Date: Sun, 24 Nov 2013 18:37:53 -0600 From: Jim 002 Subject: Mike and Hank 2 Mike and Hank By jim002@outlook.com Copyright 2013 by jim002@outlook.com Please donate to nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is fiction. None of the characters are based on real people. Two I woke up in Mike's arms. I was warm and happy. Almost magically, I had the man of my dreams and he had me. I could feel Mike's erection. I wanted it. I carefully got out of his arms. He was up late and might want to sleep. I slid down under the covers and looked at his cock. I thought it was.wonderful. I thought it was perfect. I don't want you to think I meant I really liked it. It went way beyond that. I think that if I had seen it first, I would have loved whoever it belonged to, just to be near it. The man could be fat, old, or ugly. With that cock, I would be happy. I wondered if I was in love with it. Was it possible? I kissed it. "I love you," I said softly to it. I heard Mike chuckle. I moved up on the bed and lay next to him. "I know I'm silly, but I do love him." Mike grinned at me. "Well, I think he is the most best looking dick in the world," Mike said, grinning. "I agree completely. I don't understand why Mom never mentioned him." Mike laughed. "I bet she wanted to kiss him all the time." Mike laughed harder. "Oh, yeah. I had to scrub it to get the lipstick stains off it." We both laughed. Then he kissed me and I forgot about everything else. "I love you, baby." "I love you, Mike." "Do you love me as much as you love my dick?" I thought about it for a second and he laughed. Someone began pounding on the door. "What the fuck?" Mike said. He got out of bed and put on briefs. He walked out of the room while I put on a pair of shorts. I walked to the living room. Mike opened the door. "Happy birthday!" a man said. He looked like Mike, but he was older. It had to be his father. "I didn't think you would be here, but I saw your truck." He looked at me. "Good lord. Is this gorgeous young man Tommy?" the older man asked. He was very handsome. He did remind me of Coach Morelli, only he was better looking. I got an immediate erection. I wondered if he was going to flirt with me. From what Mike said, I could expect groping after the flirting. "Dad, this is Tom. Tom, this is my father, Hank." I held my hand out. "I never thought I would meet you," Hank said. "Mike, you said he was cute." "He is cute!" "It's a massive understatement. No wonder I couldn't get you to talk about anything else." I was embarrassed. And he didn't let go of my hand. "What?" "Mike has told us all about you. How he dated your mother to get close to you." "Dad!" Mike said, irritated. "What? You must have told him how you felt. Did you tell him about jacking off while you watched him sleep?" "Dad!" I could see Mike was getting angry. "Mike, I watched you jack off while you thought I was sleeping. What's the big deal? It isn't a secret anymore," I said. Hank took me in his arms. My dick got very hard. He pressed his face next to my neck. He licked behind my ear. I groaned. Then I felt his hand on my cock. He was a fast worker! That was the groping, but I was expecting a bit more flirting! He pulled away to grin at me. "I hope I had something to do with this," he said, as he rubbed my erection. "Uh." I thought I was as shocked as I could get. Then he leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. I felt his tongue on my lips. I opened my mouth and Hank thrust his tongue inside it. I moaned as we kissed. He took my hand and placed it on his erection. I squeezed it, as we kissed. Thirty seconds after we met, we were French kissing and groping each other. I am ashamed to admit, it never even occurred to me to pull away or resist. It was as if Coach Morelli tried to make out with me after P.E. class. How could I resist something I wanted so much? While we kissed, Hank unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He put my hand on it and I began stroking his cock while we kissed. I was shocked, but I was also enjoying it. Hank pulled away. "I like him!" he said to Mike. Mike laughed. I was in shock. "But you said he was kind of shy, and he is already jacking me off," Hank said. I stopped. "Oh, god! I'm sorry, Mike!" I said. "You don't need to apologize. My father may need to, though. To you." I looked at Hank. "No. He doesn't need to." Hank grinned at me. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I want you to make me come, baby. Will you do that? Right now? My cock looks just like Mike's. You can suck me while you pretend you are sucking him." I gulped. Mike said Hank could have sex with someone an hour after meeting them. I doubt it took more than fifteen minutes! But then again, if they hated the idea to begin with, it would take longer. Hank happened to be just my type. I mean I had been wanting to have sex with a man like him-like Coach Morelli, for a couple of years. "You've got my cock so hard, Tommy. I need you to take care of it, baby." I looked at Mike. He was grinning. "Let me talk to Tom in private." Mike took my arm and we walked to his bedroom. He closed the door. "Are you OK?" "Yeah. I'm just in shock!" Mike laughed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't laugh. There is something I need to tell you about my father." "What?" "He is not shy." I laughed for a long time. Mike joined in. "No. I sensed that somehow." "Are you angry at him?" "No. Are you angry at me?" I asked. "For what?" "Kissing him and stroking him." "Oh, no, Tom! No! I'm glad you two like each other." "Really?" Mike sighed. "Do you want to have sex with him?" "No." "Be honest. You had a dazed, happy look on your face," Mike said. I laughed. I didn't doubt it. "I know I shouldn't." "Why shouldn't you?" I looked at Mike. "I figured you wanted a monogamous relationship. Don't you?" Mike looked like he was thinking. "Here is how I feel. Having as much sex as you want with my father, doesn't make me feel you are cheating on me. He's my father. You are making him happy. Does that make any sense?" "I guess so." "Plus, we look alike, so I expected he would appeal to you. I knew you would love his cock, because you love mine. You will like the taste of his cum, too. It tastes like mine." "So you really don't care?" "Tom, I care a lot. I want both of you to be happy. I think you will both be happier if you have sex with each other. I will join in. We can have a lot of fun. You are irresistible to my father. I would imagine he is jacking off right now, thinking about you. Do you want him to jack off alone, thinking about you?" "No. Mike." "Then everything is perfect." Then Mike sighed. "I hope this doesn't upset you, but I have had sex, including three-ways with my father many times." "Wow! Really?" "Yes. Are you disgusted?" "Do I look disgusted?" "No. And you are hard," Mike said, as he rubbed my dick. "I've sucked him and he has fucked me." Mike continued feeling me."I guess you are OK with that, your dick is very hard." Mike pulled my shorts down and I stepped out of them. He stroked my dick. "When I was your age, Dad and I were having sex three or four times a day." I groaned. "Damn, baby! You like that! Your dick is even harder." "It's hot, Mike." "Do you want to watch me suck him?" he asked me. "Yes, Mike." "Will you let my father fuck you?" I gulped. "Yes, Mike." "Are you sure you want him to fuck you?" "Yes." "Good. Let's tell Dad the good news." "I still feel so guilty." "Well, don't. I would rather he had sex with us than get arrested again for public indecency." "He got arrested?" "Twice, at gloryholes. After the third offense, jail time is mandatory." Mike smiled at me. He opened the door and we walked back into the living room. Hank was naked. His cock was stiff, he was very hairy, and like Mike had said, in very good shape. I couldn't see his abs, but his chest and biceps were defined. "Why don't the two of you get to know each other? I have to take a leak," Mike said. "I was hoping to take you to breakfast," Hank said to his son. "Tommy? How does that sound?" Mike asked me. I smiled. "That sounds nice." I turned to Hank. "You'll have to put your clothes back on." He and Mike laughed. "Damn!" Mike left the room, laughing. Hank walked up to me and took me in his arms. "What did he tell you about me?" Hank asked me. I looked down and Hank tilted my face back up. "He told me you like gloryholes." Hank nodded. "And he told me you like young guys." Hank grinned at me. "Yes. We are alike that way." "What do you mean?" "He likes young guys, too. Or didn't you notice?" That was true! "Did he tell you not to have sex with me?" I looked at Hank. "No. Just the opposite." Hank looked surprised. "He told me the two of you had sex." Hank nodded. "Does that upset you?" "No." He grinned. "Well, you see our problem," Hank said. "What problem?" "We both like young guys but neither one of us are young. I am not Mike's type," Hank said. "Well, I won't stay this age." "That won't matter. You will always be younger." He kissed me again. I wrapped my arms around him. Hank took one of my hands and placed it on his cock. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it, slowly. He pulled away and smiled at me. I smiled back. Then I looked at his cock while I jacked him off. I cupped his hairy balls in my other hand. "It does look like Mike's." "Our cum tastes the same, too. Do you like his?" "Yes." "You'll like mine, then." At the thought of his cum. I felt his balls, while his hands roamed over my body. I continued stroking his cock. It was very nice. Just like Mike's. "You are very beautiful, Tommy." "Yours is too. I love the foreskin." Hank laughed. "What?" "Nothing," he said, grinning. Hank sighed as I stroked him. "You like that thing?" "I love it, Hank. You are such a stud." "Baby, I want to get my cock inside you." I gulped as Mike laughed. "Real subtle, Dad." Hank grinned. Mike was naked and hard. "When a beautiful boy is jacking you off, telling you he loves your cock, is not the time to be subtle!" Mike laughed. "Besides, he's the one talking about my cock. Am I supposed to change the subject to one we are less interested in? The weather, maybe?" I laughed. "Did my son get your cherry, like he hoped, or did some other man beat him to it? Or is it still fair game for me to go after?" "He did. Last night." "Charlene caught us and kicked him out. We brought his things here. Tom is going to be my lover." "I already am," I said. Mike smiled. Hank looked really happy. He let go of me and walked over and hugged his son. I gulped as I watched them hug with their erections pressing against each other. "I'm happy for you son. From what you told me, Charlene was a real-" Hank looked at me. "I'm sorry, Tom. I shouldn't have said that." "You didn't say it. But you weren't the first person to think it. She's rough on boyfriends. She expects a lot. But she's nice otherwise." Hank smiled. That got me thinking about Mom. I got depressed. "Do you think I should call her, Mike?" "Why don't you call her this evening? Maybe she will have calmed down enough. Do you-do you want to go home?" "No! But I don't want her to hate me." Mike and Hank nodded. "I doubt she will ever accept the two of you as a couple," Hank said. I thought that was probably true. What if she never stopped hating me? I sighed. At least I had Mike. And maybe Hank. Hank would be sort of my father-in-law. Lover. My father-in-love- lover. How many people had one of those? My stomach growled. Mike and Hank laughed. Hank reached down for his boxers and put them on. "Food first." I nodded. Mike and I went to the bedroom to get dressed. "We can go shopping later today to pick up anything you need." "OK. I have some money." "No. I want to pay." "I want to help," Hank said, from the doorway. He was buttoning up his shirt. "Tommy is part of my family, now." "We'll see, Dad," Mike said. I sat on the bed and put on my shoes. Hank sat next to me. "Even if your mother stays angry at you, you have us, Tommy," Hank said, as he put his arm around me. I smiled at him. "Thanks, Hank. I really appreciate it. If I was alone right now, I would probably be crying." "Mike and I will make sure you aren't left alone for a while." I smiled at him. I reached out and caressed his cheek. "Thanks, Dad." Hank laughed. "You are my father-in-law, more or less." "I am. It's not all I want to be to you, though." I smiled. "Me, either." He grinned and pulled me closer to him. Mike walked into the bathroom. "Do you have your toothbrush, Tom?" he called. I thought. "No. I didn't bring it." "I have an extra one. It's the red one. The blue one is mine." "Thanks." I could hear Mike turn on the water. Hank pulled my head to his and kissed me, again. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I felt his erection as we kissed. He pulled away and stroked my cheek with his thumb. "Will you make me come when we get back?" I nodded and he grinned at me. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Do you want my cum in your ass or your mouth?" "Mike told me you thought the job wasn't done until both ends got filled." Hank chuckled. "Feed and breed! You going to let me do both?" "Yes, Hank. Mike said I shouldn't feel guilty about wanting you." Hank smiled at me. Then he said, "Oh, lord! I hope I don't fall in love." "It's OK if you do, Dad," Mike said, from the bathroom doorway. "And it's OK if you love my dad, Tom." Mike sat on my other side. "Dad will have erectile dysfunction soon. He can barely get hard." "Hey! That's not true!" I laughed. "And he's so old, I doubt even Viagra can help." I laughed. "I will make you regret saying that, Mike." "Uh oh. I take it back! Maybe Viagra will help," Mike said. All three of us laughed. "And I am glad you are going to help him have a little fun while he can," Mike said. "After all, how much fun can you have once you are wearing Depends?" I laughed. "It won't be very sexy pulling them down. Especially if they are full." "Yuck! I'm not hungry anymore!" I said. Mike stood up. He stood in front of Hank and bent over. I watched them kiss. My dick was throbbing. I thought that if I touched it, I would shoot. Mike pulled away and sat back down. "Wow! That was something!" I said. "Mike, I want to get a picture of Tommy with my cock in his mouth." I gasped. "OK, Dad. Is it OK with you, Tommy?" "Uh. Yes." Hank grinned. He stood and unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock out. Then he took his phone out of his pocket. He handed it to Mike. "Take several from different angles." Mike took Hank's phone. "Tommy, get on your knees. A cocksucker should spend most of his time on them. And you are going to be my cocksucker, aren't you?" I knelt. "Yes." "Now, take the head of my cock into your mouth and then look at the camera." I moaned at the taste of Hank's cock. I looked at the camera. "Fuck, that's hot!" Mike said. I heard clicks. When they stopped, I let Hank's cock out of my mouth. I pulled back the foreskin and licked the head while I looked at the camera. "Oh, fuck!" Mike said. I took the head of Hank's cock back in my mouth and began sucking him. Hank ran his fingers through my hair while I sucked him. I heard clicks as Mike took pictures. I started taking more in my mouth. "He's going after your load, Dad." "I know. He wants it and I want to feed him." It was true. "Come in my lover's mouth, Dad." "I will, son. Thanks. I appreciate your sharing his mouth with me." "We'll share his ass, too, Dad." I moaned. I wanted that! I began stroking the part of the shaft that I couldn't take. I tugged on his balls and Hank moaned. His hot cum shot into my mouth. Hank groaned. "I'm feeding your boy, son." "He's our boy, Dad." I swallowed his thick sperm. It was thick enough to have to swallow hard to get it down. I expected it to be watery, since Mike said he liked to have his cock sucked several times a day. Mine was watery when I came a lot. I wasn't complaining, though. I would find out whether his was always thick the next time I sucked him. I figured that would be in a couple of hours. Maybe less. Maybe in five minutes! Hank sighed as his cock stopped shooting. He pulled it out of my mouth and squeezed the cum out of the shaft. Mike took a picture. I licked it off the head. He squeezed it again and I licked up a little more. "I got some great pictures of that. But now we need to get some pictures of him with my cock, Dad," Mike said. Mike pulled his erection out of his pants. I knelt between his legs and took the head of his stiff cock into my mouth. I could still taste his father's cum. That was incredibly hot to me. I looked at the camera as Hank took pictures. We got more of me licking his cock and sucking on his balls. "We need to get lots of pictures of us fucking him. And I want pictures of Tommy with both of us inside him. Tommy, will you let us both come on your face? That would make a really hot picture." "Yes, Hank. Whatever you want." Hank grinned at me. "What I want is lots of sex with my new lover." Hank put his hands under my arms and lifted me up. "Let's eat. Then we can come back here for sex." We all got ready and left. We took Hank's car, since Mike's truck didn't have a backseat. Mike sat in the front and I sat in the back. "What do you do for a living, Hank?" I asked him. "I worked at the mill. They offered me early retirement and I took it." "So now Dad spends his time getting sucked by strangers," Mike said. "That's only because you stopped sucking me." I shook my head. It was going to take some getting used to. I looked at Hank in the rear view mirror. I could just see his eyes, but he winked at me. "I wish I knew a cute, young guy who would suck me," Hank said. "Again? I can still taste your cum." "Again and again and again," Hank said. "Hank, I have been assuming I will sucking you a couple more times today," I said. "Yeah. But what about tomorrow?" Hank asked. Mike and I laughed. "Are you still going to get sucked at gloryholes?" I asked. "Not if you want to suck me. Do you?" Hank asked. "Yes. But I want you to fuck me, too." "I am dead and I am in heaven," Hank said. "Does that make me an angel," I asked. "Yes," they both said. "And I might keep Hank out of trouble." Hank burst out laughing. "That's very noble of you," Hank said. "Hey! I'm trying to justify wanting to suck your cock several times a day." Mike and Hank both laughed. "Well, that's a very good reason, son," Hank said. "You could keep me out of trouble if you keep my balls drained." "Are you sure, Tom?" Mike asked me. "I think so. I loved sucking Hank. How do you feel?" "I think it would be great. When I'm at work, it can keep the two of you out of trouble. I won't have to worry about Dad getting arrested, or about you meeting someone your own age." My own age? What would I do with someone my own age? Watch Hank steal them from me? "It sounds like a win-win-win situation, then," Hank said. We pulled up in front of a caf‚. We were in the country. We parked and walked inside. Everyone seemed to know Mike and his father. When we were seated in a booth, Hank got in first. "Here. Sit next to me. That way you can face Mike," Hank said. I got in next to Hank. Mike sat opposite us. We looked at the menus. I decided on waffles. "Happy birthday, Mike," I said to him. He smiled. "Thanks." "Maybe we can go shopping so I can get you something." "No. Tom. I don't want any more gifts. You gave me my gift, remember?" I smiled at him. "Was it a cherry?" Hank asked. Mike laughed. "No." Hank took my hand under the table and placed it on his crotch. I felt him grow erect under my hand. I rubbed his erection and he sighed. I thought about Mike sucking his father. It was so obscene! I turned around to see if anyone was behind us. There wasn't. "I want pictures of Mike sucking you," I whispered in Hank's ear. Hank turned to me and grinned. "Recent pictures?" My mouth dropped open. "You have some?" "Oh, yeah. Hundreds. None recent." "I want to take the pictures," I whispered. "And I want you to, sweetheart." "Want what?" Mike asked. "Tommy wants pictures of you. You know, like the ones you took of him." Mike looked nervous. "Which ones?" "Earlier today." "Oh. Are you sure?" Mike asked me. "Yeah. Unless you don't want to." After a few seconds, he said, "OK." We ate. Hank arranged his two pancakes side by side with a link sausage between them. "Remind you of anything?" Hank asked me. I looked at it and blushed as I realized it was a dick between someone's buns. "Do you like my sausage?" Hank whispered. I laughed. While we ate, Hank asked me questions about school. I was surprised when Mike answered some of them. I had no idea he had been paying such careful attention to what I said to him. I was glad. We finished eating and left. Hank handed Mike the keys to his car. "Why don't you drive, so Tom and I can have fun in the backseat?" I looked around. Fortunately no one was in the parking lot. "It's my birthday. I'll ride in the backseat with him!" Mike said. I laughed. "Won't people see us?" "Not if you are horizontal," Hank said. Mike handed him back his keys, and that is just what we did. We lay down on the backseat and kissed the whole way home, which took maybe two minutes! It was still fun. We walked into Mike's house. Mike kissed me while Hank started undressing me. I stepped out of my pants when they were around my ankles. I stopped to pull Mike's T-shirt off. I ran my hands through the hair on his chest. Then Mike finished getting undressed. While he did, Hank slid his hand in my crack. "Are you going to let me in there, sweetheart?" he asked me. "Yes, Hank." "Good boy!" Hank knelt and pulled my cheeks apart. I felt him blow air on my hole. "Oh, Mike! It's a perfect pink star. I can't wait to see it stretched around my cock." "Do you want both of us fucking you?" Mike whispered. "Be honest." "Yes," I whispered back. I looked at his face to see if he looked disappointed. He didn't. He was smiling. "Hold his cheeks apart, Mike. I want to take pictures of this pretty thing." Mike faced me and reached around to pull my cheeks apart. He bent down and kissed me while he held my cheeks apart. I held Mike's cock while we kissed. I heard clicks as Hank photographed my ass hole. Hank pushed a wet finger inside me and took more pictures. Hank stood and said, "I love cameras on phones. I've filmed a lot of hot videos of me getting my cock sucked." "Could I see some of them?" I asked. "You sure can! Especially if you will let me fuck you while you watch them." I shook my head. "You are so nasty!" I said, laughing. "He's a pervert!" Mike said. "He's just lucky that you and I like perverts." We all laughed. Hank stood behind me and pulled on my nipples. "You like perverts, don't you?" "Yes, Hank. Especially the ones who look like you." "Good, because Mike is a pervert, too," Hank said. "Hey!" Mike said. "I've been pretending I'm normal!" I laughed. "I found a video on his computer when he was your age of a woman sucking a horse!" I laughed, "Yuck! Yuck! Yuck! Yuck!" "Yeah! And Dad asked me to suck him while he watched it!" Mike said. I laughed. "Did you?" "Yes." "Did Hank fuck you?" I asked. "He did. I never enjoyed it very much, though," Mike said. "We are both tops," Hank said. "We need a bottom boy. Someone who wants us to fuck him." "I wonder where you could find someone like that," I said. Mike grinned at me. "I want to watch you suck him," I said to Mike. "I want to see his cum in your mouth." "OK," Mike said, "Hey! Tommy is a pervert, too!" Hank said. I laughed. "Tommy, I fed my son lots and lots of daddy milk. He went to high school every day with a high-protein breakfast in his stomach." I had no idea what that meant. "What do you mean?" "He means his spunk. Semen has a lot of protein in it, according to Dad," Mike said. "I didn't make it up. Look it up!" Hank said. "You fed your son a breakfast of cum every day?" "Yes." "Did it help you learn more at school, Mike? I asked, laughing. "Hell, no! I could taste his cum during first and second periods. Lots of days, I had to run to the bathroom to jack off, just so I could concentrate on school." I shook my head. "Oh, son! I wish you had told me that. I can just picture you flogging your meat, thinking about your daddy. It's beautiful." "Was pulling your pubic hair out of my mouth all day beautiful?" I laughed. "That's almost the best part!" "You really are a pervert, Hank!" Mike laughed. "Don't forget you are the one who wants to see my cum in my son's mouth." "That's true. But I said you are pervert. I didn't say I wasn't one." He chuckled. "Are there any other perversions you want to watch?" Hank asked me. "I don't know. Can you suggest any?" "Oh, god!" Mike said. "Please retract your suggestion! I was hoping you would make Dad less perverted, not you more." "Suggestion retracted!" I said. "If I think of any I think you will enjoy, I will let you know." "Thanks, Hank." Hank pressed his body up against my back. He cock was pressed between my butt cheeks. He wrapped his hairy arms around me as I felt his hairy chest pressed against my back. Mike kissed me. It was wonderful, being in Hank's embrace while I kissed my lover. It got even better when Mike began stroking me. Then Hank began nuzzling me behind my ear. After a couple of minutes, Mike pulled away. I sighed. "Happy, baby?" Mike asked me. "I am. I really am. I'm afraid I'm in love with both of you." Hank grinned. "Baby, you have no idea how happy I am that you want Dad. I want him to be happy." "And safe," I added. "Exactly! If you love him, it's a good thing. He deserves to be loved." I nodded. "Thank you, son," Hank said. "Tommy, would you mind if I French kiss my son?" Hank asked me. "Only if you French kiss me afterwards." "It's deal!" I watched them kiss. I could see their tongues going over each other. I began jacking both of them off. They moved closer together, until their cocks were touching. I knelt and held them together while I licked both of them. They both moaned as they kissed. Each of them spurted a little precum and I licked it up. I looked up at their hairy bodies. They both obviously worked out a lot. I didn't have many muscles and I was never going to be hairy. My father wasn't. I shaved a couple of times a week. "Should I start working out?" I wondered. "No." "No." I hadn't realized I said it out loud. I looked at them. "Are you sure?" "I would rather you were soft. What about you, Mike?" "I feel the same. Baby, I love you just as you are. Don't change." "But if I went, we could have sex in the shower." Mike laughed. "While you see that in gay porn, in reality, it's a good way to lose your membership or even get arrested." "OK. Are you two going to keep working out?" "Yes," Mike said. "Do you like my muscles?" Hank asked me. "I love them!" "Then I will, too." I heard a cell phone ring. Mike went looking for it. He walked back into the bedroom with it. If you enjoyed it and would like to read more, let me know.