Date: Tue, 10 Jan 2006 20:38:59 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: McKenzie Men Part 1

This story is Fictional - and involves men of the same family in sexual
situations.  All participants are of legal age and the sex is consensual -
nothing forced.  Any comments can be sent to: xangel@hotmail.com.  Thanks
for reading.

              My name is Jared McKenzie.  I stand just under six feet with a
rather trim body for my forty-five years.  I have green eyes, red hair and a
dusting of the same all over my body.  I keep a goatee and sideburns.  About
seven years ago, my wife and I divorced over some issues we weren't able to
resolve between us and I got uncontested custody of my boys, Sean and Kyle.
They're a year and a half apart and both of them resemble their mother in a
lot of ways.  Sean, the older, is tall with the same strawberry blond hair
and fair skin but with my green eyes.  Kyle is younger with all of the same
features but a bit darker and his eyes are blue.  They're both wonderful
boys.
	My brother, Micah, lives with me.  He's been a constant support since the
divorce and helps out tremendously with the boys.  He and I own our own
catering service and we do really well.  We're an open family and
communicate well.  No real problems.  I know my boys pretty well.
	Or I thought I did.
	I came home early on a Thursday.  The boys were still at school and Micah
was minding the store.  Quiet always suited me and with four people in the
house, I had to take my quiet where and when I could get it.  Opening the
door to the modest two-story white house that I was proud to say I owned, I
was greeted with the kind of quiet I liked.  No loud music blaring, no
whirring of a kitchen item, just peaceful, blissful quiet.  Taking a shower
in this atmosphere was heaven.  Once I was clean and refreshed, I lounged on
the couch completely naked and with no shame.
	The remote turned on the television, all I had to do was push the button.
The same remote started the VCR.  I was ready to finish the movie I'd
started last night before falling asleep on the couch.  There was a bit of
snow -- something I didn't remember being on the movie.  I continued to
watch.  Imagine my surprise when I saw a camera shot of my own bedroom...and
my own bed.
	Sean, my oldest, knelt on the bed in his underwear, laughing at the
cameraman.  I watched as he lay back on the bed, his taunt body bending and
stretching as he did.  The trail of golden red hair that led from his
underwear to the nice patch of hair on his chest glinted in the low light of
the bedroom lamp.  He smiled at the camera and ran a lazy hand down his
stomach.  His four fingers slipped into the waistband of his underwear and
his thumb caught on the outside as his smile widened.
	"What do you want me to do now?"  He asked.
	I was even more surprised when another body obscured Sean's entire person
for a moment and then moved to the foot of the bed.  This newcomer was
completely naked...and male.  Sean laughed as this new person straddled his
body and leaned down to kiss him, it seemed.  He was up, then and kneeling
on the side of the bed and the new person drew in close for a moment before
leaning back and lying on the bed.  I was absolutely stunned to see my
youngest, Kyle, reaching for his brother's cock -- which stood at full-salute
-- and start licking the head of it.  After a while of this, he knelt on the
bed and the boys kissed.  It was light at first but soon became deeper as
Sean grabbed his brother's head and held his face to him.  I couldn't
believe this was happening.
	The boys kissed one another for a long five minutes, the numbers on the VCR
counting down for me.  Sean's hands roamed Kyle's body and Kyle's mouth
roamed Sean's hairy little body.  The boys traded off sucking one another.
Sean's mouth fastened on his brother's hard cock and he lapped up one side
of the shaft and down the other.  Kyle moaned long and loud as Sean's mouth
held him.
	The boy's moved then.
	Sean's body lay prone on the bed while his sibling climbed atop him.
Kyle's face told the story of what was happening to him.  His positioning on
the bed and the occasional glimpse of the beautiful pink tip of his cock
head told me that Sean's tongue was up his ass and licking him for all he
could.  Kyle's moaning and groaning was obviously having the desired effect
because Sean's body started bucking up against his brother's.  Kyle's mouth
soon returned the oral favor as he fastened his mouth on his brother's
prick.
	Sean's muscular body began to thrust into the air, forcing his cock down
his struggling brother's throat and I could swear I saw a tear...more than
likely from the strain of taking a dick in such an awkward position.  The
boys pleasured each other for an additional twenty minutes, again according
to the VCR counter and I had watched every minute of it.  The snow that
began the tape cut off any further action between my sons.
	I looked down into my lap and saw that my own cock was throbbing and oozing
precum like a small fountain was overflowing.  This had turned me on beyond
anything I'd seen or felt in a long while.  Taking the remote, I rewound the
tape to the beginning and left it in the machine.  Surely, they would
remember it being in there and take it out.  I didn't want to give any
indication that I'd seen this...yet.  I needed to see how far this had gone
and I also needed time to think about what to do about all of this.
	I went upstairs to their room.  Things were pretty neat, as they always
were but there were piles of clothes here and there that I expected.  I
looked in the desk they shared and found nothing.  A search of the dressers
turned up the same thing and then I found their stash.  It was a small
lock-box on the top shelf of the closet.  Since I'd given them this box, I
had a key.  Opening the thing was simple.
	Inside, I found a stack of pictures.
	The first picture was of Sean.  He was standing in front of a brick wall
where the shadow fell heavily and I recognized it as the back of our own
house.  He wore a baseball shirt and pants and a hat.  He stood with the
jersey open and his left hand inside it.  It was quite sexual.  The next had
him standing slightly off-center and the shirt had fallen open a bit more to
reveal his left nipple clamped tightly between his thumb and forefinger.
>From the pleasured look on his face, he was enjoying himself.  The next
picture was of him standing without a shirt on with one hand still clamped
to his nipple and the other one down the front of his pants.  Damn but he
was a hot little guy in these pictures.  His stomach was tight and muscled
with a dusting of gold hair all over it.  His nipples were pert, full and a
light shade of pink.  His right one was pierced and a silver ring hung
daintily from the outstretched nub.
	Flipping through the pictures, I found some of Sean naked, his legs spread
far apart and a finger slid into his asshole.  He was holding his cock and
smiling as if it were the most normal thing in the world for him to be
sitting like this.  I noticed how hairy his legs were, as the next one was
of him with his legs high up in the air and pushing his cock through the "V"
they made.  The pictures looked like something from a porno magazine.  I
wondered where he'd gotten the idea.
	Also in the box was a videotape.  Another one.  Taking it out, I slid it
into their VCR and hit the Play button.  I was greeted with another field of
snow and when it cleared, I was so shocked by what I saw I had to sit down.
	Kyle was lying on his back, smiling down at his brother, who was slobbing
the hell out of his impressive knob.  A careful hand held the back of his
brother's head and guided slowly the mouth that obviously gave him so much
pleasure.  He was encouraging Sean with every word.  And what words they
were, too.
	"Fuck yeah, Sean...suck me, bro!"  He coaxed, pulling hard at his ringed
nipples.
"Deeper, bro...deeper.  Suck it up, baby..."   He said, running his hands
through his brother's already messed-up hair and holding tight as he arched
his hips up, forcing himself into the mouth fastened on him.
	Damn but the boys were really going at each other in a few more frames.
Sean's mouth sucked Kyle's cock with a merciless power and Kyle did the
same.  The sixty-nining of my sons was giving me a heavy hard-on and I took
a guilty pleasure at stroking my own cock through my pants.  Damn...
	I noticed on the VCR what time it was and I knew I had to get back to work.
  On a whim, I went to my room and got a blank cassette, unwrapped it and
replaced it with the sex tape I'd been watching.  Taking the one of my sons,
I took it to my room and unwrapped another new cassette.  Putting them into
the pair of VCRs I had set up for dubbing, I hit "play" on the tape of my
sons and "record" on the other.  The first couple of minutes of this scene
had me hard again and I had to flip off the television.  Locking my bedroom
door, I headed off to work.
	I couldn't get the scene out of my head, though.  It occupied me for the
next four and a half hours.  As we were closing for the night, I was still
thinking about my youngest son lying on his back with his muscular legs
spread wide and his equally muscular cock buried in the throat of his
brother.
	"What the hell's with you?"
	I turned to see Micah staring at me and pulling the tie from his hair to
let it fall around his shoulders.  He had a cocked eyebrow and a half-smirk
on his face.  I just returned the stare for a moment before looking down to
see my hand covered in pink icing that I'd unconsciously squeezed out of the
bakery sleeve it was in.  I smiled and laid it down, licking the stuff off.
	"Sorry, I was daydreaming."  I told my brother as he shook out his long
auburn hair and smoothed down the mustache and goatee that were the same
color.
	"From the looks of things, it was a good dream."  Micah smiled and nodded
to my crotch as he took over the frosting of the cake I'd been working on.
	"Fuck."  I breathed, bracing myself on the table.  "I have to tell you
something."  I told him with a half-smile.  "I don't know what to make of it
and I don't know what to do about the whole thing."
	"You're gay."  Micah said with a hand on his chest and a wide-eyed look.
	"You are too, ya fuck."  I said, shoving playfully at him as I wiped my
hand off.  "No, it's not about any of that, really, but it is in a way.
It's about the boys."
	"Sean's gay, too, isn't he?"  Micah answered, matter-of-factly.
	"Why would you say that?"
	"He's been acting strange."  My brother said.  "He was watching me shave
the other day and asking all kinds of questions about Pete and me.  He was
asking me how we met, what we did on the first date, that sort of stuff.  It
was just odd."
	"I think that he's gay, alright."
	"What makes you so sure?  He's asking about you, too?"
	"Well...he and Kyle have been messing around with the video camera and..."
I started and waited for a long moment.  "They made a video of the two of
them...blowing each other."
	"No shit?"
	"No shit."  I answered with a half-smile.
	"Was it hot?"  Micah surprised me.
	After the longest moment with my brother since we were kids, I looked up at
him and the smile broadened across my face.  I chuckled a little and told
him that I was recording it at home even as we were talking about it.
	"Fuck me..."  He said with a smile of his own.  "The apple doesn't fall far
does it, bro?"  He said, stepping toward me, laying the frosting sleeve on
the table.  "What does he look like, our Sean?"
	"Like you."
	"Handsome and hung, huh, big bro?"  Micah growled, his hands going to the
front of my shirt and undoing the first button.  "It got you hot, didn't
it?"
	"Fuck yeah."  I said, letting his deft fingers release the buttons until he
could take it off me.  "Just like you always have."
	Micah's hands removed my shirt and I took in a breath as he fingered my
nipples.  He always knew how.  He knew exactly how to do me in a way that
hardened every part of my body.  The thoughts of my sons slipped away as my
own brother's lips touched mine and parted them with his tongue.  My own
slid along with his and massaged it.  I moaned a little from instinct and a
lot from passion.  His skin was hot against my hands as I pulled his shirt
off.  His hairy chest gleamed in the light of the room and I took my time in
running my fingers through it.
	The sensations that ran through my head were heightened by the thoughts
that my sons had done just this very thing at one time.  I don't know why
that made any difference but for some reason, it did.
	"Climb up on the table."  Micah said, taking my pants off for me, leaving
me naked and hard as hell.  "Show me that ass."
	I did what he wanted.  After I'd been stripped naked, shoes and all, I
pushed the frosting bowl and it's contents to the side.  I pushed the other
things aside so that I could mount the table and spread my legs,
comfortably.  I took hold of my left ass cheek with my left hand and
balanced myself on my right.  I pulled my ass open and looked behind me to
where my brother stood admiring me.
"You're always so clean and ready..."  He said to me, licking his lips.  "What
a sweet and tasty treat you'll make."
I watched him over my shoulders, turning my head back and forth to follow
his movements.  He took a large, unused frosting bag and filled it with the
pink stuff he'd been using to do the cake that I'd moved out of our way.  He
capped it with the funnel-shaped tip and squirted just a bit onto his
finger.  I knew what he was planning to do and I had to hold myself together
to keep from squirming from anticipation.  I turned back around and laid my
head on the counter-top-like surface and took in a gentle breath as I felt
Micah's hand sliding down my back.
"Yeah, brother mine, nice and sweet for me."  He crooned, his voice
caressing me like his hand was.  "So...fucking sweet."
And that's when I felt the tip of the frosting bag enter my asshole.
Micah pushed and I felt my hole opening.  The more he pushed it into me, the
further my hole opened under the stainless steel invasion.  I held the other
side of the small table and spread my legs a bit wider.  My brother's free
hand rubbed my right asscheek and I warmed with the pleasure.  He'd used the
longer tip and it went in a bit more than the normal ones would have.  I
felt every inch of the three inches and when it was fully inside of me, I
moaned long with the pleasurable sensation that made me shudder with want of
what was going to happen next.
"Like that, Jared?"
"Oh, yeah."  I practically came with the thought of what was going to happen
next.  "You're going to fill me up, aren't you, little brother?"
"You're damn right I am."
I felt the oozing of the frosting into my ass.  It felt like someone was
cumming in my hole in a warm stream, filling me up with sweetness.  I
squirmed back toward the source, wanting more in me.  I knew it wasn't a lot
but the sensation was awesome.  As the funnel was pulled out, I clenched my
ass muscles to hold in the sticky stuff.  My brother voiced an admiration of
my talents and I smiled.
"Now, my favorite bit."  He said and I heard the slight clatter of the thing
being put down.  "Open up, brother.  Got to get you all cleaned out again."
I felt the warmth of his mouth first.  The breath caught in my throat as I
felt him blowing softly on my aasshole as I relaxed it.  The tip of his
tongue coaxed a tiny moan from me.  I held tightly to the side of the table
and the moan increased in intensity when Micah hot mouth clamped over my
hole and his tongue began to scoop daintily at the pink frosting filling my
ass.  I was writhing like a hot poker had been jammed up there and that's
exactly what the fucker felt like, probing in small circles and sucking
gently with his lips.
"GODDAMMIT, Micah..." I swore with pleasure.
"You want me to stop, J?"  He teased, bringing his mouth away from me but
fingering me gently, smearing my outer assring with the pink confection.
"Cuz I can eat this stuff straight out of the bowl and save us both the
trouble."
"NO!" I shouted, unsure of why I shouted.  Maybe some of me thought he might
do as he said.  "Don't stop...lick my ass clean, baby brother."  I instructed,
reaching for his head to replace that tongue.
I felt the first stirrings of pleasure return to my cock as my brother's
talented torturing tongue returned to my tight ring of nerves.  As he licked
flat-tongued along my hole, my prick twitched excitedly.  When he stabbed
into the center of it, my dick throbbed long and hard and I had to take
things in hand...oozing precum all over the counter as I did.
"Mmmmm...ugh..."  Micah moaned from behind me, matching my own.  "Your ass is
sweet without all this."  He said, taking a small breather as he leaned back
and started running his rough hands over the twin globes of my ass.  "That
stuff leaking out from between your legs is even sweeter...give us a taste,
Jared."  He told me, slipping a probing thumb into my well-lubed ass.  I
brought a finger covered with pre-cum to his lips and he moaned again.  "So
sweet."  He said, dreamily as he sucked my finger.
"You can taste the real thing..." I offered, rolling onto my back.  I did it
slowly so that his thumb never left me.  Smiling and raising my legs into
the air, I pointed my hard dick at him.  "All you want.  It's got a creamy
filling, too.  Give it a lick."
Micah's eyes narrowed a bit and he swiped a finger into the icing bowl
again, smearing its contents on the underside of my cock.  Lucky for me, he
had a sweet tooth and never got tired of frosting and such.  Leaning over
me, he latched my legs onto his broad shoulders and smiled back at me.  His
tongue swiped over the head of my dick and his eyes never left mine.  He
smiled broadly as his thumb worked deeper into me.  I was on the verge of
writhing under him.
"You know how long it's been since I sucked your cock?"  He said, taking my
thick stalk into his hand.  "A good, long, hard-tonguing, spit-flowing
cock-sucking of my big brother's firm rod?"
"Two days..." I began as he lowered his head and took the mushroom cap into
his mouth.  "Six hours..." I continued as he swallowed the first two inches.
"Forty-six minutes..."  I went on, watching as he took all of me into his warm
mouth.  "And thirty six seconds."  I finished, moaning LONG as he
deep-throated my shaft.
He shook his mouth on my dick and nosed my pubes as he moaned.  The
sensation was powerful, to say the least.  I shuddered twice and gripped his
strong shoulders.  It was wracking me and I was writhing under him.  His
mouth made passionate love to my aching dick but it wasn't enough.  I was on
fire with wanting and when I wanted Micah, very few things could satisfy me.
"Please do it all?" I moaned, feeling my brother's index finger under my low
hanging balls responding to my request.  "Hell yesssss." I hissed, the
finger tracing along the ridge of skin to my asshole and massaging the tight
muscle ring.  "God, Micah..." I moaned, moving my hips up to his mouth.
Micah worked his mouth down to my ass, tonguing the hole for a long minute
before affixing his lips to the thing, sucking tightly against it.  His
teeth held the tender skin and tongued it.  It was making me crazy, to say
the least.  My brother had been pleasing my body for the better part of our
lives and he knew what worked and what REALLY worked.  This was one of the
latter things.  After long, slow motions with his fingers along my balls,
his tonguing of me increased and I felt the intensity through my whole body.
  Micah's moans were plain and loud and I held onto the hair I could reach,
forcing him to push deeper into me with his tongue!
"JESUS!" I swore.  "Fuck me, Micah...fuck me for real.  Plug my ass with that
fuckstick between your legs.  Please, for God's sake, fuck my hole...now!"
Micah stood up and smiled.  I knew what he was going to do.  He reached
forward with one hand and slipped his arm under my head, bringing his mouth
to mine.  His tongue swirled along mine as his cockhead brushed my still wet
hole.  I watched my brother's smile widen as he slipped into me with
practiced ease.  Every nerve in my asshole woke up then and screamed with
pleasure.  My legs tightened around his waist and I moaned around my
brother's tongue -- which was now probing my mouth.  As I felt his tongue
wrap around mine, I felt the fullness of his cock in my ass and I was in
heaven.  I knew what would come next...me!
My cock throbbed as Micah's burly body moved up and over me as he got into
position to fully fuck the hell out of me.
His cock filled me and I was moaning louder.
"Give it to me, baby!" I told him, clutching at his back.  "Really fuck me,
bro!" I coaxed as he obliged.
His cock tore into me over and over, his hips thrusting wildly and his arm
cradling my neck as his mouth worked my neck over.  I encouraged him with my
hips arching up to meet him and my words pushing him.
"Fuck me, Micah!" I begged.  "Fuck me hard with that big, beautiful cock up
my tight ass.  It's been so long since you've done me good and I need it!"
My brother's prick spasmed and I knew he was close.  My own cock throbbed in
time with his fucking and I knew what would happen if he slowed a bit...just a
bit.  I put my hands on his chest and kissed him, slowing his hips a
bit...that special second or two that would make all the difference.
"Go to it, man!" I said, then.  "Fuck the living shit out of my asshole!
FUCK me, Micah...do it, motherfucker!  FUCK ME!"
Like a bull racing toward the homestretch, Micah's hips began moving back
and forth like a well-greased jackhammer and his beautiful manhood plowed me
good and hard.  I spread my legs wide and he grunted loudly as his hands
held my head and shoulders.  His body was sweaty and slick and as he ground
into me, the slickness oiled up my own dick -- now pressed between our
stomachs.  I knew what was coming as he moaned loud and hard in my ear...he
was!!
I felt the first of three long, hot and steady streams of hot cum scorch the
inside of my ass, then!  The second burst caused him to press himself
tightly to me and my own cock joined him in the third wave, coating the two
of us with my warm goo.
"Goddamn, don't stop, Micah!" I moaned against him as he slowed his hips a
bit.  "Push it up me, boy-o.  Fill my hole with your sweet cream filling!"
"Fuck, baby."  He returned, his mouth kissing my neck.  "You fucking pull it
out of me every goddamned time..."
"Oh, yeah." I told him, kissing his lips with a passion I still felt for
him.  "You know, Phillip is one lucky fucker."
Soon after the two of us had cleaned up with some spare aprons and dressed,
I was on my way home in my car with Micah promising to come home soon after
he picked up Phillip from work.  Between the frosting and Micah's hot load,
I was anxious to shower but I was even more anxious to get home and see the
rest of the tape.