Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2007 08:55:36 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: Chalice Men (Part 2)

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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

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	Thursday brought Franklin Chalice to court, leaving Michael to go to school
and Robert at home, cleaning out the small closet just off the kitchen.  The
gas truck's company had decided to settle out of court and David Stark had
assured them all that this was a good sign.
	Robert wore shorts only as he piled a stack of old newspapers beside the
door of the closet, making a mental note to throw them out.  Boxed junk
including old toys, broken bowls and other knick-knacks, bits of old
Christmas ornaments and a string or two of lights that didn't work were
packed there and waiting to be disposed of.  Toward the back of the closet,
small jackets that he and Michael had worn as younger boys hung.  He took
them down, checked the pockets and stacked them up, as well.  The closet was
just seeing enough room to stand in when Robert brought the small stool into
it and decided to tackle the upper shelves.
	A once-over brought him through the "keepers" -- those receipts and such
that his father had kept for the business, titles to the equipment he had
and other documents of importance were quickly reshelved and restacked so as
to not have to be gone through again until needed.
	It was on the second shelf that Robert found an old brown envelope with the
clasp bent shut and a wide piece of tape across it that he stopped his work
and sat down on the floor of the small space.  Not thinking twice, he sliced
open the taped end with a rounded fingernail and opened the thing.  Inside,
stacks of what were obviously photographs greeted his curiousness and he
took out a good-sized handful.
	What he saw on those photos stunned him into complete silence.  Easily
fifteen photos, one after another, showed his father in various states of
undress in front of a brilliant green background lit by several lights on
all sides and backlit with a green light that threw his figure into an eerie
green, as well.  Putting these aside, he looked into the envelope again for
more of the photos.  What he pulled out were more of the same.  The same
green lighting, the same varying states of undress and unmistakably, the
same man who had given him life in all of them.
	"Mother...fucker." Robert said, finally finding his voice as the final photos
revealed more of his father than he'd ever seen before.  "Dad's cock is
nice."
	The last few photos were of his father standing with his legs apart,
hefting up a nicely sized, hardened cock and smiling.  Robert's eyes
wandered the furry chest, the furry stomach and the hard cock that seemed to
pulse in the picture.  He'd never seen his father hard before and this was a
revelation to end them all.
	Robert sorted through the pictures again and picked twelve out of the lot
to keep.  Replacing the rest, he checked the envelope to make sure there was
no marking that would belie its content and then replaced the envelope,
taping this second one as the first had been.  Climbing onto the small
stool, he put the pictures back where they'd been.  There were other
envelopes that were as large as this one had been but there were no more
photos in any of them.  Somewhat disappointed, Robert took the last two
envelopes down to inspect them, expecting the same disappointment.
	The first of the eight by ten envelopes revealed his and Michael's report
sheets from their schools.  The second of the two was the jackpot.  Inside
it was a cover letter with the letterhead of "Daddies Magazine".  In regular
script was a nicely written form letter addressed to his father.
	"Thank you for your time Mr. Chalice," Robert read aloud.  "Your
complimentary issue of our magazine in which your photos appear is enclosed.
  Should you wish to model for us again, we would be pleased to have you
grace our pages any time you'd like.  Thank you again, the editors of
`Daddies' magazine."
	"Fuck." Robert said, re-reading the letter to make sure he'd read it right.
  "Daddies Magazine?"
	Looking back in the envelope, he slid the glossy magazine from it and
there, on the cover was his father! Franklin Chalice was dressed in a dark
suit with white shirt and brilliant green tie, holding a large goblet.
"Drink from his chalice," Robert read the bold, green words under his
father's picture.  "Fuck me." He exclaimed, thumbing through the magazine
until he found his father's photo spread.
	Franklin appeared on page thirty-two of the magazine.  The same dark suit
and brilliant blue tie gave way to a black leather jockstrap and finally to
nothing but his darkly furred body and glistening hard-on.  He had chosen
"Chance Chalice" for his name and it was emblazoned in effect-laden letters
on the last page beneath the "Daddies Magazine" slogan.
	"I can't believe my dad was in a porn mag." Robert said with a chuckle
before replacing the thing in its envelope and putting it with the pictures.
  "Michael will freak the hell out when I show him this stuff!"
	Replacing all the stuff that was to be replaced and taking the rest of it
into the garage to be brought to town to the consignment shops and local
charities, Robert swept out the closet and considered his job finished.
Washing his hands, he started the job of making dinner for his brother and
father, who would be home around the same time since his dad had told him he
would pick up his brother from school.  As he was drying his hands, the
phone rang and Robert slid it easily from the cradle to his ear as he took
out a pan and filled it with water.
	"Chalice residents, Robert here."
	"Hey there, Rob, my boy."
	"Elias, what are you doing?"
	Robert filled the pan and added some brussel sprouts, putting it onto the
stove.
	"Seeing what you were doing."
	"I'm making dinner. Dad and Michael will be home soon and I think we're
going to have another family night, to be honest."
	"Good news from the lawyer, then?"
	"I think so." Robert confided, putting the steaks from the refrigerator
into a skillet and adding heat.  "I'm really not sure. I've not talked to
dad since he left."
	"Am I going to see you on Monday?"
	"Me and my willing ass, you bet. Can I bring anything?" Robert responded
with a smile as he added spices to the steaks.  "Or are you bringing all I
need?"
	"I think I'll have it covered. That's all I was needing." Elias answered
before hanging up.
	"I just bet you will," Robert chimed as he continued with his work in the
kitchen.

	"Good day?" Franklin asked his son as Michael threw his stuff into the back
of the car and settled into passenger seat of the car.
	He nodded to his father as he fastened the seat belt and closed the door.
The car ride was nice and uneventful as they drove home and Michael took in
the scenery as he noticed the heavy clouds in the distance.  They looked a
little like snow but they were a good way away from the house.  He told his
father about his day, careful to stress d sounds and k sounds, remembering
to add them to his mental list.  It was hard to remember because he hadn't
heard them in so long.  Not since second grade when his hearing had begun to
fail, he remembered.  It had been gradual, his hearing loss and the sounds
of things like consonants just faded away, it seemed to him.
	"Your brother has been accepted into college." Franklin said as they
finished the last few feet of their driveway.  "He's excited."
	"Will `e `o in `e `all?" Michael asked, hitting the button on the visor to
raise the garage door.
	"I think so," Franklin answered, looking from Michael to the rising door.
"I see he got that closet cleaned out." He said to no one, in particular.
	Getting out of the car, Franklin let the door back down and in the dark,
sought out his younger son, taking him around the waist and holding him
tightly to him, his hand going under the boy's shirt.  With his mouth near
Michael's ear, he kissed there sweetly and with a pang of pain and regret,
he whispered something to his son, knowing he couldn't hear the words but
still needing to say them.
	"I wish you could hear me, son." He said, his eyes welling.  "I wish you
could hear me tell you how much I love you, son."
	Michael hugged his father in return, his own hands gliding along the
muscles of his father's back.  After the kiss to his ear, he rested his head
for a moment on his father's shoulder.  In the dark like this, there was
nothing but the two of them.  Nothing intruded on the two of them in the
dark.  No sign language, no lip-reading, no deafness, nothing but the dark,
and the two of them.
	"My baby boy..." Franklin whispered still.  "I love you so much, baby boy."
	"I `ove `ou, Daddy." Michael said, his voice still and quiet.

	Dinner was nice and conversational.  Franklin commented on the weekend
plans and the boys had agreed to attempt to go ahead with the trip.  The
court case involving the gas truck had one more day and it would most likely
be on Monday so the trip was still on and Michael seemed especially excited
as he went to finish his homework, leaving his brother and father to clean
up.
	"I think I need to tell you something," Robert said when his brother had
left the room.  "Michael came onto me the other afternoon."
	Franklin turned from the sink and regarded his son.  "What do you mean he
came onto you?"
	"He...came onto me."
	There was an awkward silence in the Chalice kitchen as Franklin put it
together in his mind what this might mean.  He looked again at his son and
turned back to the sink.  Cleaning the plates, he asked for the situation
and listened as his son relayed the story, keeping out the part about
dropping to his knees.
	"So, you think Michael's gay?" Franklin asked, drying and putting away the
dishes.  "That's not a bad thing, is it?"
	"No, I'm just saying he might want to talk to you about it."
	Franklin finished the dishes and looked at his son.  "And what about you?"
	"Me? What about me?"
	"You said he came onto you. You never said how you felt about it. About
another man coming onto you."
	"I didn't mind, really." Robert said with a half-smile.  "It was sort of
flattering to tell you the truth."
	And the conversation went this way for a few more moments.  Nothing heavy.
When they'd fully hashed out the scene and the implications, they both
retired to the den where Robert stripped off his shirt while his father lay
on the couch to watch television.
	"Might as well get rid of the rest." He said to his son with a smile.  "No
sense in doing it half-way."
	Robert shed the rest of his clothes and was about to sit in his chair when
he smiled at his father and asked if he could share the couch.
	"Sure." His father answered, moving over on the thing to give his son room.
	Robert lay down in front of his dad and raised his right arm to allow his
father's to wrap around him.  There was a comfort in this gesture that
Robert hadn't felt in a long while.  He relaxed completely then, his hand
sliding up over his dad's and sliding his fingers in between those over his
chest.  At first, he'd thought his dad would refuse him this but as he was
lying there, he was glad that he hadn't.
	"Is this weird?" Franklin asked his son.
	"No," Came the definite and truthful answer.  "Is it weird for you?"
	"Not that I can tell."
	"It would be if you touched my cock." Robert said, his voice dropping a
bit.
	There was a full moment of silence, save for the noise of the television.
	"Do you want me to touch your cock, Rob?"
	The answer didn't come, at least not verbally.  Robert moved the hand he
held down along his furry stomach, inch by slow inch.  Tension tightened in
the room as fingers grazed pubic hair.  Franklin didn't release his son's
hand.  He wanted to make absolutely certain that this was what his son
wanted.  Michael had made the same decision and he had never pushed anything
with Robert.  He was not into coercing people into anything and these two
people, especially.
	"Touch it, dad." Robert said, his voice almost a whisper.  "Just touch it."
	Robert moved his hips upward as his father's hand wrapped gently and slowly
around the hard rod that protruded from them.  As silent as a whisper, warm
fingers closed over Robert's dick and the slightest whimper of pleasure came
from his mouth.  Franklin leaned forward and kissed his son's bare shoulder.
	"Oh, son," he whispered, kissing him again.
	Robert moaned slightly as the fingers strummed his cock.  Franklin took the
lower half in his last two fingers, letting his third steady the head as his
index finger swirled around the head, rubbing in the copious pre-cum in
agonizingly slow motions.  Robert's mouth went slack with the feelings, his
cock throbbing with the sensations his father was causing in his body.
	"Oh...god." He whispered. "Oh...god...dad."
	In a moment of panic, Robert jumped up from the couch, his feet touching
the floor and shocking him back into the present.  He looked to his cock,
drooling pre-cum and to his father lying on the couch, his fingers still
silver from the same thing.  The nineteen-year old looked again from cock to
father and back once more before beginning to shake his head at what had
happened.
	"I can't." Robert said as his father swung around on the couch.  "I can't,
dad."
	Franklin stood and opened his arms.  Robert fell forward into them and they
closed around his cool frame. It sounded to the elder Chalice that his son
was crying and his heart sank into his stomach.  THIS was why he'd never
stepped to Robert.  He had never wanted to hurt either of his son's. He'd
never wanted to be standing here doing what he was doing.
	"I'm sorry, son," Franklin said, holding onto Robert.
	"No, don't be sorry." Robert said.  "I just can't do it like this."
	Robert pulled back for a moment and regarded his father.  "I don't want to
do it lying on the couch in the den. I'd rather do it...in bed...with you."
  	Before there could be any protest, Robert leaned forward and kissed his
father full on the mouth, his hands clasping Franklin's face to hold him
still.  The kiss was surface, lips on lips but the intensity went beyond
that.
	"Could we?" Robert asked when he pulled from the kiss. "Now?"
	Franklin took his son's hand and led him to the bedroom in question.  Going
inside, he closed the door and Robert's hands were on his shirtfront
immediately.  Buttons were freed and the shirt removed in record time.
Soon, Franklin and Robert stood naked, facing one another.  Son led father
to the bed and sat him down.  Before they could do anything more, Franklin's
hand on Robert's stomach stopped them both.
	"No, son." He said softly.  "Let me."
	Gently, Franklin put his son on the side of the bed and knelt down on the
floor in front of the bed, the carpet of the rug a gentle padding for his
knees.  With the same delicate fingers, he took his son's cock and began
again the same gentle stroking as before, on the couch.  This time, Robert's
entire body shivered as his cock throbbed.  Again, pre-cum oozed and
Franklin rubbed it into the head.
	"Have you ever tasted it?" he asked Robert, who shook his head.
	Bringing a silvery finger to his son's lips, he thrilled at the sight of
his son taking his own cum and the feeling of the tentative tongue on his
finger.  Robert's eyes fell on his and they looked at each other for a long
while.  Robert's hand slid down to his cock and lifted the shaft.
	"Have you ever tasted it?" he repeated, an obvious invitation in the air.
	Franklin took the rod from his son and lowered his head, his lips covering
the head tightly, sucking as he went down, causing Robert to moan deep in
his chest. By the time Franklin reached the dark pubic bush, his son was
shivering with the intensity of what was happening to him.  Repeating this
motion twice more caused the younger to twitch and buck his hips toward the
oral covering and twice more flooded Franklin's mouth with warm, sticky,
boy-cream.
Ramming his hips forward with the orgasm, Robert stuffed his cock into his
father's mouth, making sure he swallowed every bit of what he had to offer.
To further this end, his hand gripped his father's head to hold him there,
just as he had done many time with Elias.  Moaning loudly, he emptied his
load into his father's waiting mouth, humping against the lips and tongue
that pleasured him.
                    As the fire of his orgasm started to fade, Robert's
hands went slack and Franklin stood, then. He took his son's face into his
hands and tilted the boy's head back.  Opening his mouth a bit, he watched
as Robert did the same, obviously knowing what was to come. A thin sliver of
white cream spilled over Franklin's lips and streamed down onto his son's
face until his aim improved enough to spill the stuff into the waiting, open
mouth.  Like a father bird, he fed his son the full content of his own
orgasm and Robert took every drop!
                "Fucking hot," the well-fed son said when he'd swallowed.
"Kiss me."
                The two men kissed one another with a tentative passion.
Lips first, moving against one another, parting to allow thick wedges of
tongue to slide alongside one another.  With deep moans and panting,
Franklin pulled his son up onto the bed, pushing his legs apart with the
tops of his knees.  The thickness of cock against cock joined them, then.
Franklin's dick jumped at the contact of the again-hardness of his son.  The
kiss fueled more moans.
                  For the next hour, Franklin kissed his son.  As the
moments flicked by on the digital clock beside the bed, the man's mouth
started at the nape of his son's neck, traveled along the furry expanse of
chest muscle, down the plane of his stomach and dipped into the furred pubic
area before going down into the valley of thigh, the small knoll of knee and
over the ankle to kiss and tongue each round toe, in between them and back
up along the same path to his neck.  There, he continued to the ears, the
cheek, bridge of the nose, lips that were now parted and waiting to be
covered and mouth waiting to be filled with tongue.
                   "Turn over." He whispered to his son and leaned up to
allow this.
The next hour was spent exploring the "V" of his son's back and the thick
patch of hair there, the beautifully mysterious cleft of ass, the
slick-smooth slope of skin that led from the sweet pink hole to the rounded
ballsac, along the backs of thighs, down to the bend of the knee and again
to the feet that he worshipped for twenty minutes each. Robert seemed to
take special pleasure from this attention, enjoying the slick tongue sliding
between his toes and thrilling especially when his father's mouth sucked one
into his mouth and licked round and round it.
"Goddamn, dad..." he moaned repeatedly.
"Beautiful." Was the reply as the mouth slid along the back of the boy.
When Franklin covered his son, his cock lay in the trench of flesh created
by the two globes of his ass. The weight of his body held his son immovable
and his mouth traveled slowly between shoulder blades and along the neck to
nibble on each earlobe.  A thin film of sweat separated the two of them and
lubricated their moving back and forth against one another.
"Put it in me..." Robert whispered, attempting to push his hips toward his
father's cock.  "Just slip it into me."
"Not yet, son." Franklin said, rolling the two of them onto their sides.
"We don't want to do everything all at once, do we?"
Robert rolled over and faced his father.
"I love you, dad." He said, the words sounding odd and out of context.
"This isn't going to make things weird, is it?"
"I don't see why it should."
"Are you gay?" Robert said, reaching a hand out to stroke the long, dark
hair of his father.  "I mean...you know what you're doing. I just wondered if
you might be."
"Always have been."
"So, you and mom?"
"We were always good friends.  It just sort of made sense that we were
together.  I know that sounds strange but after she became pregnant with
you, we decided to get married." Franklin said, letting his right arm go
back behind his head as he rolled onto his back.  "We had Michael just after
we decided to separate.  Stranger, huh?"
"She knew about you?" Robert asked, his finger sliding along the silk of his
father's chest to the pit of his arm where the hair was thicker and a faint
smell of masculinity wafted out.
"She always knew."
Robert lay his head against his father's chest and felt the weight of the
arm close over his shoulder. This gesture brought a smile to his face and he
felt safe.  His own hand slipped along his father's stomach and under his
cock.  With a few strokes of his fingers, the thing began to fill and
stiffen.  He chuckled a bit before sliding his face along his father's
stomach, the three-day growth on his face causing his father to groan a bit
and comment on the sensation.
"Can I?" Robert asked, settling between his father's legs and stroking the
hairy columns with one hand while he lifted the cock with the other.
"Do you want to?" Franklin returned, sitting up on his hands and looking
down the plane of his body.  "You don't have to.  You don't have to do any
of this."
To answer, a mouth slid slowly down over the head of the man's hard cock and
a tongue flattened against its underside.  The boy's tongue dipped into
pubic curls as he reached the end of his oral journey.  Tightening his
mouth, he slipped back up and capped off his journey by slurping loudly
before repeating this.  Another trip down the shaft and Robert let his teeth
trail slightly, making his father shiver.  It was the fifth slurping,
sucking slide down the rod of his father's thick prick that he felt the
tensing of the body it was connected to.
"Oh, yeah, dad..." Robert said in a breathless tone.  "Cum for me."
"Jerk me, son..." Franklin responded, balling the sheets in his fists.  "Do me
good, boy. Jerk that cock, make me cum!"
Doing what he was urged to do, Robert began sliding his hand along the
column of his father's prick, increasing his tempo until finally in an
ear-splitting scream of pleasure tore into the air as a fountain of white
goo arched high into the air to land on the side of Robert's face!  Another
arc of white was caught by Robert's anxious tongue and the final one
splashed onto the full ballsac that had tightened in release.
"Mother -- FUCKER!" Franklin swore, letting his body fall back onto the bed.
"You swear you're okay with this?" Robert said, his finger running through
the mess on his face.  "If this is going to get even slightly weird, we
don't need to let it happen again, dad."
Franklin sat up and took hold of his son's hand.  He sucked the finger into
his mouth and cleaned it off.  Then, he leaned forward and kissed his oldest
son.  When the kiss had ended, he smiled.
"I just licked my own cum off my son's finger after dousing him in my cum.
It's going to be weird regardless, son." He said in small sounds.  "But if
you want to quit, I understand.  Especially after your being bothered with
Michael coming onto you."
"That was different. I don't want to make it complicated for him and me."
"And is this going to be complicated, son?"
"I don't think so but maybe we shouldn't tell Michael?"
"Do you want to keep it from him?" Franklin asked, swiping a finger along
his son's face and licking it off, too.  "Eventually, he's going to ask. We
don't tell secrets to strangers, son.  I think it would be alright to tell
him if it comes up."
"Okay, if it comes up," Robert relented. "But if he gets weird about it,
you're going to pay for the shrink."
"I think he'll be fine."
Robert kissed his father and got up out of the bed.  "I think I need to
sleep in my own bed. I don't want to announce this to Michael."
"Good night, son."
"Good night, dad."
Robert left his father's room and returned to the den to watch some show on
television.  He'd lain down and had only gotten passed the credits until
falling asleep, his father's cum drying on his face and a smile across his
lips.

Michael was the first one up the next morning and had already packed his
sleeping bag, extra coat and other incidental things for their trip by the
time his father and brother were even thinking of waking.  Depositing all of
this stuff by the front door, he went into the den to see his brother lying
naked on the couch, on his back with his right leg bent at the knee, his
left arm bent behind his head and a glorious morning erection.  From the
doorway, Michael saw the silvery strand of pre-cum that extended from the
head of the beautiful rod to the hairy leg it was propped on.
Crossing silently into the room, Michael went to where he was drawn and
knelt down on the floor beside the couch and looked his brother over from
disheveled head to perfectly rounded toe.  This beautiful, furry body just
begged to be touched and even more, begged to be worshipped as only a
younger brother could.  Before Michael could succumb to the urge to touch,
stroke and kiss his brother, he noticed the drying patch of something on his
face and knew exactly what it was from the way it spattered on him.  Cum.
He wondered briefly if it was his own and he imagined his brother shooting a
stream of the stuff up and over his chest, trying to catch it in his mouth.
Robert moved and Michael was startled by the movement.
The silver rings at Robert's nipples and navel glinted in the light and
Michael suppressed an urge to touch them with his tongue. Robert moved again
and this time, looked as if he might wake up. Michael stood and left the
den, leaving his brother and the desire associated with him lying on the
couch.
In the kitchen, he started making breakfast and wondering if his father was
awake, yet.  There were many ways he could think of to wake the man but
Robert was in the house and that was always a no-no when Robert was home.
His father had the same piercings that Robert did.  They were silver and
small and caused the same kinds of pleasurable reactions when pulled, he
imagined as he made pancakes.  Michael found his cock stiffening in his
pants and as he turned toward the fridge, he ran a hand along the front of
his shorts to stroke himself.
Opening the door, he took a small container of butter and one of yogurt and
put them both on the counter.  When he'd flipped the first of the pancakes,
an idea came to him and he took the top from the yogurt container and peered
inside at the creamy stuff. He swiped a finger into it and pulled the front
of his shorts down with his other hand.  Sparing a look toward the pan, he
saw that the newly added batter still sat there, not ready to be turned.
Reaching over, he turned the heat down to low and brought his shorts down in
the back to where the waistband caught just under his asscheeks with the
same hand.  The hand with the yogurt slid under his shaft and spread the
stuff along it.
With a slow and practiced hand, Michael began to stroke his cock with the
strawberry fresh yogurt, leaning back against the counter and closing his
eyes with the sensations that he provided himself with.  If only there were
enough of the stuff to lubricate his hole and slide in a few fingers, he
thought to himself as he spread his legs, allowing his shorts to fall a bit
more.  Finally, he let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them,
kicking them back a bit.
Still stroking his cock, he turned away from the doorway to face the wall,
his back to the countertop where he hopped up onto and dipped into the
container for more strawberry lube.  This time, a large glob of the stuff
came out and he threw caution to the wind, spreading his legs wide on the
counter and slathering his hot hole with the cool stuff.  It was a sensation
like he'd never felt as he stuffed some of the sweet stuff up his nice,
clean asshole.  His cock was forgotten by his other hand but twitched at
this latest sensation and oozed a large drop of precum onto his stomach.
Michael fingered his asshole and leaned back on one elbow, closing his eyes
and enjoying the sweet smell of the stuff an the warmth it turned into as he
used it for lube.  His legs were wide apart and he sat on the kitchen
counter, fingering his hot boyhole, not caring that his brother or father
could come in at any moment and he wouldn't hear them.
It was as this thought materialized in his head that Michael felt the
slickness of a thick intruder to his asshole and finger.  His eyes flew open
and his right leg fell forward, onto the shoulder of a kneeling man who had
slid his tongue into the yogurt-filled, fingered, asshole Michael was
playing with.
"Dad?" Michael questioned as the face slid forward and his ass was filled
with the thickness of tongue and the slight brushing of facial hair on his
tender flesh.
Meaty hands gripped the inside of his thighs and pushed them apart and
Michael leaned back on the counter, oblivious to the true identity of the
rimmer and not giving a damn.  A long, thick moan vibrated in his throat and
he knew he'd let it out as the tongue slipped deeper into him, licking the
sweet stuff he'd stuffed into himself and the mouth that fastened on him was
now sucking it out.
The hands pulled at his cheeks, opening him up.  He let another moan run
through him and spread his legs further, reaching over and opening the
cabinet door so that he could put his foot on the inside of it, spreading
himself open even more and using the cabinet for leverage.  He didn't look
down but felt slick fingers going inside of him and more of the cool,
slippery yogurt being worked into his warm ass.  Keeping his hands to his
sides, Michael let the feeling of the mouth and fingers wash over him and
fantasized that the one doing all this to him was Robert.  In his mind, it
was Robert's anxious mouth that slid in and out of his asshole.
Hard fingers dug into his thighs to push them further apart and to pull him
forward a bit on the counter top.  Michael could feel himself growing closer
to spewing his morning load all over himself as the probing tongue wedged
its way deeper inside of him.  His cock jerked a bit and he resisted the
urge to take it in hand.  Letting his head fall back completely, he slid his
eyes closed and let his mouth open.
A warm mouth slid up his ass and onto the head of his dick, swallowing it.
Michael could picture Robert's mouth doing this.  His brother was the mouth
at his cock, in his mind.  Robert's warm mouth was sucking him off and he
was enjoying it.  As the teeth scraped lightly along the shaft, Michael
imagined Robert wincing at the thought of possibly hurting him brother and
Michael was quick to assure him that hadn't been the case.  The fantasy
unfolded in Michael's mind as the hot mouth fastened on the base of his
prick and sucked hard as it pulled upward.
A slick finger slipped into his ass and worked in and out, lubed by the
yogurt that was equally as warm by now.  The hand on his inner thigh moved
to work his balls, massaging them and rolling them around in the palm of it.
  Those same hard fingers now pressed into him, coaxing his morning load.
"Uh..." Michael moaned a bit as the orgasm threatened him again.  "oh...uh..."
The mouth worked harder, sucking harder at the cock.  The finger worked the
asshole faster and the other hand pulled and tugged at the cum-full balls.
Soon, Michael was squirming all over the counter and the hand at his balls
had to leave them to cover the boy's mouth as he started to moan.  Michael
moaned deeper as his hips bucked a bit and he gripped the side of the
counter and almost shoved his foot through the cabinet as his orgasm took
over his young body!
Warm, slick semen surged up the shaft of his cock and emptied into the
warmer, wetter mouth that had attached itself to him.  In Michael's mind's
eye, it was Robert that now sucked up his cum and swallowed hard, the action
massaging another jet of the stuff from him.  When Michael slumped back onto
the counter and the hand that had been covering his mouth slipped away, he
imagined Robert standing and wiping the cum from his mouth and smiling that
half-smile he'd inherited from his father.
The hand went to his face and rubbed his cheek and Michael knew he'd not
just cum in his brother's mouth but had, instead, served his father his
morning breakfast.  He wasn't disappointed but the fantasy faded with this
gesture.  Slowly he sat up to see his father wiping his mouth with a nearby
napkin and then turning to the stove to flip over the very brown pancake
that still cooked there.  He smiled at his son and mouthed the words, "you
need to put your shorts back on after you've cleaned up the counter."
Michael swiped at his ass and the warm yogurt still oozed there.  He took
the wad of napkins and wiped himself up before doing the same to the
counter, placing the rest of the yogurt into the trash and going to shower
before breakfast, leaving his father to salvage the meal for them.
In the shower, Michael wondered why he suddenly had this plan to seduce his
brother.  Yes, he'd thought of sex with Robert but nothing as strong as what
he was feeling, now. Soaping himself and letting the hot water roll off of
him, he thought that maybe it was the extension of the feelings he had for
his father.  Robert resembled their father a great deal and even had the
same piercings.  Maybe, Michael thought with a smile as he fingered his ass
to make sure it was clean, I'm just one horny fucker and having one man do
me on a regular basis isn't good enough for me.
When he was clean, he turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping a towel
around his waist and checking his reflection quickly as he ran fingers
through his hair and smoothed out the soul patch beneath his lip.  Yeah, the
last deduction had to be the right one.  His ass twitched at the thought of
having it plugged and it didn't really matter if it was his hard-cocked
father or his tight dicked brother.
Dressing in jogging pants and a pull-over sweatshirt, he slipped on some
socks and shoes and went back to where his father was now sitting with his
brother at the table, both of them shirtless, hairy, and pierced with silver
in all the right places.  Michael smiled at them as he took his seat and
forked some of the pancakes his father had finished making.
"So, are you ready to leave?" His father asked him and he nodded between
mouthfuls of food.  "We're going to head up after breakfast if that's
alright?"  Again, Michael nodded.
"It's just us, right?" Robert asked, swallowing milk.
"Actually, I've extended the invitation." Franklin said as he sipped his
coffee.  "I was talking to your uncle yesterday afternoon and he said he was
free for the weekend, too. I thought it might be nice if we invited him
along, too."
"He's no' `ringin' a `irl'riend is he?" Michael asked, his "h" sounds
clearer than usual.  "This is `uy's `eekend, Dad."
"No, there aren't any women." Franklin smiled at his youngest and finished
his coffee.  "So, any problem with leaving after breakfast, guys?"
"Not that I can think of," Robert said with a shake of his head.  "I'll get
the dishes done and put up if that's good."
Franklin stood as Robert turned toward the sink.  Looking at Michael, he
smiled and mouthed, "thanks for breakfast, son" to which Michael smiled back
and nodded, finishing his own.
"I'm going to get the car packed, boys." Franklin announced.  "I can't wait
to get out of this house and into a new surrounding.  This is going to be a
great weekend."