Date: Sat, 16 Jul 2011 13:26:51 -0400 From: Sean McAlister Subject: Sex And All That Good Stuff Part 3 "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! 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 ½ 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. "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 3 Sean shuddered, his whole body went rigid. Even though he, moments before, planned to kiss Coach, he didn't realize what he was really doing. He had only once kissed a girl, let alone kissed another guy. But not just a guy, but a man! Sean left his right hand behind Coaches head, with his left hand he placed it in the small of Coaches back, and pulled him even closer. Suddenly Sean's cock was placed right in front of Coaches own cock. Even though Sean couldn't feel it, he knew it was there. Sean kissed Coach passionately for a second, and then, remembering people talking about "French Kissing," Sean opened his mouth and stuck his tongue in Coach's mouth. Sean wasn't expecting the pleasure. Coach's lips weren't coarse, but they weren't exactly what he imagined a girls would feel like. Coaches gotee brushed against Sean's softer face and cheeks, and when Sean penetrated Coach's mouth with his tongue, suddenly he understood why people found it so attractive. Sean wanted it to last forever, but as soon as Sean's hungry tongue touched Coach's stunned tongue, Sean started to shoot. Sean's ball sac instantly firmed up, his cock got even harder, and cum started flying! The first Jet almost knocked him backwards, but with his two hands behind Coach, he was able to hold himself up. Sean was sure that the first shot would have flown all the way from one side of the shower, to the other, and still hit a few feet up the wall. But that couldn't happen because Sean was pressed up against Coach firmly. So Coach caught all the cum. The first shot, all the way to the sixth one. Sean didn't think he had ever cum as much, or as hard as he did just now. As soon as the last volley of jiz shot out of Sean's sensitive cock head, Sean stumbled away from Coach. Sean felt unnaturally weak all of the sudden. His head was spinning, he couldn't think straight, had he really just kissed Coach, and cum all over him?! Sean looked up, Coach was still standing in the way of the shower head, getting pelted with water. Coach looked stunned, his body was dripping wet, cum stained the front of his casual athletic clothes, and his hair disheveled, and his mouth looked raped. Sean was so embarrassed by what he just did, by what he just made Coach do, that he ran from the shower room. But he couldn't help but think how attractive Coach had looked standing there shocked. Coach stood still for a few more minutes. He had been getting ready to lock up the locker room when he heard water running. When he saw that it was Sean standing there, he wasn't surprised. Sean must have felt awful about himself after the lost game. But Coach knew that it was just bad luck, Sean was normally a very valuable team member. So Coach stepped into the shower room, never thinking about the fact that Sean was naked. Coach had been in so many locker rooms, for so long in his life, that seeing a guy naked was like seeing him clothed. So Coach could honestly say that there were no sexual desires when he walked up to Sean. However, it seemed like Sean had had other ideas. Coach didn't think he had planned it out so the two of them were there alone, he didn't think Sean was gay, not until today anyway. Coach had made out with a lot of women in his day, he had had sex just like any other 32 year old man. But he had never felt the passion or the heat of the moment like he had when Sean locked lips with him. It was as if Sean was fighting something, and he was lashing out at the first thing that came near him. Only the lashing out wasn't violent, but sexual. The encounter had felt like hours, but it had really only lasted about 30-60 seconds. 30-60 seconds that Coach should have removed Sean from his embrace, should have put up a boundary, should have been the grownup in the situation. But Coach was stunned, caught completely off guard. And to be honest, a little turned on. Coach had been with the same woman, Kathy, for a while now, things were getting stale, but he found that all woman eventually got like that. And even though Coach had never had sex with a man, or even experimented when he was younger, he was turned onto doing it with Sean. Sean lay in bed, he couldn't think, he couldn't sleep, he didn't even think he could bring himself to jack off. Everything was confused. Just a few days ago he had been a "normal, straight, athletic" kid. But now he felt like a dirty queer. But that alone confused him, why were they dirty, was it just from not understanding them? Maybe there wasn't anything wrong with them. Mr. P had talked about "gay's and queers" from time to time, but he always said it in a joking manner, never In a way that, Sean thought, spoke that he hated them. And Mr. P had seemed to becoming onto Sean lately, or maybe that was only cause Sean wanted him to be... regardless of what people thought about homosexuals, it was only a label anyway, Sean couldn't get over the fact that he had kissed Coach, and liked it. Sean laid in bed a little longer, finally coming to the conclusion that he would have to kiss a girl, then he could see if he liked that too. Maybe he just had a kissing fetish, and it didn't matter who it was... Sean fell asleep thinking of Mr. P and Coach together... In the morning Sean got up and texted this girl, Renee, that had been hitting on him since the 7th grade. She wasn't a slut, but she was known to be easy. She had a nice body, around 5" 5', blonde hair, cheer leading body, in fact, she might be the Captain next year, her senior year, if she kept it up. Renee replied almost instantly, even though it was still 9 in the morning, and Sean doubted that she was getting up to go to church. So he invited her over for lunch and to swim. She responded "Okayyyy!!!! :P" Sean sat down, a couple days ago he would have been nervous at the thought. The thought of seeing Renee in an, undoubtedly, skimpy two piece swimming suit, and trying to make out with her. But now... it just seemed like a necessary evil. Was he gay, or was it just a phase? Renee got there just after 12, and looking as hot as ever. She wore a light green spaghetti strap tank top, with white short shorts, and a pair of Hollister flip flops. Her hair was thrown up in a sloppy bun, with Raybans keeping the sun out of her eyes. "Hey there" She said, in a sultry voice, leaning up against the door post. I lost my voice, I just stared down at her, which included an eye full of cleavage. "Invite your pretty friend in Sean, it is damned hot out there!" Yelled my dad from behind me. He had been awake all morning, but had been going about his own stuff. I blushed red. But motioned for her to sit down. I turned around and was momentarily shocked. Both my dad and Mr. P stood there, shirtless, hairy chests and erect nipples exposed. Both men looked in great shape, Neither had a six pack, but Sean's dad had definitely lost weight, and Mr. P looked hotter than ever. "We were about to jump in the pool and swim laps, for our training, want to join us?" Asked Mr. P. It was then the Sean noticed both were standing in swim trunks, and had towels in hand. When had Mr. P got here? He hadn't heard him come in, but Sean had taken a long shower to release some stress. Sean was still shocked, otherwise he would have answered first, but unfortunately Renee beat him to the punch, and agreed! Sean had no choice but to follow. Once outside, Mr. P, Sean's Dad, Roger, and Renee kept up small talk. Sean didn't trust his voice to say anything. "Aren't you going to change son?" Asked Roger Sean stuttered, he looked down, and remembered he was wearing his swim shorts already. He cleared his throat, and then answered. "Already changed, I just need to take off my shirt." And with that Sean removed his shirt, he felt like all eyes were on him. He turned red again, but his shirt being pulled over his head blocked it from view. Sean wasn't embarrassed, exactly. He knew he had a nice swimmers body, with a light patch of hair from his belly button to his pubs, with a little hair starting around his nipples. And knowing that he had something to show off helped calm him down. But then the thought, the desire, to see Mr. P naked came back, and this time it was two fold. He started to pudge. His shirt finally came off, and he stood there trying to hide his growing erection, but didn't want to do it in an obvious way. So he offered to take Renee and show her to a bathroom to change, since she clearly wasn't wearing her bathing suit under her tank top. "No need." Replied Renee, and with that, she turned around from the view of the guys, pulled off her tank top, reached into her bag, and started to put on the top of the swimming suit. When she finally finished, she turned back around, while unbuttoning her shorts, and dropped them to the ground, exposing sun kissed, hairless, and perfectly shaped legs. Sean thought she was standing there in her underwear and was going to change that in front of them too, but he then noticed it was the bathing suit bottom. Sean closed his mouth, which had been open, and swallowed. Hard. His erection wasn't getting any better. Renee didn't stop there though, she walked forward, around the pool, to the deep end, and promptly jumped in. Roger and Mr. P suddenly started acting like guys from High school, nudging each other, pointing, and, almost, giggling. Mr. P urged them forward. All three walking forward, but Mr. P hung back till Sean got there as Roger dove in. "You got another problem there champ." Whispered Mr. P as he gently brushed Sean's obvious erection. This time it didn't shoot, but it did twitch noticeably, and start to leak precum. Sean looked down, embarrassed, and then back up at Mr. P who was looking into his eyes. There was no way that Mr. P hadn't noticed this time, his hand was still gently touching Sean's unbelievably hard cock. "You two coming?" Asked Roger, almost insinuating the pun that he had said. No, that couldn't be in, Sean was imagining it! But before Sean could reply, Mr. P turned around, and dove perfectly into the pool. Sean quickly followed. Which may have been a bad idea, because once under the water, Mr. P started to try and force Sean's pants off. Sean gasped, and reached down, holding onto his shorts, and broke up through the water sputtering. Trying to catch his breath. Mr. P popped up laughing, Roger and Renee looking confused. That was how the time in the pool progressed. Mr. P trying to "playfully" pants Sean in front of the others, while "accidently" brushing Sean's ever hard boner. Roger playing around with both guys not noticing the hidden sexual acts, and Renee swimming around making lustful comments about "boys being boys." Sean could tell that she was turned on seeing three hot guys playing around in front of her. And that was why, when Mr. P and Roger got out of the pool, hairy bodies glistening with water, to retrieve drinks for everyone, Renee cornered Sean, putting both hands on the side of the pool, and looked him in the eyes, their bodies only inches apart. Sean's still hard erection barely missing her. "This has been the best pool party I have ever been to." Renee said, obvious heat and desire for sex in her voice. Before Sean could respond, Renee planted a kiss on his lips. They locked, Sean was frozen. But it was as if Renee's lips were melting his frozen mind, reminding him that this was the very reason he invited her over, so he kissed back. Soon their tongues were darting in and out of each other's mouth. Renee removed her hands from the pool, and with her left one placed it behind Sean's head, pulling him closer, and with her right hand, she reached down, and expertly grabbed Sean's cock. Sean went rigid, his eyes shot open. Renee didn't notice. Sean let her continue for a few seconds, and then slowly started pushing her away. "The others" Sean whispered. Renee was in obvious heat, "Let them see." "Not my dad!" Replied Sean, maybe a little too loud. "Let's go to your room then." She winked. Sean went to make up a reply, stupid, he was sure, but she got the hint. She looked him in the eyes, obvious anger burning. Sean didn't think that she was used to getting "blue balled." But when he didn't respond, she jumped up, and got out of the pool, stalking over to her stuff, grabbing it in haste, and going to walk to her car. Just then Mr. P and Roger stepped out of the house. She changed her anger to a smile just like that, and lustfully looked into each of their eyes. "Leaving? Well come back anytime Renee!" Roger said politely. "I will," Replied Renee, who was not able to keep the desire from her voice. But with an angry look back at Sean, she was out the door. Sean stood there in the water, trying to collect his mind. It wasn't the kissing that was the problem, and there was obvious passion. It was something else. It was when she put her hand on his cock, he knew. He didn't know how, but he just knew it didn't feel right, that a man, another man, needed to have his hand their. Sean's cock had completely deflated in the previous minutes, but looking back up at Mr. P and Roger holding cans of Coke, chest and leg hair still lightly glistening in the sun, bodies looking ripped and sexy, he started to pudge again. "What happened their? It seemed like it was going well?" Mr. P asked, seemingly innocent. Just then the back door flew open, Ricky sprinting out. "Dad I am going to borrow your truck. I got drunk last night and a friend dropped me off, but now I need to go get my car before my date with Renee tonight!" Ricky sped through his words, as if they were his last. "You are not taking my truck, and how do you plan on getting your car and the truck back here by yourself? And do you mean the Renee that was just here?" Asked Roger, getting up, grabbing his shirt, and walking to the back of the house. "Yes that Renee, she just asked me out. I never really noticed her before, not my type, but she looked like a babe today!" Roger and Ricky kept talking as they shut the back door to the house and went to Roger's truck out front. "It seems that you really upset Renee, enough that she would go for your brother." Mr. P said, taking in the whole situation. Sean leaned his head down, suddenly tired, and not wanting to have to deal with this any more. "Come up here champ, let's talk." Sean looked up at Mr. P. He had sat down in a full body sun seat, and was indicating the one that was directly next to it. With no space in between. Sean hesitated a second, but then finally got up, lifting himself with his biceps, out of the pool. Water cascaded around him as he stood up, his swim suit immodestly hugging his body, showing many of the curves and contours. But Sean didn't care, he felt defeated. He just had a chance to have sex with a girl for the first, time... and had declined. He had upset her so bad she was willing to go for his brother. Sean would have to leave the soccer team because of what he had done to Coach, he was sure of it, he had lost the game, and he still hadn't seen Mr. P naked. Sean flopped down onto the sun seat, allowing his body to air dry, not trying to hide the fact that he was depressed. In all of his despair, his dick had gone back down. But suddenly, through closed eyes, Sean felt a hand on his right thigh. The side Mr. P was sitting on. Sean looked up. "You can't let a girl do this to you, there will be more, there always are. Don't worry." But that wasn't what Sean was worried about, he just couldn't tell Mr. P what it was. "And someone as attractive as you, you will have some digits in no time." Sean looked back at Mr. P. Mr. P was looking him in the eyes, but his hand had slowly started to move up his right thigh. It felt just like it did the day he dropped the box at "Betties," but Sean hadn't dropped a box this time. This time it was different. Sean was instantly hard. "Hasn't your old man told you about the birds and the bees, about how to take care of your issues?" Asked Mr. P with more than a hint of seduction. Mr. P's eye's were still locked with Sean's, but Mr. P's hands had never stopped in it's journey to Sean's groin. Suddenly Mr. P's hand was once again gently on top of Sean's raging boner. But instead of a light brush, like the other two times, Mr. P wrapped his hand around Sean's meaty shaft. Sean gasped. Closing his eyes. Mr. P looked triumphant. "I can show you a few wasy your old man probably failed to tell you about... If you want." Sean just nodded, he couldn't speak if he wanted to. But he did make a quick assessment. Martin was at a friends party last night, and wouldn't be back until later. Sean's mother and some friends went shopping, and Ricky and his dad had run across town to retrieve Ricky's car. The coast was clear. Mr. P looked at Sean, who still ha his eyes closed as Mr. P gently stroked Sean's dick through his wet shorts, but Mr. P quickly pushed his chair away, flipped over, and straddled Sean. Sean's eyes flew open. He looked directly at Mr. P who was seated on Sean's legs, just short of his groin area. They looked at each other for a few second, before Mr. P leaned down and passionately kissed Sean's lips. That was enough to encourage Sean. Suddenly Sean was in a frenzy, he started working his lips back and forth over Mr. P's scruffy face, using his tongue to lick whatever he could, Mr. P finally opened his mouth and their tongues never separated. Sean's hands flew over Mr. P's body. Sean was so close to getting what he wanted, but this was almost better then what he had imagined! He hadn't seen Mr. P naked yet, but Sean's tongue was in his mouth and hands freely roaming his body! Sean touched anything he could. At first they started at the top of Mr. P's back, but that felt to tame, so he ventured down to the small of Mr. P's back, pulling him close so that he could feel every inch of Mr. P's very obviously, long cock pressed up against Sean's own dick. Mr. P started working up a rhythm, and was soon lightly humping Sean, to which Sean had to moan from pleasure in response. Mr. P took that as encouragement, and went harder. Sean's hand flew down Mr. P's but, and latched onto the melon globes. Sean wanted more. He slipped his hands and grabbed as much as he could of Mr. P's hairy ass, but wasn't able to reach much, so Sean pulled him closer, Mr. P now sitting on Sean's throbbing dick. Mr. P's hands didn't stop moving either, they were taking in every part of Sean that they could. And Sean liked it. Mr. P pulled away from the kiss, and started to kiss Sean's neck, slowly working his way down to Sean's right nipple. When Mr. P started to slowly nibble and suck on Sean's nipple, it drove Sean over the top. He started bucking and humping for all he was worth. Mr. P kept it up. Soon they flipped off the sun seat and landed on the pavement beside the pool, but neither paid attention to the pain. Sean took the chance to try sucking on Mr. P's own nipples, and loved the feeling of the coarse hair and supple nipple in his mouth. Mr. P's generous pec giving Sean lots to grab onto. This sent Mr. P into motion. He reached down and almost literally ripped Sean's swim suit off. Sean never stopped sucking, but he moved hi s hands to help take the swim suit the rest of the way off. Mr. P was an animal, he picked Sean up, and flipped him around, Sean now on the bottom. Sean looked into Mr. P's eyes, and saw raw lust. Mr. P dove down on Sean's hard shaft, not wasting a beat. Sean's eyes flew open wider! His hands dug into Mr. P's ripped, muscular back, and Sean let out a very audible moan of sheer pleasure. Mr. P had never been much into sucking cock, but this was different. He wanted Sean, and he wanted ALL of Sean, so he sucked the entire shaft into his mouth, careful of the teeth, and swirling his tongue the entire time. Soon Mr. P was pubes deep onto Sean. Sean let out another yell, and cum started flying. Mr. P had never swallowed anyone's cum before, but he was determined to this time. Sean gave out ten solid spurts of cum, generous amounts too, into Mr. P's hungry mouth. The whole time Sean was holding Mr. P's body close, moving his hips in rhythm to Mr. P's sucking. Finally spent, Sean collapsed onto of Mr. P who was now sweaty. But Mr. P still hadn't come off, and wanted to like he never had before. He crawled up Sean's body, placing his 8 inch cock right in front of Sean's mouth. Sean had never sucked dick, but after getting a blow job, he wanted nothing more than to reciprocate. He quickly looked in Mr. P's eyes, as if looking for affirmation, and tied to swallow the stick whole. Only that caused Sean to choke, so he pulled off, and decided to savor every inch. Mr. P, holding himself up in a push-up style position, didn't mind Sean's wandering tongue, as long as Sean's warm and wet mouth covered his aching cock. The head of Mr. P's cut cock was softer than he had imagined it would be. He had thought it was going to taste gross, but it just had a light taste of chlorine. It didn't have much taste at all, but Sean knew he was hooked for life. He knew enough not to use his teeth, but his amateur mouth accidentally scrapped Mr. P's aching shaft more than once. Mr. P didn't seem to mind, he just kept bucking his hips, not forcing Sean to swallow his dick, but only showing that he was enjoying it! Sean used his tongue to probe under the head of the cock. Sean knew from personal experience that that has the best area for pleasure. And Sean was sure that was the area that Mr. P had been licking that drove Sean up the wall. Mr. P's hairy heavy sac was dangling down onto the shaft, and Sean reached up and grabbed them, a little more rough then he meant to, but started to roll them back and forth. He wanted to lick them clean, but from the position, Sean was locked into place. But that was fine, Sean had more than he could handle with the 8 inch cock. He had only been able to suck on one, maybe two inches of Mr. P's generous cock, but wanted more. He tried to go down, or rather up, farther, but kept sputtering. He would need more practice. So instead he started to jerk Mr. P off vigorously with his right hand, playing with his balls, and then his nipples, while holding his head steady and sucking as the dick made contact with Sean's eager mouth. That was all it took, Mr. P barely had time to warn Sean what was coming. Jet after jet shot out of Mr. P's dick slit and covered Sean's mouth, and face, and body in his warm man juice. Sean came again too. Their cum everywhere. Both men collapsed. Sean laid his head onto Mr. P's leg and tried to relax, his breathing heavy, and body rank with sweat. Mr. P laid his head on Sean's thigh, and tried to regulate his breathing. He hadn't cum like that in a long time. His arms ached from holding himself up for so long, normally it would have taken a little longer than a few minutes to get off, but there was something special about Sean. Mr. P looked up, and was about to say something when they heard vehicles arrive. Shocked registered on both faces, and they grabbed their swim suits as fast as possible, sloppily throwing them on. "Quick, the pool to clean off." Yelled Sean, terrified of his father or brothers finding them. They both quickly dived in, trying their best to clean off. Both men came up at the same time, they locked eyes, and in a second of passion, they kissed each other, hard. But were both able to pull away and resume a "playful" demeanor by the time Roger opened up the front door, removing his shirt, and jumping in. "Did I miss anything?!" Sean's dad innocently asked. Sean and Mr. P shared a knowing smile. 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!