Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2011 10:46:32 -0400 From: Sean McAlister Subject: Sex and All That Good Stuff 2 "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. I know there still hasn't been any sex in this yet, but promise, it is cumming! I just like to work up a good appetite first! Sex and All That Good Stuff, Part 2 Sean went home that night and jerked off three times. He had convinced himself that the encounter with Mr. P was not sexual, and especially not gay, but that didn't stop his mind from returning to the incident over and over as he jacked his 6-1/2 inch cock off. Every time he finished, he went to clean up, but the feeling of Mr. P's balls laying on his toe, brought back stiffness to his deflating tool. So he would start all over again, gently rubbing his cock up and down, paying special attention to the sensitive area under the head. He had enough cum covering him that he could just use that as lube, which oddly just turned him on more. Even his third time jacking on out, as soon as he touched his rod, it would come back alive, demanding that he give it full attention. He would rotate his hand back and forth, while rubbing the sensitive area with his thumb, covered in his cum. His hand would methodically work up and down, going faster and faster. He would start off thinking of hot girls he had seen in pornos, but inexplicably it would always return to Mr. P's hands on his thigh, and eventually the weight he felt of Mr. P's balls. Could they really have been that heavy? Mr . P was Italian, and very good looking, in the rugged sort of way. He was tall, at 6'1 or 6'2, and had a perpetual tan. His body was covered in dark hair, as was his head. His brown eyes always seemed to be smiling, except when he wanted you to believe he was angry at you. His legs were the most muscular part of him, toned from the many hours he spent playing soccer when he was younger, but his ripped arms and chest were also an eye catcher. Sean had noticed this all before. Sean and Mr. P's family had always done stuff together, and swimming in Sean's back yard was a summer tradition. Sean had always wished to have a body like him some day. Or even his own fathers. Sean stood around 5'9, but was still growing, had a swimmers body, from playing swimming all the time, but also from playing high school soccer. He didn't have much hair, except a happy trail, and his legs and arms were not nearly as toned as his dads or Mr. P's. But at the same time, lots of kids Sean's age would kill for a body like his. Maybe he would be like Mr. P one day. Maybe he would be as built and rugged as Mr. P. maybe his balls would be as heavy too. "Where did that thought come from?" Wondered Sean, sure he thought he felt them, and his mind kept returning to them. But this was different. If his balls are that heavy, what would his cock be like? What does he look like naked? Suddenly Sean's nut sac drew inward and his rod became rigid. His load started to shot right after, sending spurt after spurt of jiz all over his body, and his bed. This load felt bigger than his first one! After the eruption subsided, Sean laid there and thought about what had just happened. Part of him was repulsed. At the moment of ejaculation he had imagined Mr. P standing in all his rugged, hairy, muscular glory... naked. That wasn't right though! A massage was one thing, but masturbating over a man was different! Did that make him gay? Sean didn't have time to think further. He heard a car pull into the driveway, and he knew it would be his older brother, Ricky, coming home from football practice. Ricky was a senior, and one of the best players on the Varsity team, and even though everyone took showers at school after Practice, Ricky would take another one at home, claiming "He couldn't get pretty without his products." There was no way Sean could do anything since he was covered in three, nearly three and a half!, loads of cum. He jumped up, throwing on a dirty pair of shorts, not bothering to cover his chest, grabbed his towel, and flung the bathroom door open. He didn't wait long enough to notice that the door was shut, and that the door was shut because his other brother, Martin, was using it. Sean burst into the bathroom to find Martin sitting on the toilet reading a magazine. "What the hell?!" Shouted Martin "I locked the door!" "The lock doesn't really work, it just seems like it does." Sean felt an explanation was needed. Sean could hear the front door opening, and knew Ricky would head right here. They had two more bathrooms in the house. But one was a half bathroom, down stairs, with no shower, and the other was their parents. And under no circumstances were they ever allowed to use their parents shower. They were teenage boys after all. "Well shut the fucking door, I don't want the whole world to see." Martin yelled, calming down a little. Sean went to shut the door, leaving Martin alone in the bathroom, but Martin stopped him. "Sean, what the hell are you doing. Your covered in cum. Take a shower, or do you want mum to find you like this?" Martin said calmly from the toilet. Sean blushed, this time, maybe more than with Mr. P. Sean timidly walked into the bathroom, and shut the door. He knew Martin was right, but was still embarrassed. Sean finally started to asses the situation. Martin was sitting on the toilet, but it didn't smell. Not like crap at least. It smelt like cum, or at least pre-cum. But then again, Sean was covered in it, so he could have been smelling himself. But the mag martin was reading, was definitely not the car ones he normally read. Sean couldn't see anything clearly, but he was pretty certain that it was a naked person Martin was looking at, and not the newest model Audi. "Listen, just hop in the shower, forget that I am here, and when you get out, I will be gone, and we won't talk about this moment again. Got it?" Martin wasn't usually all that scary, but this felt different, and Sean knew enough not to argue. So instead of saying anything, he just turned to the shower, which was directly across from the toilet, and turned on the water. He got it to the right temperature, and then turned on the shower head. After a second of warming up, he went to get inside, and was going to take his shorts off from behind the protection of the shower curtain. "You aren't going to remove your clothes like a junior high fag are you?!" Asked Martin in his almost scary voice. "Just drop the shorts and act like a man. We all have asses. If you do this kind of shit at school, kids will call you names and make you kiss their balls, or worse. Get used to it Sean." Sean's face turned red, but luckily he was facing the shower, so Martin couldn't see. Sean was used to taking his clothes off around other guys, even being naked and mostly unashamed. From what he saw, he was about average in the dick department, maybe a little more than average, and he had started growing hair before most others. But this was different, this was his brother. However, he knew his brothers no nonsense voice, and knew more than to argue. So he dropped his shorts, revealing his slightly hairy butt to Martin, and waited a second before stepping into the shower. He knew if he raced into the shower, it would only make things worse, so he moved slowly. Almost as if putting on a show. As he bent his right knee to place it over the lip of the tub, he felt his balls hang free, and knew if Martin was looking, he would be able to see Sean's also hairy sac dangle between his legs. This unnerved Sean, but he had no choice. Eventually he closed the shower curtain, and could relax a little, but had to move faster as he heard Ricky knocking on the door. "Yo, princess, I gotta take a shower, I got a hot date with Cindy in two hours, and I gotta look my best!" Ricky yelled from the other side of the door. Adhering to the "locked" door, where Sean hadn't. Sean wasn't sure if Ricky was talking to him or to Martin, as it was unusual for both brother to be in the bathroom at once, but he also doubted that it mattered who Ricky was talking to. Ricky was thinking about one thing, and that was getting laid. So Sean quickly cleaned himself off, scrubbing at the now crusty cum on parts of his body, and washed it wash away down the drain. He hesitantly pulled the shower curtain back, but not to hesitantly as not to get yelled at by Martin again. But true to his word, Martin was gone, escaped through the second door in the room, the one that lead directly into his room. Sean toweled off, and checked his reflection. Not seeing any visible cum, he went to put his shorts back on. But they were covered in cum on the inside, so he just wrapped the towel around his waist. He opened the door, and Ricky came running down the hall, already naked, as he wanted to spend as much time prepping as he could. Sean stopped dead. He had never seen Ricky naked, but he couldn't really see anything now. He saw some hair, and a long dick, was it hard, or always that long? And a mass of flying flesh. Ricky speed into the bathroom, slamming the door, but as he did, he called out to Sean. "You got some dried jiz on your chin fool!" As Ricky said this, he also reached down and jerked on Sean's towel, completely disrobing Sean. Sean stood there stunned for a second, and finally reached down and grabbed his towel. He went to put it back on, but he looked over and noticed his dad standing at the top of the stairs, watching the whole scene. Sean didn't even bother to put the towel back on, instead just ran to his room. Was his whole family going to see him naked today?! Sean laid in bed that night, and let the thoughts of the day play through his mind. He had cum to the image of Mr. P. He had cum, and it felt like the greatest ejaculation he had ever felt! He wasn't new to public school, so he had heard kids making fun of "queers" and "fags." Even using a few of those terms himself sometimes. But cumming over it felt so good. But it was wrong. It was so good. But it was so wrong. It felt amazing, and really changed the way he thought about masturbation. It wasn't just about getting off, but it was about enjoying it. But gays were made fun of, and people hate homosexuals. Sean stirred like this all night. Barely getting any sleep. If something felt so right, could it be wrong. Was it just up to the individual as to what they did? That didn't make any sense to him, as there has to be some absolute truth, otherwise anyone could do whatever they wanted. And if someone wanted to kill his family "cause it felt right", then who was to tell them they couldn't? That means that something is absolute. But Sean didn't know if that went to being gay or not. Sean didn't even know if he was gay. Guys did stuff together sometimes, right? He had heard stories. Maybe he could just ask Mr. P. He said Sean could ask him anything. Sean didn't know if he meant to really ask Mr. P in the morning or not, but it help him sleep. So he just believed he would. The next day was Saturday, and that meant that Sean would work from 8-2 at "Betties" and then get off work, and go to school for his soccer match. If Sean was going to talk to Mr. P. It would be today. Sean walked into work, and noticed Mr. P right away. Mr. P was about his normal routine, of checking inventory, and moving around cargo, bossing those under him around, and just having a plain ol' good time. But today Mr. P seemed different. His seemed to walk more like he was on display, like he knew everyone was watching, and loved it. Sean looked closer, it was Mr. P's jeans. They were slightly faded, and worn looking, but they were also super tight and... enhancing. It made Mr. P's butt look bigger, wider, more succulent. "What the hell?!" Thought Sean, he didn't mean to think about Mr. P's butt like that, but it was... true. Not only that, but Mr. P's package bulged. The way it protruded from his body, it looked as heavy as Sean had thought the day before. No wonder he walked with such a grace, such an air. How couldn't people look?! "I'm gonna have to charge ya, ya queer." Mr. P said, standing in front of Sean, smirking. Sean, dumbfounded, had nothing to say. He had been watching Mr. P, but hadn't noticed him approach. "Well, what are you waiting for? You owe me some big bucks!" Sean, trying to recover some dignity, replied, "I ain't given ya shit, and I ain't no fag!" Sean didn't normally speak like that, but he felt it was the right thing to say. Mr. P started to laugh, and Sean relaxed. Mr. P turned a little in front of Sean. Mr. P slapped his own butt. "Come on, it is impossible not to notice this ass. I get it, everyone has been gawking." He stared at Sean, who let his eyes linger on Mr. P's round butt for longer than he probably should, but stared back into Mr. P's eyes. In a husky voice, Mr. P almost whispered, "Go ahead, touch it. I know you want to." At Mr. P's words, Sean almost did just that. But at the last second, he broke from the trance, and pushed Mr. P, maybe to forcefully, by the shoulder. Mr. P took it as a joke luckily, and started laughing, all the while yelling at another employee because of their laziness. Mr. P started to walk away, still sauntering as if on stage, going about his normal work. Sean got a nice view of Mr. P's ass as he walked away. It was then that he decided, gay or not, he had to see Mr. P naked, and actually feel that butt of his for himself. All morning Sean was in a trance, how could he get Mr. P naked? He thought of ideas like pantzing him, but in the jeans he was wearing, he doubted they would ever come off, short of ripping them. What if Sean invited him to swim in his pool. He could easily pantz Mr. P there. But he would need to see him full frontal, not obscured by water. And Sean had to see him naked now. It was an overwhelming passion. It was fueling everything inside of him. He had never felt this way. Even the time he came close to feeling up Cindy (the same Cindy his brother fucked the night before) while making out with her in eighth grade. This feeling inside of him was primal. More animalistic than human. Every fiber of his being cried out for release. Release that would only come from Mr. P. Release from running his hands through the no doubt hairy busy of Mr. P's muscular butt. Feeling every square inch over and over. Rubbing it up and down, even while covered in sweat. Sean's dick pulsed from the thought, feeling more rock hard than it ever had. "Yo, Sean, it is two o'clock. You gotta get going." Mr. P said for the third time, more loudly than before. Sean snapped back, he looked at the clock, it really was two o'clock, how had the time flown by?! No, this was bad! He would have to leave, and he didn't work again till Tuesday. He couldn't wait that long! He almost threw himself at Mr. P, ripping both of their clothes off in a frenzy. Some how he prevented himself from doing it. But not by much. Instead, a guttural noise escaped in place of a real response. "Sounds like you are having some issues there bud. You're gonna have to take care of this wood before you go and get naked with a bunch of guys though. Or you are going to have a bigger problem." Mr. P replied, at the same time, lightly, but firmly brushing Sean's meat. That was all it took. The three second touch of Mr. P and Sean started to shoot his load. He had never felt so much bliss, so much pleasure. The joy surged through his body. The ejaculation seemed to go on forever and ever. Sean couldn't think straight, he barely stood up. Eventually the joy subsided, and Sean could think, but thinking brought on shame. He had just cum at Mr. P's almost unintentional touch. His face got red. He was embarrassed. The only consolation was the fact that Mr. P had turned around right after brushing Sean's penis. Sean didn't know what to do, so he grabbed his bag and ran to his car. Sean stood underneath the flowing water with his eyes closed. He had gone right to soccer, and let his distracted mind run wild. Because of him, the opponents winning shot got right past him and into his own goal. His team was disappointed, and he understood why. He didn't know what was going on inside of him. Just days ago he was fine. Sure he wished for more sexual experience. But is this what he meant? A lust for his employer, the very man that had got him the job? His fathers best friend? Was that right? But who was to say it was wrong?! He continued to stand naked and let the water pour over and down his body. Upon entering the locker room, no one said anything to Sean. He liked it better that way. Everyone avoided him, and just left him in peace. It was better that way. He had been standing there so long, that he didn't even notice his coach come up and put a hand on his shoulder. Sean spun. "Whoa there bud, it is just me." Sean's coach said. "Everything is going to be alright. It was one game, don't let this defeat you! Despite what you may be thinking, we still need you on this team." Sean warmed up, that was everything he needed to hear, he could kiss his coach. "Where the hell do these thoughts keep coming from?" Sean thought angrily. But Sean calmed down. The thoughts were coming from somewhere, and fighting them had just proven to be worse. What if he actually acted on them? Sean looked at his coach. Coach was standing completely clothed, coming up to Sean, avoiding the water, probably trying to cheer Sean up and get him out so he could lock up. Sean had always thought that his 30 something year old coach was attractive, but in a purely admiring kind of way. It wasn't until now, when Sean was "sizing" him up, that he started to see Coach in a different light. Coach stood a few inches taller than Sean, probably 6'2 maybe even 6'3. He had wide shoulders and a powerful chest, from many years of working out Coach always said. Coach kept a military hair cut, despite having never been in. He had sensitive, yet penetrating green eyes. And from the few times Sean had seen, or cared to look, Coach had a light covering of hair on his chest and legs. Sean's knowledge of Coach ended there. But Sean wanted more. So instead of fighting his urges, he acted on the. With what little skill he possessed, Sean reached up, placed his hand behind Coaches head, and pulled him down into a full mouth kiss. 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!