Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2007 08:53:35 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: Chalice Men (Part 1)

This story is completely fictional.  Any similarities to people and events
that have happened is purely coincidental.  Remember that the people in
this story are fictional, so the fact that they aren't using condoms does
not mean you shouldn't.  Play safe.

If you have any questions or comments, please email me at
xangel@hotmail.com

        At nineteen years old, Robert Chalice was restless. The
thought was always in the back of his mind that he would never grow up fast
enough and that somewhere, something was happening that was passing him by
and he would be the worse for wear because of it.  Things in his mind always
told him this and he always believed them.
	Robert lived in a small house on the edge of a smaller town with only his
father and younger brother.  Robert's younger brother Michael was the last
child his father had with his mother before their divorce a year after
Michael had been born.  It hadn't been rough on Robert because his mother
had been a stranger to him for most of his life and in all honesty, he was
happy to have seen her go.  Michael never knew his mother and had grown to
fifteen with his father as his only parent.
	Franklin Chalice was a good father to his boys.  Construction paid well and
he'd bought his own equipment and storage shed to keep it in about a year
ago and things were working out well for him.  The extra money he made was
split between two college funds and repairs on their two-bedroom, two-bath
house and he liked it that way.  Domesticity seemed to agree with him.
There was little else in his life and again, he liked it that way.
	Michael was his pride, his joy, and his special project.  The youngest of
two was never easy but there were things about Michael that made it rather
difficult for Franklin and other things that made it all that much more
wonderful.  Franklin and Robert were the best team there could have been
when it came to Michael.

	Fall had just started appearing around the Chalice family's small house
with the leaves and the accumulation of the same.  To spite the slight chill
in the morning and afternoon air, Robert rarely wore a shirt when he went
outside to rake in the leaves and to burn them in the small pit on the back
of their house made for just this sort of thing -- and occasional bonfires
when Franklin wanted time away from work and the world.  Robert was most
comfortable naked but you couldn't be completely naked with the onset of
Fall.
	Monday morning brought him up early and dressed in a light brown pair of
pants, work boots and a light jacket over bare skin.  As he wore his brown
hair short, there was little need to do anything to it but run his hands
through it and head outside.  His father hadn't gotten up yet and neither
had Michael and Robert headed out and into the dense woods that backed their
house.  A trail had been walked into the dirt and this was where Robert
found his feet heading, the cool air of the morning waking him more with
every step he took.
	His hands were in the pockets of the jacket he wore and he found himself
idly rubbing his stomach through the material.  The new navel ring still had
an odd feeling to him, as his pierced nipples had the day after he'd gotten
them done, as well.  The small piercing just under his balls still gave him
a charge when his pants rode along the silver ring.  He enjoyed the feelings
of steel through various parts of his body.
	Robert cleared a small grove of trees and began to run.  Hands suddenly
free of warm confines were exploding in cool feeling and his body began to
perform as many nineteen-year old bodies would.  The thoughts of the day
were beginning and Robert dealt with the mental flotsam by running!

	Franklin woke at the sound of the back door closing.  Robert had gone, he
knew.  The older man rolled from his side onto his back in the full-size bed
and stretched his lean frame from side to side, and the full length of the
bed.  Powerful legs tensed with sleep-induced tension and he stretched his
toes to point to each of the lower corners of the bed.  His hands did the
same with the upper corners and he held this pose for a few long moments to
rouse himself.
	"Damn." He said to no one as his body relaxed and his hand traveled along a
furry chest and stomach.  He stopped for a moment to touch each of his
nipples and the silver ring in each and the one that lay against his
stomach, running through his navel.  That one was rather tender he noticed.
"New piercings." He said again to no one as he fingered the newest addition
to his pierced body.
	His hand continued down his stomach to finger curled and matted pubic hair
for a few pleasurable moments and run the length of a stiff prick once or
twice before dipping between his still-spread legs, beneath full balls to
the small duo of silver rings running through the perineum beneath them.  A
tingle went through him and his already hard cock jerked pleasurably.  He
smiled as he repeated this and enjoyed the same feeling all over again.  The
head of his dick swelled a bit and a silver-clear drop of pre-cum rolled
lazily along the cap and down the veined shaft.
	"Fuck..." he moaned to himself as his other hand toyed with the silver rings
of his furry chest and the sensations increased.
	Franklin didn't want to give up the use of either of his hands to take hold
of his cock.  The sensations he was causing himself manipulating his pierced
body were causing a small river of silver to accumulate at the furry base of
his dick as it was.  His body was rigid again, with the pleasure he was
providing it.  A soft moan shook him as he increased the pressure of his
right nipple and tugged the tender flesh there.  Again, the single word to
his pleasure slipped from his lips.
	"Fuck..."

	Along the way, Robert slowed his pace and by the time he reached the base
of the ranger's tower, he was barely at a fast jog.  The front of his jacket
was soaked and his pants were damp in places.  When he finally stopped, he
was grasping the first few rungs of the tall ladder and pulling his way up.
	Up and up he went, tugging his body weight with every step.  His breathing
was hard and labored but he didn't stop.  Around him, the landscape dropped
away but he didn't mind.  He was going to get to the top of this thing in
less time than he had before, or he would pass out trying, he told himself
with a small laugh as he continued pulling himself up and up.
	When he was finally at the top of the platform, he took a second to orient
himself, as he stood in the small cabin at the top, still winded and covered
with sweat, causing him to shake a bit in the chill.
	"Damn, boy." Came a familiar voice behind him.  "You're going to give
yourself a fucking cold or the flu if you're not careful."
	Robert turned and stepped away as the trapdoor he'd come through was closed
and a small lock slid into place by the near-naked man who'd spoken to him.
	"That's why I come here," Robert said, unzipping the front of his jacket
and taking it off.  "So that you can warm me up."
	The man pulled Robert roughly to him, wrapped a pair of large, meaty arms
around him and without another word, shoved his equally meaty tongue into
the boy's willing, panting mouth.  His cock stabbed wildly at the boy's
pants front, wanting inside to play with his fellow male member that more
than greeted him with the same excitement.  Gruff sounds came from the man
as he maneuvered Robert around and onto the small cot behind them.
	"You're in a nice mood today," Robert said with a smile, propping himself
up on his arms to watch as the man removed the boots and pants that Robert
wore.
	"I knew you'd be here." The man responded with a smile through dense black
facial hair and smoldering brown eyes.  "I'm always this way when I know
you're going to be here."
	"What, you mean horny?" Robert smiled, spreading his now-bare legs on the
cot's edge.  "Fuck, you're like that when you know I'm not coming."
	The man took hold of Robert's cock and his own, fishing the rod from the
front of his cotton boxers, the only thing he wore on his thick, hairy
frame.  Without making another sound, the man swallowed Robert whole,
forcing the nicely hard fuckstick to the back of his throat and beyond one
good time before beginning to suck hard and let the thing slide along his
tongue over and over.
	"Fuck..." Robert moaned, his head lolling backward in blissful pleasure.

	Michael Chalice stood from his bed and wiped sleep from his young eyes.
Just as the rest of his family did, he slept naked but unlike them, his body
wasn't covered with hair.  He had the customary pubic curls and the trail of
hair that extended up his stomach but just over his navel was where it
stopped.  His legs and arms had the barest blond hair and his chest had only
a small patch of gold down.  The blond hair he got from his mother and his
father had told him that was a mother's gift to her son.  Michael knew this
was just to make him feel better for his mother having left him.
	He'd taken his mother's departure personally when he'd gotten old enough to
be told and to develop opinions of this sort of thing.
	Going to a corner in his room, Michael took a pair of ragged jeans and a
long-sleeved tan shirt and went into his bedroom's bathroom.  He shared this
bathroom with his brother and his father, as it connected their two rooms.
Laying his clothes on the small counter, Michael turned and started the
shower, running a hand through his shoulder-length, blond hair.  Looking at
himself in the mirror, he noticed the beginnings of a soul-patch growing in
nicely.
	Smiling at himself in the mirror, he fingered the new silver studs in his
ears.  It hadn't hurt much but the pain they had caused was sort of
exciting.
	Stepping back, he pulled the rug down from the shower and stepped into the
warm spray.  Soaping himself up and washing it off, he put in the plug on
the tub and turned the shower off, adding bubble bath to the still-running
faucet as it filled the tub.  This was the fun part of bathing, just soaking
in the tub, the warm water easing away the night's sleeping aches.
	Slipping into the water, Michael's hands roamed his body, lingering at the
nipples and the navel before dipping into the bubbles of the tub to stroke
himself and slide a few fingers into his warm boy-hole.  The sensations he
felt were intense and wonderful for him.  Letting his head rest on the back
of the tub, he continued his machinations until his rod was throbbing and on
the verge of intense orgasm.  His mouth opened slightly as his hands
continued along his body and in and out of his asshole.
	A gasp, ever so slightly, and his orgasm was on him.  His mouth came open a
bit father and his back arched again as he coated his stomach with morning
cum.  The gasp turned into a groan as he emptied himself.
	From the doorway, Franklin watched his son bring his cum-covered hand to
his lips and lick away the evidence of what he'd been doing.  Franklin's
cock throbbed at the culmination of the scene but with this added detail in
particular.  He smiled to himself and went back to bed, climbing into the
large thing and covering his lower body.  It was only going to be a few
moments, he calculated.  As he heard the water splashing around, he smiled
to himself.  He knew his son rather well and after about fifteen more
minutes, Michael would come to wake his father.
	Franklin let one arm curve up behind his head and he closed his eyes.

	Robert moaned again as his ass was parted again by the thick wedge of
tongue that slathered him with spit and sent waves of pleasure through him.
He stood on the small cot, his legs spread as wide as they could stretch,
his hands flat against the wall and his back arched madly in an attempt to
force the man's tongue deeper into him.  His head was thrown back, mouth
open and moaning with every spear of the man's tongue.
	"Like that, baby?" The man asked pointlessly.
	A thick hand slid through Robert's legs and gripped his cock.  An added
bonus, the boy thought as he humped the hand, jerking himself off in the
man's grip.  From behind him, the man's gruff sound was muffled by the fact
that his face was buried deep in Robert's ass and the boy shivered a bit
with this thought and the feelings it stirred in him.  He shoved back a bit,
again trying to drive the tongue deeper.
	"Fuck!" Robert swore as the slick thing swam in his asshole. "I want you to
fuck that ass now, Elias! Fuck me now, you big dicked bastard! Fuck my
ass...fuck it NOW!"

	A familiar draft greeted Franklin's legs as he feigned sleep.  The draft
was swift and he was enveloped in the warmth of the comforter soon after.
Warm hands slipped up along his chest and played briefly with the hair on
his face.
	"Daddy?"
	Franklin kept himself from smiling.
	"You `wake?"
	He moved toward the voice, moaning incoherently.  His arm slid down a bit
but didn't bend down to the bed.  Feather-light lips touched his and
Franklin thought it was the right time to end his charade and let his eyes
flutter open as if he had been woken up by the kiss.
	He smiled at Michael's expectant face.  Bringing his other arm up and over,
he took his son in a hug and rolled the two of them over, topping the blond
and pushing his head into a thick pillow. Franklin looked deeply into his
son's amber-brown eyes and smiled at him, dipping slightly to return the
kiss with a deep and abiding love that was conveyed wordlessly with this
gesture.  It was sweet and something that just the two of them shared.
	"Good morning, son." Franklin said clearly when he pulled his face back and
smiled again.  "Did you sleep well?" He continued, making certain his words
were formed and spoken clearly.
	"I `ad a `ight'are." Michael said with a slight smile as he looked up at
his father.  "I `ought you `ad `one." He said, reaching up and stroking his
father's cheek.  "You need to `ave." He added at the feeling of stubble.
	Franklin smiled at his son and nodded. "I do need to shave."
	They lay like this for a while, Franklin looking into his son's face.  He
leaned forward and kissed Michael again, sliding his left arm under the
boy's head and his right arm under Michael's bare body, holding the two of
them together as the kiss deepened and he slid his tongue gingerly into the
waiting mouth of his youngest.  He was greeted with the same slickness and
moaned against the sensation.  This sound was lost in the quiet of the room
but it didn't matter.
	Franklin felt his son's hand close around the thick rod of his prick.  The
kiss took up all his mind but when he felt this, he stopped and pulled his
lips from his son's.
	"Your brother will be back, soon."
	Michael's face bent slightly into a mask of non-understanding. He said
nothing.
	"Your brother," Franklin enunciated. "will be back, soon."
	The younger boy smiled and released his father's cock.  "You `ow, we `ould
ask `im to `oin us." Michael said, sliding out of his father's arms as he
was released.
	The two of them got up and Michael started making his father's bed while
Franklin pulled on a pair of gray jogging pants and a dark tank top.  When
he was dressed, he took his son into his arms again and kissed him as he'd
done earlier, tenderly with as much love as he could put into it.
	"Wha' are you `oo'in' for `eakfas'?" Michael asked with a playful slap to
his father's backside as he dashed for the door with a playful laugh.  "Old
`an!" he added and missed the pillow that had been thrown at him.

	"Damn, Elias!" Robert swore as his body felt as if it were being stretched
beyond tolerance.  "I know I said fuck me but don't kill me while you're
doing it!"
	Elias' beautiful rod was parting the boy's slim ass over and over while the
man's hands held the boy against the wood of the small desk, the broad hips
that the rod was attached to forcing Robert's legs apart.  The man rocked
these broad hips gently but firmly to and fro, burying himself in the
willing hole that swallowed him over and over.  He heard the boy's words but
knew that they were just words.  Robert had been fucked all over this small
ranger station in every position they could imagine and had always begged to
be fucked harder than this.
	"You'll live." Elias returned, taking a handful of hair and pulling the
boy's head back so that he could give him a soul-stirring kiss.  "Besides,
you little cockslut, you know you want it like this and in about five
minutes you'll be begging me to pound that boy-slot harder than this!"
	Robert didn't say anything to this.  He knew that Elias was right.  The way
the man fucked an ass was masterful.  Robert swore he could feel the head of
Elias' cock all the way into his throat every time he plunged into his ass.
Bracing himself on the desk and relaxing into the rhythm Elias had set up,
Robert did just what was predicted he would do and set into a chant of
"deeper, harder, faster, fucker!"  As Robert was driven into the wall in
front of him, the desk rocked madly and things were flung to the floor,
clattering all around the two of them -- and neither of them could have cared
less.

	Franklin slid the spatula under the omelet and flipped it over with a
practiced hand.  To his right, Michael chopped small green peppers and raked
them into a small cup with onions and mushrooms.  Handing these to his
father, they were added into the next batch of eggs readied for an omelet.
	"I `ant `iss cheese in mine." Michael instructed, washing off the knife and
cutting board before putting it back.  "It's after `reak `ut `ould I `o with
the `aske'all `eam to `lay-offs? It's a `ort `ide and `oach will be there."
	Michael met his father's gaze for the answer.
	"I'm going to talk to your coach first." Franklin told his son, meeting his
eyes.  "I need to know for sure that you're going to be taken care of.
Basketball camp is a big deal, son.  You could get lost in the shuffle if
someone's not with you."
	"But I won't get lost. The coach knows about me." Michael said, signing his
protest in quick, fluid gestures.  "I'm not a baby, dad." He added quickly.
	"I'm not saying you're a baby, son. I just want to know that someone will
be watching you.  You get wrapped up in what's going on around you and
unless someone's there to help, you might get hurt.  Remember the trip to
Yosemite?"
	Michael stopped what he was about to say, his hand lagging a bit with
"but".  He smiled sheepishly, remembering his being so taken with the things
around him that he wasn't watching where he was going and stepped into a
small hole and tumbled forward to skin his elbow, his chin and his
collarbone on some gravel.
	"I just want to make sure you're going to be alright. I don't mind you
going if someone can buddy up with you to make sure you don't get hurt."
	Franklin went back to his breakfast preparations, looking at the clock and
estimating a few more minutes before Robert got back.

	"Goddamn, Elias!" Robert swore, looking into the man's dark eyes as he was
plowed deeply by the man's swollen cock.  "Fuck that ass, man! Fuck it like
you own it, motherfucker! FUCK me!"
	"I do own it, whore." Elias said, emphasizing his words by grinding his
hips farther forward and twisting the nipple he held until Robert grimaced.
"Never a question whose ass this is, is there, boy?"
	"Fuck no! Screw your ass, man! Screw your tight, boy-ass but good, fucker!"
	Elias held Robert's body to him, the boy's right leg bent up and hooked
over his shoulder, the boy's other leg firmly around his waist.  Sweat
lubricated his cock, now.  Lapping noises filled the small room as he fucked
back and forth, careful now not to knock the boy out as they rocked on the
table where he'd had his breakfast a few minutes ago.  The plate and cup had
long been thrown to the floor and the small container that had held his milk
was on its way as their motions drove it to the edge faster and faster.
	"Want it?" Elias asked, bending the boy farther.  "Want it, whore?"
	"Yeah!" Robert said in tight breaths.  "Yeah, I want that load, fucker!
Fill that ass with your man-cream! Fucking fill me the fuck up with it!"
	Elias picked Robert up, hooking the boy's legs over his bent arms and
slammed the two of them into the far wall, missing the window by a foot.
His hips rocked forward for a few more strokes before he threw his head back
with a loud howl and filled the boy with his pent up load, washing the
insides of the kid with white-hot cream that had been percolating in his
balls all morning.  Jet after powerful jet shot out of him and into the kid,
doing just what Robert had told him to do, filling him up.
	"Goddamn." Robert said admiringly as the man's cock throbbed in him.  "That
was unbelievable, Elias.  Fucking unbelievable."
	The man let his arms fall and let the younger man get his footing as his
cock slid out of him.  The two of them disentangled and Robert headed for
where his clothes were.  As he pulled on his pants, he looked at Elias, who
was picking up the scattered things from the desk, table and wall.
	"What did I buy this morning?"  Robert asked, dressing.
	"I thought a small container of milk and a Danish."  Elias said, kicking
his head toward the small fridge.
	"Can't take the Danish back, dad's making breakfast this morning,
remember?" Robert said, finally dressing and taking the milk from the
fridge, bag and all.  "I wonder if my father ever calls the store to see if
I actually go there on these morning we get together."
	"Why would he?" Elias asked, licking his fingers, which were covered with
his silvery load after he squeezed the tip of his softening cock.  "I buy
something for you to take back with you on my way to work so you always come
back with something, right? Why wouldn't he think you ran all the way to the
store and back?"
	"I don't know, I just wonder about it."
	"You know what I wonder?" Elias asked, coming over to the younger man.  "I
wonder what your dad and brother do while you're gone." He said, a wicked
smile coming to his lips.  "You're gone long enough for me to fuck you like
an animal; I wonder what they do to pass that time."
	"You're a perv." Robert said with a matching smile.  "I need to get back,
sick-o. I'll see you on Friday, okay?"
	"No underwear, Rob." Elias said, lifting up the door.  "I'm not going to be
in any mood for that shit.  I want to try a little toy-play, too.  Grease
that thing up and slide it into your hole before dicking it good and
proper!"
	"Can't wait!" Robert said, already onto the ladder and heading down.
"Later!"

	"Try it again." Franklin told his son, leaning over the small island. "Just
like I do it. Watch me...Duh."
	"Duh." Michael said, the sound crisper than the last time.
	"That's good, son.  Your consonant sounds are the hardest to learn.  I know
you won't be able to hear yourself but practice.  You'll get it."
	"I `ill...duh..ah..dud." Michael said with effort as he spoke the syllables
of "Dad".
	"I know you will, baby." Franklin said, kissing his son again, pulling the
blond across the small island and deepening the kiss.
	Michael climbed up onto the island from his stool on the other side of it.
His hands tangled in his father's hair and he held the man who kissed him in
his hands, then.  His own tongue slipped into the man's mouth to duel there
and his slight noise of pleasure was music to his father's ears. The two
tongues met and tangled delicately together as Michael held his father's
face in his hands. Unknown to him, Michael moaned his pleasure and
Franklin's pants tightened with the sound.  He loved this sound, this low
moan that Michael made when he was excited.
	On his knees, Franklin's youngest son sank back onto his heels, settling
his body's weight on the kitchen island.  Letting the kiss run it course,
the men parted finally and Michael met his father's eyes.  There was no
smile, no trace of teasing when his beautiful lips parted.
	"Do it...da-dd-y." The younger said, enunciating the d sounds in the word.
"I want it so `ad." The last more of a pleading than a simple request.
	Franklin looked at the clock.  Robert would be home soon.  Those morning
runs to the store were usually like clockwork for his oldest son.  He
couldn't get caught doing this, Robert wouldn't understand on a lot of
levels.  Turning back to Michael, he took hold of the elastic waistband of
the jogging pants and pulled them out and over the hard rod of flesh that
greeted him.  The cock oozed and throbbed as he leaned forward and took it
into his mouth.  Not wasting time with preliminary pleasantries, he sank his
mouth to the base, taking the full length in his throat and pulling hard
with the suction of his lips as he came up the shaft.
	"Daddy." Michael said breathlessly, his d sounds sharp and hard for his
father's efforts.
	Franklin hooked the elastic of his son's pants around Michael's heels and
raised the boy by the firm globes of his ass, pulling him up so that he
could get to the boy-crotch better. He fastened his mouth firmly on the head
of his son's cock and pushed his head forward, driving himself down on the
shaft until the head grazed the back of his throat and then pushed farther.
His fingers dug into Michael's ass and he pulled, forcing more of the boy's
cock into his throat.  When his nose was deep in the dark curl of the boy's
pubic bush, Franklin breathed in deeply through his nose and his own cock
jumped at the musky smell.
	Dragging his mouth back, he sucked hard, pulling pre-cum into his mouth.
Quickly going forward, he repeated this action, complete with fresh pre-cum.
  Twice more he did this until he began sucking cock in earnest.  His
fingers crept into the freshly cleaned cleft of Michael's ass and began
fingering the rose-colored opening there while his mouth pulled and sucked
and tugged at his son's cock.  Intent on sucking the cum out of the boy,
Franklin began a sure-fire rhythm along his son's cock, pushing in a finger
as he did, urging Michael's orgasm.
	Michael's hips bucked once and Franklin knew he was close.  Another inch of
his finger slipped inside and Michael's hands clamped onto the top of his
father's head.  A cry of delighted anguish slipped from his mouth and
Franklin sucked even harder, working his mouth faster, the pre-cum flowing
like a small river.  It wouldn't be long.
	"Ohhh," Michael moaned and thrust his hips farther as he flexed his ass
around his father's finger.  "Yeah, yeah!"
	It was like a small spring had been uncapped as Michael came violently into
his father's still-working, anxious mouth! The sweet-salt stuff washed over
Franklin's tongue and it was his turn to moan his acceptance of this
offering.  The finger in his boy slipped out and he gripped Michael's
asscheeks tightly, holding him still as he drank down his cum offering.
Moaning like a whore, Franklin drank deeply of all his son had to give him
and sucked harder on the softening member to coax still more.
	"Daddy." Michael said, falling forward onto his father's shoulders.  " `at
was goo'." He breathed, supporting himself on his father's frame.
	"You'd better get down from there before Robert comes home." Franklin said,
looking his son in the face.  "He's due any minute."
	"Dad!" came a voice from the front of the house.  "I'm back!"
	"Fuck." Franklin whispered, hauling Michael off the island as he heard the
front door close.
	He pulled his youngest son toward him, pulling at the fabric of Michael's
joggers as he did so.  The last thing he needed at this point was for his
oldest son to see him with his youngest son on top of the kitchen island,
his ass exposed and cock newly milked.  He heard Robert's footfalls on the
floor as he mouthed to Michael that Robert was home and coming into the room
with them.
	"So, what's going on in here?" Robert asked coming into the kitchen,
finishing the last of the milk he'd taken from Elias.  "Breakfast ready
yet?"  He added, seeming not to notice anything out of the ordinary as he
took the plates from where they were on the counter behind his father and
brother.
	"Michael and I were practicing his d sounds." Franklin said, taking up the
silverware.  "Did you have a good run?"
	Robert smiled from behind his father and answered in the positive.  The
plates still in his hand, he turned and headed to the small, square table
they ate at for these little family gathering breakfasts.  His brother had
already brought most of the food over and when his hands were empty, Robert
slipped his arms around his sibling and hugged him from behind.  They stood
there for a minute, Michael's hands coming up to rest on his brother's
crossed arms.
	Franklin looked at them and thought how lucky they all were to have one
another.  The boys had always been close but not like he and Michael were.
Robert had never even tried anything according to Michael.  Seeing them like
this was better, he though as he watched Robert kiss his brother's cheek
before releasing him and sitting down at the table.  Franklin followed and
Michael did, as well.  They began to eat, Michael starting first, wolfing
down the eggs he'd dished out for himself.
	"Slow down," Robert said to him, smiling.  "You'll make yourself sick."
	"I was thinking, what if we go somewhere this weekend?"
	Michael took the cue from Robert turning his head that their father was
talking.  His look was questioning until Franklin continued.
	"I was thinking we might go up to the cabin. Maybe bring along some videos
and just make a weekend of it."
	"That would be cool." Robert said with a nod.
	"We coul' even `op our own woo' `oo." Michael added with his own nod.  "It
`ill `e `ol' enough for `oo' `ight?"
	"Wood, Michael." Robert corrected, sounding the last syllable so that his
brother could see his mouth and the shape it took.  "You know like the wood
you get in the morning before you shower."
	The brothers smiled at the joke and Michael continued eating.  With the
trip decided, the rest of the meal went on and all three cleaned up the
kitchen afterward.  Robert looked out the window, still restless in this
small place and wondered if they were ever going to have some excitement.
His time with Elias was about as exciting as it got, really.  Nothing
against the guy, but there had to be more.  College wouldn't start for a
while and in the meantime, Robert thought of all the ways his life was
stalled.
	The thought of Elias and his morning fuck an hour or so ago brought a smile
to his face as he dried the dishes and put them away.  His ass was still
pleasantly sore and he knew how much he would miss those little jogs when he
started to school.  Turning away from the sink, he stripped off his shirt
and threw it into the nearby hamper just inside the laundry room door.  His
pants followed and he walked naked through the house to the den where he
sank into a chair, cocked his leg over the side and began to flip through
the channels on the television.
	Michael watched all of this, wiping the counter.  As his brother walked out
of the room, he cocked his head slightly to see the broad hips shift the
weight of that muscular ass back and forth.  Boy, the blond thought with an
inner smile.  If anything ever did happen between the two of them, that ass
would be the first place he would stuff his face into.  He wondered as he
watched Robert walk away, if there might be a way he could cause this to
happen.  It wasn't the first time he'd thought this.  It wouldn't be the
last.
	"Back to work for a while." Franklin said to Michael as he came out of the
laundry room, dressed in jeans and a tight t-shirt, a flannel shirt and
jacket atop them.  "I got a call from Davie and I need to make sure things
are alright.  You going to be okay?"
	The blond nodded, wringing the dishtowel out and hanging it.  With Robert
safely in another room, Michael put his arms around his father's neck and
pressed their lips together.  The kiss was deepened as Franklin opened his
mouth and accepted the tongue that was offered.
	"Be good." Franklin told his son, finally.  "I'll be back in about three
hours.  I just need to make sure things are alright."
	"Drive `are'ully." Michael said with a wave before closing the door.

	Robert settled on a serial show that he'd only mildly been interested in
and sank farther back in the chair to watch it.  He heard Michael come in
and instinctively flipped on the captions for him.  His younger brother lay
on the couch and watched the show with him, then.
	When the first commercial break started, Michael sat up on the couch and
looked at his brother, his folded, contorted, naked form in the chair.  The
silver nipple rings and the silver ring in his navel all glittered a bit in
the dim light of the room.  The fur on his brother was just like that on his
dad.  He wondered if it were softer since Robert was younger than their
father.
	"Do you need something?" Robert asked him, not understanding the sudden
movement of sitting up and the odd way his sibling looked at him.  "You
okay, Mike?"
	There was an affirmative nod.
	"What's wrong?" Robert asked, sitting up, bringing his leg down from the
arm.  "You don't look like everything's okay."
	"Dad is `one to `or'." Michael said, forgetting the k sound on "work".
	"Yeah?" Robert questioned, not knowing this.  "He'll be back soon, I'm
sure."
	"He said `ree hours."
	Robert looked at his brother for a long time.  There was something in
Michael that he'd never seen.  It was strange but definitely there.  The two
of them sat there, looking at one another for the longest time.  They didn't
say anything. Silence was heavy like iron when Michael stood up and crossed
the room to where his brother sat in the chair.  Still quiet, he slid to his
knees in front of the chair and looked up at Robert.  Warm hands slid up the
hairy legs and parted them.  Warm brown eyes met Robert's and Michael leaned
forward a bit more, his hands still on his brother's legs.  Without taking
his eyes from Robert's the blonde Chalice brother kissed the brunette on the
inside of his thigh and Robert sat perfectly still.
	"Michael, I don't think this is a good idea." Robert said to him, knowing
he had been understood.  "I don't think you should do this.  I don't think
we should do this."
	Silently, the mouth that had kissed his thigh moved up, kissing again the
bare skin.  Silken fingers moved along his opposite thigh and Robert felt
and saw his cock respond slightly by stirring atop his full and furry balls.
  Still locked onto his brother's brown eyes, Robert couldn't tear himself
away from those eyes even as they burned into his own.  He knew he needed to
stop Michael from going further but those lips and that scratchy-silk patch
of gold hair felt good against his flesh.
	"No, Michael," he forced himself to say as fingers dipped under his
ballsac.
	Even as he watched his brother's mouth move closer to his now-rising cock,
Robert heard the arguments against this in his head.  This was his brother.
They couldn't do what they were doing. Their father would find out somehow
and he would be furious! His brother's mouth felt SO good as it slid along
his leg, now.  Brothers didn't do this sort of thing.  If their father found
out, he'd beat them both for it.  Those lips were so soft and would feel SO
good around the head of his cock. Michael was younger than he was, he
shouldn't be doing this. Sex with strangers was one thing but this was
family.  Kiss me there, Michael, Robert concluded as the other thoughts died
away and his brother's dark pink lips were inches from his cockhead.
	"Yeah..." he said aloud as Michael's mouth opened for his cock.
	"BOYS!"
	The back door slammed as Franklin's voice rang through the house.
Startled, Robert flung himself from the chair, throwing a startled Michael
to the floor as he stepped over his brother to get to the door.  Michael
thought that something had happened as he watched his naked brother
practically sprint from the room.  Getting up, he followed Robert back into
the kitchen to see their father standing in the doorway.
	Franklin wore a smile.  "I just wrecked the jeep." He said, his smile
widening.
	"Uh, that's not good news." Robert said, a bit flushed.
	"Actually, it is. It was hit by a gas truck going way too fast." Franklin
said with another gulp of air.  "I've already been on the phone with Daniel
Stark and I think we're looking at some money here, guys."  He continued as
Michael came in.  "I'm going to take the car down to meet with him this
afternoon if you guys want to come along."
	Michael shook his head and Robert nodded.
	"We'll go to dinner in town, then." Franklin said, as if he hadn't seen
Michael's negative response.  "I don't want to celebrate yet but the officer
at the scene has ruled that the whole thing lays at the fault of the gas
truck driver. We might be getting a break after all, boys." He said,
clasping his boys to him, one in each arm.
	Michael regarded Robert but neither of them said anything.  They each just
hugged their father back.