Date: Fri, 8 Jul 2011 23:28:26 -0400 From: Sean McAlister Subject: Sex and All That Good Stuff "Sex and all that good Stuff" is pure fiction. As I am writing this story, I am above the age of 21. Any similarity to any other events, names, or life events is pure accidental. If you are a under age, (according to your state laws as a minor), if this literature is offensive to you or to anyone around your viewing area, or it is illegal for you to view such content where you are reading it, stop reading the story. This story can not be distributed in any way, shape or form without my expressed consent. This story is written based on things that I find attractive. It is hard to pinpoint it down into one area, as many different things will be involved. Man on Man action, as well as some Man on boy action, never with anyone younger than 16, and father on son, brother on brother action will all be involved at some point. Keep that in mind as you proceed, or stop reading now. Sex and All That good stuff, Part 1 Sean's life had been getting crazy lately. He had started off as a regular, normal, 16 year old. He was involved in soccer, enjoyed swimming, kept good grades in school, worked hard at the grocery store he had been employed at since the summer, and generally got a long with his parents and two older brothers. Things started to change when he was exposed to sex. Sure he had seen porn, masturbated frequently, and lusted after girls. But chasing girls had been Ricky's "job." Ricky was the middle MacArthur brother, and had always been flirtatious, even from a young age when girls still had "cooties." Because of that, Sean had always been more shy. He had dated a few girls casually, but Ricky always seemed to have the hotter girls, the ones that were more willing to go down. At some point, Sean became resigned, figuring one day he would get laid, till then, he would become intimate with his hands. That was, until a very unexpected person came into his life. Sean had been lifting heavy packages from the delivery truck into the back of his local grocery store "Bettie's Hometown Mart" for almost two hours. It being still September, it could get hot, and the people got sweaty. Sean didn't mind the sweat though, he found that he could think better. Plus the physical labor helped develop muscle onto his body. Ricky might get all the girls, but Martin, Sean's oldest brother, had the body. Sean envied both of his brothers, Martin for his naturally good looking body, Ricky because of his smooth moves with girls, and even his dad, for being a man's man. Despite the envy, Sean still loved them fiercely. Sean didn't have much to concentrate on currently though. It was still the beginning of the year, his junior year, and teachers hadn't assigned major homework yet, that and the fact that he was the brains of the family, left his mind to wandering. And wander it did. He had spent the night before staying up late and watching as much porn as he could find. The images and sounds still stuck with him, and it caused him to get hard. Not that his second head needed any reason to get hard. Sometimes sitting in class thinking about the problem at hand, his cock would still get hard. Which he had heard was normal, so it was okay. Except for today. Things were about to change. Sean, deep in thought about the blond girl on her knees taking a giant cock in her mouth, from last night, distracted Sean from being to observant. The work was kind of mindless, endlessly moving boxes back and forth. So much so, that when he grabbed a box off the back of the truck, and turned around, he never heard Mr. Pirelli approach. Normally that wouldn't have been a bad thing. After all, guys run into each other during sports all the time, and think nothing of it. But because of Sean's current state, the ragging hardon in his pants, it made things a little awkward. Sean turned around and bummed head first, not that one, into Mr. Pirelli. Sean was so surprised, and alarmed, that he dropped the box that he was holding, sending it speeding to the ground. When it hit the ground, it also hit Sean's toes. Pain was nothing new to Sean, growing up the youngest may sound great, till you get all the worst from the brothers! But the box hit at such an angle, that it really hurt. Sean fell down with the box. Sean, now on his butt, grabbing his toes, was cock level with Mr. Pirelli. But that wasn't something that Sean was really aware of yet. "You should warn people that you are packing!" Mr. Pirelli said, jokingly adjusting his package. "Otherwise someone could get hurt." "I am so sorry Mr. Pirelli, I didn't mean to drop the box-" Sean blurted out. He stopped mid-sentence though when he realized what Mr. Pirelli meant by the comment, and the adjusting to of his cock. Sean blushed like he hadn't in a long time. Embarrassment all he could feel, allowing his other head to calm down. "Nothing to worry about, from the feel of it, everything seems to be fine in a young man like yourself. Now you can skip your next physical." Mr. Pirelli said, almost off handedly, as if it really wasn't a big deal that Sean had just pressed his hardon into Mr. Pirelli. Sean blushed more, if that was possible. "Now, lets see how the rest of you is doin'" Mr. Pirelli said kneeling down, and grabbing Sean's foot to inspect it. "Can't have an employee hurt, especially if it was my fault." Sean started to relax, Mr. Pirelli was a good guy. Usually Sean called him Mr. P, but because of his big blunder with the box, he figured more formal would be better. Mr. P and Sean's dad, Roger MacArthur, had grown up together, in this same town. They had both been best buds all the way through school and even college, despite the fact they went to different universities, in different parts of the US. Eventually both of the men had come back home, and started a family of their own. The two men didn't hang out with each other as much as they wanted too, but they did insist on the two a week work out times together. It had been a thing since they discovered what muscle really was, and how they could use it to attract the other gender. It had been going on since late Junior High, and they made it a point to keep at it, even now, into their forties. It was because of this that both men kept descent bodies. They weren't the best, but they were fit, where other men ten years junior had already started to plump up. Sean popped back to reality as he felt Mr. P's hands traveling up his leg. Sean looked down, Mr. P had gone from inspecting his toes, to feeling up Sean's calf. Sean started to hesitantly pull away. "That is okay Mr. P, it was just my toes, and they don't hurt at all now." "Well it is still an injury, and technically I am suppose to report it, but if you just sit still for a second, I can see for myself, and as long as I know that everything is okay, I will skip the dull paper work." Mr. P replied so calmly. "Besides, you can't hide the hardon, I already know it's there." Mr. P smiled up at Sean, who started to blush again. Mr. P laughed it off, and even playfully swung and tapped Sean's sac. Sean recoiled, mostly because, despite the playfulness to it, it still hurt, but also out of shock at being touched there. Other than his doctor, no one had touched Sean there. This didn't really count, because boys "bag tag" each other all the time, but this felt different. More deliberate. "Oh, scared are you? I was a boy once too, and I raised two, so it isn't like a boner is that surprising to me." Mr. P said directly in to Sean's face. Mr. P's hands still lingered on Sean's calf, He had switched legs, but it the inspection still seemed to be taking longer than usual. "No-no Mr. P. It isn't that..." "Then what is it? Cause I always told your old man that I was going to be the cooler adult than he was. I want you to know that you can talk to me about anything." "Yea, I guess." Said Sean, tearing his eyes away from Mr. P's. Mr. P's hands then started moving again, further up, towards Sean's, unfortunately, growing dick. "Your dad and I would talk sometimes, we would argue over who would be cooler." Mr. P's hands continued to move up this time, not stopping and inspecting, but rather traveling to see how far he could massage. Sean was getting nervous, he tried to speak, to say something, but he had never been felt this way before. He had spent a lot of time around Mr. P, but something seemed to have come over him. Something Sean had never seen before. "You can't disappoint me Sean, when I say you can talk to me about anything, I mean, anything." Mr. P's hands didn't stop, but neither did his speech. He continued like nothing was out of the ordinary. Mr. P's hands were now half way up Sean's right thigh, and still moving. Mr. P had to move forward to be able to reach up Sean's stretched out leg. When Mr. P moved, it put his groin area right over Sean's right foot. Sean didn't know what to do. He knew that he shouldn't let another man touch him like this, but at the same time, Mr. P was his dad's best friend, and just trying to help out. Not only that... but Sean was kind of enjoying it. It caused some unknown part of him to start fluttering. Some unknown part, and his dick. His dick had deflated after Mr. P's initial remark, but it had quickly started to swell back up again when he started to feel up Sean's leg. Sean sat rigid, he swore his big toe could feel Mr. P's nut sac. But the thing touching his toe was too heavy to actually be that, wasn't it? Sean had watched plenty of porn, but had never really focused on the male anatomy before, other than to compare, that is. Finally Mr. P's hands came to a rest dangerously close to Sean's raging hardon, which he swore must be visible to Mr. P who was only inches away. Still, Sean didn't dare move. If he did, he was afraid that he would touch Mr. P's nut sac more. Or was he afraid that he would loose contact? Did he like the pressure on his leg that much, that he would just sit there with Mr. P's hands on his thigh? Sean tried to shake the thoughts he was having. They sounded gay to him. And neither he nor Mr. P were gay. Sean personally loved looking at naked woman, and he had been around and heard enough from Mr. P that he knew the same was true of him too. That cause Sean to relax. Of course he would get wood, any teenage guy his age would with the amount of contact he was receiving. It always happened in physicals of any kind. He was just lucky enough to be fully clothed. Sean breathed a sigh of relief at the realization. Mr. P, noticing the lack of discomfort he was now causing Sean, decided to stop there, and try more later. Sean Sat back, hands out stretched behind him, supporting him while he waited for Mr. P to finish up. Sean's boner was even actually going down... if only slightly. Mr. P then removed his hands from Sean's right thigh, and Sean, expecting the same treatment on his left thigh, braced himself. But instead, Mr. P stood up, and held out his hand. Sean stared at it for a second, before taking it, and standing up. "Like I said before, everything is fine." Mr. P reassured. He couldn't mask his satisfaction at the fact that Sean seemed to be disappointed that the message was over. "Now, get back to work." With that, Mr. P slapped Sean's butt. Sean was used to getting "good gamed," so even though it was Mr. P, he didn't flinch much. Instead Sean replied, "Will do boss." And with that, he playfully swung out and gently bag tagged an unfortunately unexpectant Mr. P. Sean wasn't sure why he did it. It just felt like the right thing to do. Any comments would be appreciated. My e-mail is fadingbluelights@gmail.com Send me a message and some pictures if you want to get to know me more. Pictures are required, as is a good time! More will follow soon!