Date: Fri, 21 Aug 2020 13:28:13 -0400 From: makinbaconnaked Subject: BIRD and DOC 2 This follows Doug from Sheltered in Place : ) Reach out with your comment, suggestions, dirty stories and fantasies. Love hearing from you guys! Please take time to support Nifty for maintaining this great site we all love! BIRD and DOG 2 by makinbaconnaked Bird and Dog. It sounds like a children's story, and in a way it is. When my parents introduced my baby brother Bert, when I was 3. The closest I got was `Bird' and the name stuck. Everyone calls Bert, Bird. When he was learning to talk he never quite landed on Doug, so he called me `Dog'. He'd say, `Dog, look at that dog!' and our parents would laugh and laugh. Only Bird calls me Dog. When he does I still hear the little boy who could never pronounce my name. Bert started walking early so that he could keep up with me. He followed me and my friends everywhere, and even played sports with us. In baseball he played right field cause he could catch like no one else but couldn't throw too well. We were inseparable, I looked out for him and loved having Bird around. But then Dad started messing with him. When you know something that you can't or don't want to... it doesn't change the fact that you know it. I was in complete disbelief. Everytime they finished I convinced myself that I hadn't heard what I knew I had. I can't do that with Adam and Austin. Adam is my son and Austin is my stepson. I'm not a child this time. They're having sex - I heard them - I'm almost certain! I need to talk to Bird. I can't make the same mistake twice! - I was in such a panic when I started this I didn't say much about myself. My name is Doug Goodenough. I'm 42 years old. 5 11 ½" and I only get weighed at wrestling matches and at the doctors and haven't been to either in years. But I try to keep it tight. I played sports in high school and college. I was doing really good before everything closed down. I was 4 weeks into my 12 week Men's Health workout. It was one major muscle workout, then a circuit of 3 exercises to form failure, then two ab workouts. On the alternating days it was 45/60 mins of `conversational cardio'. I was feeling really good and seeing results. When my gym closed it was hard to figure out what to do. There's gym equipment in the basement but it's not inspiring, so instead every afternoon I go to the park and do a bodyweight routine in the middle of the gazebo. I have a jump rope and I ordered some kettlebells on amazon. Beth and I have been lucky during the current economic crisis (knock on wood). I work in development. The projects that were in initial planning phases got put on hold but everything that was already funded is moving forward. So it's nice I have work but not as much as I used to. Beth works for this weird small family company that sells, installs and maintains audio visual equipment. She manages clients and schedules the tech guys. She's been slammed with work. Bert on the other hand wasn't as lucky. He started a contracting company with a millwork shop but all his work just evaporated. Worse he had a small crew that he had to lay off. Sasha, his wife is out of work as well. They have 3 year old twin girls so he is going stir crazy at home. Bert arranged to drive over the next day after he'd put the girls to bed. It timed out perfectly with the end of our family dinner. He lives an hour/hour and a half away in a more rural part of the state. Austin sure did perked up when he heard `Uncle Bird' was coming. But Sasha is super uptight so Bert was `allowed' to see just me and in open air. He pulls up in his truck - an old F-150 four door crew cab. Everyone crowded in the door to say hi. He got out and there he was my little brother. Bert Goodenough. Such a little stud in that truck with two carseats in the back. He was dressed like a dad. He was wearing cool hiking sandals and cargo shorts and the obligatory young dad patagonia vest. I love Bert. Bert and Adam favor. Same good looks but Bert lost the baby fat of youth on his face, which I think makes him look more rugged, more grown up. Bert's an inch taller and his hair is more reddish brown - copper. As a kid he was ginger and in summer his eyebrows got so light you could barely see them. I'd say `the sun burnt off your brows little bro'. It was high summer and the sun was up even though it was evening. But now standing there with a reddish brown beard, copper hair, he looked like a burnished sun god. Adam commented that Bert had been working out and they talked about their workouts for a bit. Bert started showing the proper form for squats. Ass to the grass he said. He's got strong legs and a big dumper that pushed the back pockets on his cargo shorts open. Mines the same from street hockey and wrestling. Goodenough boys got junk in the trunk! Austin was quiet but said hi. "I won't take Doug for too long" Bert. "Are you kidding? Stay out all night!" Beth. I "Should I grab you guys some beers from the fridge?" I wanted some but I didn't want to say yes in front of the boys. "No, we'll be ok." We drove in separate cars to the park. Sasha had really gotten in his head. Bert drove to the circular drive around the gazebo and parked. He texted - `come over' We're sitting in his truck. "You got the weed?" "Yeah" I unfurled a nugget I put in a paper towel. Bert had asked me to `score some bud' so I grabbed some from Adam's stash. It made me nervous driving around with weed at night. "Niiiiice. You have papers?' "Oh..." "It's alright..." He grabbed an apple that was between the carseats in the back, a screwdriver from the glove box. He punched a hole in the bottom of the apple and another on the side. He blew through, apple chunks flew out, and we had a perfect apple bong. "You have a lighter?" "I'm terrible at this." "You're a disaster." We laughed. He found a stick lighter He handed me the apple with his left hand and I saw his ring. I always liked it. Black titanium. So cool and indestructible. Mine's just plain gold. His wedding ring reminded me that he was ok. He'd come out the other end of dad's abuse normal with a smoking hot wife and two beautiful kids. It was possible for Austin to survive Adam, heal, and make a happy family of his own. I put the hole of the apple to my lips while he lit me. I inhaled smoky weed over the taste of cool apple. Now, I haven't smoked in ages. I sputtered and coughed and then floated away sideways. I had a dumb smile on that came out of nowhere. I was stoned. "There's beer by your feet." I looked down and there was a little carvas zipper cooler. There was a six pack of tallboys inside. I handed him one, cracked mine and swigged. The cold beer was good and took away my dry mouth. We sat there for a bit. Then I spoke. "I called you because Adam... Adam is molesting Austin. I failed to protect him like..." the thought made me tear up, "like I failed to protect you from dad." "Doug, how old are they?" "15 and 19" "So old enough. Nobody's molesting anybody and dad didn't molest me. If anything I stated it." What? Bert went on. "When mom died I was only 5 but I knew dad was sad and for the first time - alone. I think I understood that then. That night after the funeral I went to his room and climbed in bed with him. I held his big head in my little hands. His beard was thick around my fingers. I kissed him on the neck every 5 seconds until he woke up. He opened his eyes. I don't think he could believe what he was seeing but I told him, `Mommy told me to take care of you and I'm going to.' I missed mom and know he must have too." "Where is this going?!" Oh god! What was he saying? "Dad fucked you when you were 5!!" "Nooo... That night he waited til I fell asleep and carried me to bed, but I couldn't get out of my head how good he smelled. He smelled like raw lumber and musk. And he said my hair smelled like mom." "Oh god. This is disgusting." "Dog. Do you want me to tell you the story or not?" He was right. I asked him here for his help. "Go ahead." "That was the day I remember his smell making an impression on me and I found every reason to be close to him." My Dad? Well, dad's what you'd call a man's man. He worked in construction and grew up in rural Alberta Canada. His first love was hockey but to hear him tell it, he was a rodeo cowboy. Honestly I think it was just a few summers after high school at the Calgary Stampede. But he'd go on and on, about how he rode broncos saddled and bareback. In the steer wrestling event, he worked as the hazer. He even judged the junior steer riding competition where 12 -15 year olds rode a young bull. If you choose to ride one handed you couldn't touch yourself or the animal with your free hand while he bucked like crazy underneath you. We loved his rodeo stories but he was really just your typical corn fed Albertan hockey jock. He played ever since peewee all the way up to a junior hockey league. He'd show us these amazing black and white photos from his highschool games where they played out on a big frozen lake. A lifetime of skating left him with powerful legs and glutes. His huge hands were at the end of big arms that connected to broad shoulders and a muscled barrel chest in between. I think he liked his cowboy stories cause that's where he met mom - one summer at the Calgary Stampede. She was a `city girl' from Montana. Everything was city compared to where dad grew up. They said they fell in love but I wonder if he didn't get her pregnant on their first night. They were 19 and 16 when they got married. Tessa, the oldest of the three of us, followed very soon after then mom lured dad back to America. Everywhere they went dad found a league and a team where all his teammates loved having a canadian bruiser on their side. Then came me and Bert. When mom died, all dad had was his contracting work, his hockey team and his drinking buddies (+ three kids). At 31 he found himself single, objectively good looking, and drunk at a different bar after every game. So he picked up women like he never had when he was young. I would hear sex sounds from dad's room. He was starting to date and he would bring women home. Was so hot to watch the women come to the house. Sometimes he'd introduce us sometimes not. They were all so hot to me and I was dying to fuck. Back in my room with my dick in my hand I'd hear nothing for a while then a whimper. They always started out trying to be quiet. There would be long silences but then they just couldn't keep quiet. I'd hear a couple of beats of the headboard against the wall. I was so jealous of my dad. I wanted to see a pussy in real life so bad. The intervals between the vocalizations got shorter and the soft sounds turned into yelps. Sounded like dad was working for it. Just stirring up her pussy. I was having such a good time with my own dick. All that hard work paid off cause the girl would just loose control and fucking erupt in a stream of cries and whimpers and call out `yes'. After that he'd have her losing her mind over and over again. I'd shoot off multiple loads while the fucking was happening and after my dad grunted and took his reward I'd have to jerk off about the sex I'd just heard. Dad was a stud. When dad was done fucking I'd get up and go to the bathroom. The women he brought home always went to the bathroom after and so I'd time a trek to awkwardly run into them. The best time, I ran into this beautiful girl with long brown hair, wearing black panties with her breasts hanging out. I opened the door `by accident' and acted like I was stunned with embarrassment but really I was just drinking in those tities with both eyes wide open. I had to go back to my room and beat off again. One night though, the sex noises were coming from the opposite wall. When I woke up I thought I must have been laying in bed backwards. That's what it was. I'd hear it on Dad's side a few more times after. Yeah, I'd been mistaken I thought. But then I'd hear it again from Bert's room. I heard the typical bed squeaks, but the vocal sounds were different than the women he fucked. They were faint, sharp, cries - over and over. It had to be dad and Bert! I was so used to listening to dad fuck that my body responded the same way. I was fucking rock hard stroking off to my little brother getting butt fucked by my dad. So turned on but ashamed. As time went on the ladies came round less and less and the sounds of Bert whimpering into the pillow happened more. I felt so guilty. I would look at them in the morning while they both acted like nothing was happening! I was furious with my father and felt sorry for Bird. By the time I moved out the only sex sounds in the house came from Bert's room. Rarely I'd hear sex in dad's room but it was Bert then too - I knew his moans. I'd lay there trying not to be horny from the rough fuck my dad was laying into Bert. Eventually I'd be hard and just give in and think, `dad's making Bird chirp again' and stroke off. - "How old were you when it started" I needed to know. "It was after a game. His friends had come by to watch but at some point they all went home. He was heading to his room drunk and wearing his jersey. I was standing in my doorway in just my underwear. I don't know if his team won or lost but he had this hungry look. It was a total drunken staredown. He walked up to me slowly and just smelled my hair and then he pinched a nipple. He smelled like beer and firewood." "Oh my god. How old were you?" For the last goddam time! "I don't know...Tessa had just moved out and we got our own rooms" 17... 13... 10! I did the math in my head, even stoned. We were quiet for a bit. I felt like he had told me everything I needed to know. But I had questions still, just beyond what I could put together in my head. "And so he fucked you?" "I pulled him into my room. He pushed me onto the bed. My underwear just disappeared and he ate me out for like a half hour." Fuck. My dick got hard, but like from the very base, the part between your balls and butthole. That part plumped up and the rest of my cock started a low thump. My nipples on my chest started buzzing and I wanted to touch the left one. That weed was strong. "He what?!" "Yeah he laid me on my back, pulled my underwear to my knees and just buried his face in me while he played with my nipples. I just laid there not knowing what was happening." I reached up and grabbed my left pec. "I heard dad fuck you" I remembered all the nights I would lay in bed rockhard, listening to Bird getting stuffed by dad's big dick. "Yeah but that was years later. We never talked about what we were doing. But it was something we both understood. So it wasn't that often. It started during hockey season and then football season started so it was on Sunday's but only if the guys had been over and he'd had enough to drink. Otherwise we'd just look at each other wondering when it was going to happen next. Both in need but completely unable to address it. I mean, I get it. He was trying not to give in. And I was a kid. But a kid who was walking around turned on just by wearing a fucking t-shirt. He played with my nipples so hard and so long they were raw and sore and any touch just made me crazy and horny. My butthole needed it to be gameday. He turned me into pussy but he wouldn't give me the dick. He was still dating then and I'd stand outside his door while he fucked some bird and my heart would just burn in my chest. I didn't know how to ask for what I wanted. I honestly didn't even understand the mechanics of it. But I knew what I was getting wasn't enough. I got brave one time and said `dad, climb on top of me' but he just lifted his face and said `I don't know son, maybe one day'. It's one of the few times we've talked during sex." "So when did he fuck you - and please just the short version with no details." "Beer me." Bert said. We cracked our second beer and he told me how it happened. It was on a summer camping trip with the Johnson boys. We were all in one tent and dad had his own one man tent. Bird got up in the middle of the night and I guess he raped dad but with his butt. Dad had no say in the matter. He didn't spare me the details either. He told me everything he felt. How he stretched his little virgin hole around dad's big dick. I had heard him get fucked by dad countless times but hearing about the first time and knowing I was just a few feet away when it happened made me so horny. Fuck. What is wrong with me? I was rolling my nipple slowly with one hand and with my forearm moving my cockhead against my leg. Trying to be discreet. "When did you guys stop? When did he fuck you last?" He stopped to think... Then took a hit of the apple bong like that would help. He exhaled smoke over his words. "We stopped when I left for college. But every now and then he makes a boy outta me... let's see, March Madness got cancelled... He loves hockey but I don't follow it... and that got cancelled too... so I guess the Super Bowl." "Wait. This year?" "Yeah" "We hosted that." "Yeah. We went to the basement at halftime." "What?!" "Yeah it was Shakira and JLo. I really wanted to see it. But instead I was bent over the washer machine while dad fucked my brains out. Totally railed me." My dick was a log sitting against my thigh. The sun had gone down but my pants fabric was light so I could see the outline. Am I the only one not having sex in my house? "And it drives me crazy that I can't even visit him now. He's 65! I fucking miss it so much. Have you seen dad's cock? It's a lot like yours." I had seen my dad's, er, manhood. One time when I got up to check out one of his women in the bathroom after sex I ran into dad instead. He was standing at the sink with his cock shiny wet with pussy juice and hanging down under its own weight. That night I was stammering in embarrassment for real. Like I said dad was a stud. Bert had a far away look. Then he looked in my lap. "You're hard" I was gonna say `No I'm not.' but there was no denying it. "You want another beer?" I was just trying to distract him. I finished my beer, reached down between my feet and grabbed the last two tall boys. We cracked them open at the same time. "Doug, I can't explain what dad and I had going on. We hardly ever talk about it. When you moved out I finally got what I needed. He started teaching me how to use all the tools in the wood shop - the garage. He didn't need to be drunk but it helped. Helped us find our way to each other. I would sleep in his room, then after the second or third night in a row he'd say `ok boy, go to your bed'... A few days later he would come to my bed, pull his dick out for me to suck him, then invite me to his room. I had three years of dad's dick all to myself. We would work on millwork in the evening and at night he would just...we would...." "You can tell me some details." I said sheepishly. "I can't even think about it! I'm too horny and fucking cock straved. I haven't had dad's dick in 6 months and I haven't had any in 4 months. I'm so frustrated man. The best years of my life were in high school with dad.... and... in college... living in the wrestling house. That's where I discovered pussy... I just ate pussy and swallowed cum all the time I was there." My dick jumped. His eyes were down and his lips were pulled in. "Hey... can I... see your cock" he looked up at me. "No you can't look at my cock!" "Then can I just suck it? I promise I won't look at it." "Oh my god!" He was shocking me. His eyes were pleading with me. "Then just let me see it" I wouldn't have - but I had a beer buzz on, was high, and my boner was straining against the fabric of my pants. I unzipped and let Doug jr jr stand free. He reached over and grabbed it. "Nice. Look at that fucker. Never thought I'd get to suck you again." Again? I didn't say anything and he took my silence as a go ahead. My window to put the breaks on this was closing fast. I should have put my cock away but his hand felt too good. I wanted to reach up and grab both nipples. I didn't do that either. I just froze as Bert's hand stroked my dick. He was barely grazing it. Fuck. He was teasing me. He glided his hand back and forth with a super light grip - just getting a feel for the weight of it. I realized I was holding my breath. He put a finger on the top and started lifting a string of precum. Goddammit Bird just suck it already. He put his finger to his mouth and tasted it. He closed his eyes and smiled. I took the opportunity while he was distracted to scratch my right nipple. "Mmmm tastes so good man" "Put it in your mouth" I didn't have to ask twice. His hot wet mouth surrounded my cockhead. My eyes fluttered shut and I started breathing again. When his lips moved down my shaft I melted into the chair. I hadn't been inside Beth in weeks. She gave the obligatory married bday bj but never otherwise. I hadn't had a good blowjob since my senior year of college when I used to visit the basement bathroom in Calhoun Hall. Bird was eager and he went for it. The head of my cock hit the tightness in the back of his throat but he just pushed passed it. His face was jammed as far as he could with the fabric of my pants in the way. He grabbed at my pants with his hands. I lifted up so he could pull them down. When I lifted my hips jutted forward and he took my shaft to the base. He started sputtering then lifted off coughing and burping. He held up his hand taking time. `Burp' "Ugh. I almost lost my dinner there." He burped a few more times. Once he had composed himself he dove back down. This time he climbed down my dick with his mouth bit by bit like he was repelling down a cliff. Halfway down I felt that same throat tightness. He used my cockhead as a battering ram, knocking at the back of his throat, making a little more progress each time. Finally, the gate broke open and I was buried from the head to the base of the shaft. I was swallowed whole. The weed made me horny, the beer made me relaxed, and the head sent me into orbit. He settled into a long slow rhythm sucking and then some hand work. I put my hand over my eyes. My other hand was a clenched fist. I wanted to disconnect from the present and the fact that my little brother was giving me head in the front seat of his truck. He was giving slow long sucks and stroked my balls like stroking a chin. I felt them drawing up to his touch. Then he took just his knuckles and ran them along the part just under my balls. The taint! He was dragging his wedding ring along my hairy taint. Lower and lower. Oh my god how far was he trying to go?! I adjusted myself in my seat to discourage any further `exploration'. He took his hand back to my cock. Long head with a corkscrew hand stroke. I was in fucking heaven. God I haven't felt anything this good in ages. I opened my eyes just a bit and saw a reddish brown blur of hair. I took my hand away from my brow to roll my nipple between my thumb and forefinger. The base of my dick responded and sent a jolt that yanked at the dick in Bert's mouth. My balls were getting soaked with his throat spit. Bird looked up at me with big watering eyes as he smacked my cock into his face. He had a big stupid grin on. He looked like a kid again. "Watch this" He took a gulp of his tall boy then went back down on my cock with a mouthful of beer. He swirled the cold beer all around and little by little slurped it down past the sides of my shaft. The beer bath swirly was refreshing as fuck. Like a dick spa. Then he quit playing around. He settled into a rhythm. 4 or 5 exaggerated full length mouth sucks with hand strokes. Then he'd just faceplant on it, gagging on it as deep and fast as he could. 4 long sucks then he'd go crazy gobbling me down. I unclenched my first and grabbed a nipple with each hand. My cock hungry brother was too much. He was milking me. My orgasm started from the base of my crotch and just pulsed upward. My wet nutsack pulled up and my balls fired off like a fire hose. The release was its own torture. I couldn't breath, I could only take in small sips of air as Bird drank down my ball juice like it was life's elixir. Moaning and blathering like he was starving. I caught my breath. Bert caught his breath around my cock. Once he was sure there wasn't a drop left he slowly relinquished my member. Wooo weee. Oh my gosh. I was ready to laugh it off and blame it on the beer and weed. But Bert lifted his head slowly and just stared at my stiff cock still standing on end. He had cum in his moustache and drool in his beard. He looked hypnotized. "So fuckin' good... so fuckin' tasty. You got what I need right here. Please... you gotta... you gotta let me feel that... burp... up my butt... I got to feel that. You said if I needed you I could count on you." "When did I say that?!" Did I say that? "You said you felt bad about not coming through for me with dad. Come thru for me now" his eyes were wide and wet. "Wait. You're twisting my words up... I... I..." I was stammering. "If I ever needed your help I need it now. You don't understand. The night you called, Sasha had stood me up for our pegging session for the third time! I can't fucking take it." "I called you to get advice about Adam and Austin because of you and dad!" "This isn't about me and dad. This isn't about Adam and Austin. This is about me and you - Bird and Dog." Oh my gosh. He looked crazy. His hair was all over the place. He moved closer to me and looked me dead in the eyes. He grabbed my shoulder and slowed his words down. "Doug. I have a bull cunt that needs destroyed." He squoze my shoulder. "Please... please... please..." he said softly. "I've got a dog toy stuffed inside me right now. I've literally been at home going crazy. I didn't know what to do or where to go. When I saw your name come up on my phone - well, God answered my prayers." "What in the actual fuck Bert!!" I was shocked sober. "I'm going home to my wife and I suggest you do the same!" I sat up and jumped out of his truck.