ready!" Lance's mom yelled from down stairs. The family gathered around the table and ate. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred. Eventually Dalton excused himself once he finished. Mickey left to go play video games before he had to be in bed. His parent's helped clear the table before retiring for the night. It was Lance's turn this week to wash the dishes so stayed to finish them. As Lance filled the sink with hot, soapy water and began to clean the dishes, he let his thoughts wander again. Dalton was being strange. Just last week he was saying that the teen was a whore and not worth respect. Now he suddenly was going to provide tender loving care? Not likely. What was he playing at? It had to be some sort of trick to have Lance lower his guard. The teen was startled when a pair of arms wrapped around him. "Shh, baby boy. It's just me." Dalton whispered. He pressed his chest against the teens back. "Someone could walk in!" Lance hissed. "Mickey is engrossed in his game. Your mom and my dad will be sleep within an hour. We're fine," The older explained calmly. Dalton kissed the back of his neck and ground his groin into Lance's rear. The older brother was wearing mesh shorts, making the feel of his erection clear. Lance felt himself start to swell. His cotton pajama bottoms were becoming tighter. Dalton pulled his younger step-brother's shirt up and ran a hand over his smooth abs. Lightly but firmly gripping the muscle. I need to tell him to stop. Lance's brain pleaded. When the teen went to verbalize his thoughts, all that escaped was a moan. "Mmm. My baby boy responds better when I play nice, huh. None of that `quit it' shit. I might have to play nicer from now on." Dalton said quietly. He lowered his head to kiss the nape of Lance's neck. He lightly nipped at the flesh. Kissing and swiping his tongue along the skin a few times. Lance couldn't help but let out another moan. He brought his soapy hands up to grasp Dalton's arm. Not to force them away, but to hold onto him. Dalton brought up his spare arm, phone in hand. He quickly brought it to life and had the camera going. He held it up so the boys could see themselves on the phone screen . "Here we are, just doing dishes." Dalton said to the camera. He gave Lance's cheek a playful kiss. "I was doing the dishes actually." Lance corrected. "Hmm," Was Dalton's response. Lance moved his head slightly to look at Dalton and the older man took the opportunity to steal a kiss. Lance brought up one hand to rub the side of Dalton's face as he enjoyed their lip-lock. Dalton used his free hand to tug down his mesh shorts enough to free his leaking dick. Lance used one hand of his own to pull his pajama bottoms over his ass. "Fuck yes, baby boy. Show me your ass!" Dalton encouraged. The older continued to kiss and suck on Lance's neck. He had two lube packets with him. How they materialized out of nowhere, Lance was not sure. He placed one in Lance's hand. "Get your pretty face ready." He whispered and used his own lube packet to prepare himself. Lance tore it open and applied it on his fingers. He brought the hand back and started fingering himself to lube up his hole. "Yeah, finger yourself. You want my cock, right little man? You want me to fuck your cunt?" The older man asked. "Please." Lance breathed out. "Please what?" "Please fuck my hole." Lance replied. "Fucking A I will." Dalton growled. He shooed Lance's hand away and started to finger the younger man's hole himself. "Tight little cunt is going to get bred." Dalton whispered roughly and started to finger Lance with urgency. "Ugh, Dalton!" Lance whined with need. The older man removed his finger and replaced it with his dick. He lined up the swollen head with his target. With one firm push, he went right in. "Fuck yes. This ass was made for my cock." Dalton moaned when he planted himself all the way in. Lance could only let out a moan of his own. "Ready?" Dalton asked. "Fuck me." Lance replied. Dalton turned off the camera and placed it on the counter. He used one hand to grip the edge of the sink and the other to grip the teen's hip. "Come on, baby boy." With that, the cop withdrew his dick so that only the head remained. He then pressed back in Lance. "Ugh." Lance moaned out. Dalton moved his lips to Lance's ear. "Shh. You don't want to alert little Mickey, do you?" Dalton continued his thrusting into Lance. Lance did his best to keep his voice down, but he found it increasingly difficult the faster Dalton got. His older step-brother brought up his hand to move Lance's face to his. He moved in to kiss him again. Dalton was pulling his hips back, removing most of his dick only to shove forward as hard as he could. He kept doing this over and over again. This was causing his cock to bash into Lance's prostate hard. Over and over and over. The teen began to whimper from the sensation of Dalton's cock head pummeling his prostate. Dalton pulled back and whispered, "You close?" Lance could only nod vigorously as Dalton continued the rough penetration. "Come on baby boy. Show me how much you love my cock!" Dalton demanded. "Dal!" Lance cried out a little too loud. Dalton quickly clasped his hand over the teen's mouth to silence him. Lance whimpered into the hand as he came hard. Dalton's thrusting not ceasing for a moment. As Lance's orgasm was forced out of him, Dalton's cock continued to rake over the sensitive walnut-sized gland. As the teen's orgasm finished, Dalton grunted heavily and with a few short thrusts, came himself. "Fuck! Fuck me!" Dalton whispered hoarsely, "fuck!" Dalton slumped against the younger man's back, attempting to regain his breathing. Lance was breathing heavily himself. His cum was soaking into his pajama bottoms, becoming quickly uncomfortable. "Goddamn!" Dalton grunted. He pulled out and Lance immediately felt cum leak out onto his pajamas. He heard a tiny `splat' and knew some of Dalton's juices landed on the kitchen floor. Dalton palmed the teen's ass cheek roughly. Gripping a handful and pulling on the globe. Dalton looked down as he released his hold on the cheek and watched it bounce back to its original position. "God fuckin' dammit!" He grunted again. Dalton slapped the ass check which made the teen yelp. He pulled his shorts over his spent, softening cock. Lance followed suit and pulled his pants over his butt. Lance turned around to look at his older step-brother. He looked at his face and he saw confusion spread across it. Dalton quickly composed himself. He stepped forward and took Lance's chin in his hand. "Was that nice enough for you, baby boy?" Dalton asked sweetly, but laced with a mocking tone. Lance looked at him before answering. "Yes." "Yeah, well, don't get too used to it. I don't want you getting complacent or anything." With that, Dalton left the kitchen. "I...I don't even know what to say to that encounter." Lance whispered to himself. He whipped the cum from the kitchen floor before continuing his dished. "Lance buddy, we do not have a strong conviction." The teen said to himself.