Date: Mon, 23 May 2011 18:45:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bruno Boyd <bruno.boyd@yahoo.com>
Subject: What Brandon Needs- Part 5

What Brandon Needs

Part Five

After checking in on his son, Mike walked back to the living room to pick
up the mess that was left behind. Throughout the day a few more of his
buddies and a couple of guys from the neighborhood had stopped by to watch
the games on TV and drink some beer. Pizza boxes and chicken wing buckets
were stacked on the kitchen table. As he dropped the rest of the empty beer
bottles in the trash can, he was careful not to make too much noise. He
didn't want to wake Brandon up. Mike knew the boy was sleeping well
tonight.

Mike opened the fridge and found one last beer. He leaned against the
kitchen countertop, took a long swill, and thought about the events of the
last two days. He rubbed his chest through his t-shirt and worked his way
down to his shorts, feeling his dick. It had been a couple of days since
he'd busted a load and yet here his son was getting off on his body every
night. Shaking his head, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

When he finished his beer he sat at the table. He scrolled through his cell
phone until he found the name he was looking for: Donna.

"U awake?" he texted.

Donna was a pretty, blonde thirty-something who was recently separated from
her husband and lived alone in a little house a couple of blocks over. Mike
had met her a few months before on one of his early-morning jogs. They'd
passed each other running opposite directions down the street and, never
one to pass up an opportunity, Mike had turned around. Since then, they'd
been fucking regularly.

Mike liked Donna not just because she was incredible in bed, but because
she understood him and his "situation". He'd been married once and that was
enough for him. He liked to tell women he was a "committed bachelor" who
couldn't be "tied down". Sure, he had girlfriends every now and then but he
preferred to "keep it cool", much to the dismay of most of the girls he got
with. But Donna was in the same boat. Mike knew that her divorce wasn't
finalized yet and the last thing she needed was another serious
relationship. It was the perfect setup as far as he was concerned.

Within a minute Mike's phone buzzed: "Yeah babe u wanna come over? Door is
unlocked."

"Be there in 10," he replied.

On Sunday morning, Brandon woke up with a boner again. He'd slept on his
side, clutching his father's underwear to his nose throughout the night. In
the light of the morning, he rolled on his back and inspected the man's
briefs. After his dad's friends had shown up the previous afternoon,
Brandon had spent the rest of the day in his room, coming out just to grab
a few bites to eat. He'd analyzed every square inch of the hole-riddled
briefs, smelling and sucking up and down the fabric. They were typical
faded- white man briefs, the kind Mike wore until they got too ragged even
for him. Brandon noticed how huge they were in his hands, especially
compared to the tight little briefs he wore. He'd lost count of the number
of times he'd shot his load the night before. They were pure man, he
thought. The best gift his dad had ever given him.

He first made sure they were inside out, and then brought them back to his
face. Mike's smell still lingered. Writhing on the bed, Brandon shoved his
free hand down his underwear and slowly began to stroke his dick.

After he shot another load, Brandon got cleaned up and ready for the
day. While he as getting dressed he could hear Mike come in the front
door. Like a lot of people in the neighborhood, Brandon suspected what was
going on between his dad and the blonde lady down the street. He knew it
wasn't the first time Mike was fucking some neighbor lady. In fact, he'd
come to expect it from the man.

By the time Brandon reached the kitchen, Mike was already in his room with
the door shut taking a shower. Brandon took out a skillet and a pan and
started frying eggs and bacon the way he knew Mike liked. He popped wheat
slices in the toaster and poured a couple of glasses of orange juice. In
the blender he mixed a blueberry protein shake, which Brandon thought
tasted gross but Mike insisted kept his body up. When all the food was
done, Brandon laid it out on the kitchen table. His timing was perfect.

"Damn, something smells good!" Mike was shirtless as he walked out of his
bedroom with his hair still wet. He was wearing a pair of cargo shorts and
smelled of aftershave.

Brandon smiled at the compliment. He wanted to make his dad happy more than
anything. The sight of his father like this made his dick jump—he
couldn't help it any more.

As they ate breakfast, Mike did most of the talking. He avoided the obvious
subjects of what had happened the day before and where he'd spent the
night, instead giving an enthusiastic rundown of the college basketball
brackets.

When they were done, Brandon cleared the table and washed dishes while Mike
headed back for the TV. A few minutes later he heard Mike's voice.

"Hey! Come in here," Mike shouted from the living room.

Brandon walked to the end of the couch and waited.

"Sit down. Let's talk about some things," Mike said.

Brandon was nervous now and it showed in his eyes. He sat on the opposite
end from his dad. "Yes, sir?" he said.

"You feelin' better after the last couple days?" Mike asked.

Brandon nodded his head. "Umm, yeah...."

"Good. You know you're gonna be graduating in a couple months and gettin'
outta here. So I want you to be good the next few weeks and not mess things
up. That's why I was so worried about you, seein' you down like you
were. You understand?"

"Umm yeah," Brandon whispered. He wasn't sure where this was going.

Mike had a serious look on his face. "We did some things the last few days,
and we're not gonna be doin' that kinda stuff again. OK?"

Brandon could feel his face reddening as he listened.

"There's gotta be some boys at school," Mike continued. "You know, some
boys like you..."

"Not really," Brandon said, looking down at the floor.

"What about that boy you hang out with? What's his name— Max? Y'all
ain't ever... you know?"

"Dad, no..." Brandon was still blushing. "I don't like him like that."

"Why not? Y'all could prolly help each other out," Mike laughed. "Makes
more sense than comin' home and... you know."

Brandon looked at the floor. He wasn't used to talking to his dad about
being gay. "He's not my type, OK?"

"Why the hell not?" Mike asked. "Both after the same thing, right?"

"I just don't like him like that. I want somebody different from me,"
Brandon said, looking at his father.

 "Yeah, I guess that wouldn't work. You two are like fuckin' twins." Mike
laughed again.

Nervously, Brandon laughed too.

Mike got serious again. "Listen, boy. I'm glad I helped you, but we ain't
gonna do that stuff again. That's all."

Brandon sniffled. He was afraid to cry in front of his dad. "But, Dad... I
just like being around you is all... Like, just sitting in your lap."

"Why do you like that so much?" Mike asked.

Brandon thought carefully. "It just makes me feel safe, I guess. That's
all. There's nothing wrong with that is there?" His eyes were welling with
tears.

Of course, Mike didn't really have that much of a problem with what had
gone the last few days. His real fear was Brandon confusing things and
thinking he was into dudes too. He'd noticed how his son had gone out of
his way with the breakfast and how he was fixing himself up, almost like he
was flirting now. And hell, Mike thought, the kid was cute. He was noticing
that more and more each day. But Mike wasn't that kind of guy, he reassured
himself. He was a man's man who worked out at the gym. He'd played sports
his whole life. And he had a hot chick he was banging on a regular
basis. Naw, he thought, he was nothing like his son.

"Please Dad. You don't even have to do anything..." Brandon continued.

Mike saw the pleading look in his son's eyes. The last thing he wanted was
for Brandon to feel rejected.

"Aw, buddy. C'mere," he said.

Brandon scooted down the couch and crawled into his dad's lap. He felt
Mike's arms wrap around him and hug him tight and he exhaled a sigh of
relief. Sitting sideways, he leaned his head against his dad's hairy
pec. He'd been so worried that he'd never get to do this again, and now he
felt safer than ever. His dick was hardening in his shorts.

Mike held his son tight while he flipped through the sports channels. This
wasn't so bad, he thought. It wasn't like they were really doing anything
anyway. It was just like what they'd done before, just a father holding a
son. And besides, he knew how much this meant to Brandon.

"You alright, boy?" he asked.

"Mmmhmm," Brandon said softly.

They sat on the couch for several minutes without speaking. Mike began to
realize just how worn out he was. After all, he didn't get much sleep
whenever he spent the night at Donna's.

"Brand, lemme lay down," Mike said quietly.

Mike laid on his back on the couch, resting his head on a pillow. Brandon
was now on his chest. Their crotches were together, and Mike could feel his
son's hardon on top of him. He wrapped one arm around Brandon's back and
cupped his butt with his other hand.

Being on his dad's beefy, hairy chest and wrapped in the man's muscular
arms, Brandon had never felt so protected. He could hear Mike begin to
snore ever so softly. The boy was rising and falling gently as the man
breathed in his sleep. Carefully, he lifted his head. He saw the dark tufts
of hair coming out from under Mike's arms, and readjusting himself, he
pressed his face there. He was the luckiest boy in the world, he
thought. As his father continued to sleep, Brandon rested like this for a
few minutes. His dick was fully hard now and he could feel Mike's cock in
his shorts. Carefully, Brandon slid down Mike's chest and between the man's
legs until his face was square with his dad's crotch. He needed to feel
it. With his hand he gently rubbed the outline of Mike's cock in his
shorts. It was definitely getting hard, he thought. The man was still
snoring softly. Brandon found the zipper and slowly began to pull it
down. When he had it all the way down, he looked in to see the Mike's
hardening dick in his underwear. He licked his lips as he reached through
the opening.

"Brandon!" Mike shouted. He was suddenly wide awake. "What are you doin'?"

Mike pulled himself up and pushed his son away from him. He was fumbling
with his shorts trying to close the zipper.

"I told you no," he continued. His voice was stern. "You're not listenin'
to me..."

Brandon crawled to the end of the couch, struggling to hide his
erection. Suddenly, he felt embarrassed again.

For a moment they stared at each other in silence, each waiting for the
other to speak. Inside Mike's pocket, his cell phone rang. He dug it out
and, still watching his son, he answered it.

"Hey... What's up, man?"

Brandon got up from the couch and ran to his room, shutting the door behind
him. He sat on his bed and put his head in his hands, struggling to keep
the tears in. Outside, he could hear his dad on the phone talking to a
friend. Brandon had never felt so humiliated. He needed to get away. He
wiped away a tear and, slipping on a pair of shoes, walked back out to the
living room, rushing past his dad and out the front door.

"Yeah, I can be there about 4 o'clock..." Mike said into the phone. He was
distracted as he watched his son slam the door behind him.

Later that afternoon, Mike met up with some buddies at a bar. It was good
to be around a group of regular dudes, he thought. Especially after
everything that had been going on lately. Since it was getting down to the
finals the place was packed with people hollering for different
teams. There was a good crowd of guys Mike knew, including a few from work
and some who lived in the neighborhood. After a few beers he started to
forget about all the stuff at home. It also didn't hurt that the waitresses
at this particular joint wore short shorts and tended to show some serious
cleavage. There was one young, blonde chick he really had his eye on.

"Go get her, tiger," a voice said next to Mike.

It was Tony, a guy who lived down the street. Mike had known him for years
and they worked out at the gym occasionally. Even though Tony was faithful
to his wife, he was still the kind of guy that couldn't help size up a hot
girl when he saw one. In fact, more than once the two had hit up a strip
club when Tony's wife and kids were out of town. But he was a solid guy and
knew how to have a good time, Mike thought. The real connection between the
two men these days was through Tony's daughter Amanda, who'd been best
friends with Brandon since they were both little.

Tony slid into an empty seat next to Mike and shouted out an order for a
few more beers.

"How are you bud?" Tony asked, slapping Mike on the back. Both men were
getting drunk.

"Not bad, good to see ya," Mike said, finishing off his beer.

"Man— I'm gonna be sending you a bill for all the ice cream that kid of
yours has been eatin' at my place," Tony laughed. "They're over there right
now locked in her room playin' on the damn computer and doin'
who-knows-what. I mean, you sure they're not...?"

Mike looked at his friend. "I'm pretty sure, man."

Tony moved in closer. "Listen, man. I heard about what's been going on at
school with Brandon..."

"What are you talkin' about?" Mike asked.

"Well, I'm just sayin'. Sharon overheard them talking the other day and it
was something about some guy at school givin' your kid a hard time. Some
guy on the football team. You ever thought about teaching that kid to
fight? I mean, I know he's little and all, but hey, better than nothing,
right..."

Mike looked around. "Yeah, it's been rough on him lately. But they've only
got a couple more months left and then he'll be done... Some kid on the
football team, huh?"

"Yeah," Tony nodded. "Caleb something, I think. I dunno. Sharon asked
Amanda about it and she said he's a real prick. Big guy apparently."

The young, blonde waitress came back with more beers. This time Mike
ignored her.

"Man, remember when we were that age?" Tony continued. "We always gave the
little guys a hard time. But kids nowadays? Shit, it's crazy..."

"Yeah," Mike said. "I remember."

By the time Mike got back home it was past 10 p.m. All the lights in the
house were turned off and he saw the flickering from the TV in the living
room as he pulled into the driveway. Walking into the living room, he
caught his son curled up again under a blanket on the couch. Brandon
started to get up and go to his room, avoiding eye contact with his dad.

"Hey, don't go anywhere," Mike said as he sat on the couch. "Come sit back
down."

Reluctantly, Brandon sat on the far end from his father, keeping the
blanket wrapped around him.

"Brand, I know you've been goin' through a lot lately. I'm sorry about
earlier. I shouldn't have snapped at you, OK?"

Brandon looked up at his father's face. It was illuminated by the light of
the TV.

"I just want you to know I'm here for you, that's all," Mike went on. "You
got that?"

Brandon nodded.

"You're goin' off to college in a few months, but as long as you're in my
house you're my boy, and I'm gonna look after you. Alright?"

"Yes, sir," Brandon said. His lip was quivering.

"Alright, then. It's about time for bed." Mike stood up and turned the TV
off. "You wanna spend tonight in my room?"

Biting his bottom lip, Brandon shook his head yes.

They walked to the bedroom together and Mike switched on a lamp. He sat on
the edge of the bed, kicked off his tennis shoes, and pulled his socks off.

"Go ahead and get in bed," he told Brandon.

The boy quickly stripped to his underwear and slid under the sheets. There
was a part of him that was still embarrassed to be naked.

As his son watched, Mike peeled off his t-shirt and tossed it on the
floor. He unbuttoned his shorts and slowly pushed them around his meaty
thighs, letting them fall to the floor where he stepped out of them. He
stood silently at the end of the bed in his briefs and began to rub his
chest, feeling his muscles. He could see a tent under the sheets as Brandon
watched him showing off.

When Mike finally peeled the covers back and slid into bed, Brandon's dick
throbbed. His father wrapped an arm around him and pulled him in
close. Brandon found himself on top of his father again, and for the first
time they were nearly naked except for their underwear. Brandon couldn't
conceal his hardon if he'd tried. The heat between their bodies was
intense— Brandon wouldn't need a blanket on this night.

"Mmmm, boy. This feels good, don't it?" Mike moaned as he held his son.

Brandon sat up and straddled Mike's crotch and for the first time, he felt
his dad's dick pressing against his ass. Brandon's own dick was already
sticking straight up in his underwear. The boy began to massage Mike's
hairy chest with his smooth hands. He squeezed the muscle in each of his
father's meaty pecs, and gently rubbed his fingers across each
nipple. Sensing the man's approval, he scooted further down and began
nursing on one of Mike's pecs. When Mike flexed his pecs, making them
bounce, the boy sucked harder.

A soft moan came from Mike's lips. Already his head was leaning back and
his eyes were closed, and as he caressed the boy's hair he began to gently
thrust his hips.

"Awww, Brandon. Feels so good..."

With his mouth still firmly attached to his dad's hairy pec, Brandon slowly
worked his fingers down Mike's chest, feeling up his abs and treasure
trail. He brushed his fingers over his father's growing bulge. His hand
seemed so small against the man's cock. Brandon stopped sucking on Mike's
chest, leaving his pec slathered in spit. He looked down at his father's
bulge and began to rub it firmly through his briefs. He then looked back
into Mike's eyes.

"Dad," he whispered. "Can I...?"

"Yeah, boy," Mike said. He was still softly stroking his son's hair. "Go
ahead."

Brandon scooted further down the bed until he was between his dad's legs,
looking squarely at the man's crotch. He put both hands in the waistband of
Mike's briefs and began to pull them down.

When it was finally released from his underwear, Mike's dick plopped
against his chest with a thud. He raised his ass off the bed so the boy
could pull his briefs all the way down his legs. Getting his body worked
over had always been a serious turn-on for him, so the fact that his dick
was getting hard came as no surprise. But the fact that it was his son
feeling up his body was something he never would've expected just a few
days ago. As he looked down at Brandon peeling his underwear off, he saw
the boy lick his lips in anticipation. He couldn't say he understood
everything that was happening, but it just seemed to make sense in a
way. Brandon was a boy with certain needs, and he was just the man who
happened to have what the boy wanted.

With Mike's underwear now off, the man lay naked in front of his
son. Brandon gripped his father's cock with his hand and began to stroke.

"Awww, yeah, baby. Mmmm, that feels good..."

Peering between Mike's legs, Brandon watched as his hairy balls moved up
and down with each stroke. He never knew a man's balls could be so
big. Instinctively, he lowered his face and began to first smell his dad's
nuts, and then kiss them. Coating them in his spit, he sucked on one, then
the other, tasting the man sweat that had built up there throughout the
day. With his face buried in his dad's balls, Brandon started to grind the
bedsheets.

"Yeah, that's it boy," Mike growled. "Clean them balls up for me. You like
them big daddy balls don't ya? Mmmm... Lick `em baby..."

The sound of his dad's voice egging him on drove Brandon wild, and it
showed. He was humping the sheets faster, his hard dick leaking in his
underwear. Brandon whimpered as he slobbered on Mike's balls. Lifting his
head from between the man's legs, Brandon inspected the full length of the
older man's cock. It was harder than Brandon had seen it yet. He guessed it
was at least 9 inches now and it was so thick his little fingers struggled
to wrap around the base. He wondered if it was even fully hard. As he
continued stroking he saw precum leaking from the tip.

"Yeah, boy. Suck that dick..."

Brandon wrapped his lips around the head, gently sucking and licking. The
taste of Mike's precum was a jolt to his system. He needed more.

Mike bucked his hips more, pushing his dick further into Brandon's
mouth. He ran his fingers through the boy's hair and encouraged him.

"C'mon.... Put your lips around it, baby. That's it..."

Brandon stretched his mouth open as far as he could to accommodate the huge
dick thrusting into him. Keeping a tight grip on the base, Brandon slowly
took more of the man's cock into his mouth until he felt it entering his
throat. He sucked his way back up to the top and began working up and down,
grunting as he sucked his father's dick. With each downward suck he got
further on it, until he thought his lips would hit the base. His hand
continued stroking Mike's spit-covered dick in sync with his sucking.

"Awww, buddy. So good..."

Mike held onto the back of his son's head as the boy bobbed up and down. He
looked down as Brandon shoved his hand down his own underwear, squeezing
his balls to keep from shooting.

"Here, stop for a sec." Mike pulled his son off his dick. "Move over here
real quick."

He stacked two pillows against the headboard, and motioned. "Lay down over
here."

Standing next to the bed, Mike watched as the boy rolled onto his back, his
head now elevated by the pillows. In the soft light, Mike could see his
son's face glistening with sweat and spit. Brandon's slim, smooth body
looked strange in his oversized bed, Mike thought. Even though his dick was
still rock-hard, he reminded himself he wasn't into dudes. This was
different.

He saw Brandon's leaking boner sticking out the top of his tight little
briefs and suddenly felt sorry for the kid.

"Brand, you wanna take them off, too?" Mike chuckled as he motioned to the
boy's underwear.

Without answering, Brandon quickly shoved his briefs down and kicked them
off the bed. His dick was hard as a rock and sticking straight up, a full 6
˝ inches.

"Alright, boy. You ready?"

Brandon was looking at his father straight in the eye. "Mmmhmm," he said.

Mike climbed back on the bed, swinging his legs around his son's head and
straddling the boy's face. His dick was now dangling in front of Brandon,
and he was careful to balance himself on the headboard so that he didn't
crush the kid by sitting on him. He started to rub his cock across his
son's lips and face, and he slapped his cheeks with it, smearing more spit
and precum on him.

Brandon continued staring in his father's eyes.

"Open it," Mike whispered.

Brandon opened his mouth.

With one hand on the headboard and another behind Brandon's head, Mike
pushed his hard cock back into his son's mouth. In this position he was
fully in control, which is what Brandon wanted as much as he did. Mike
began fucking his son's mouth harder. He was surprised by how quickly they
developed a rhythm, with Brandon breathing and sucking and licking at just
the right intervals. Soon, Mike was could feel his heavy balls slapping on
his son's chin.

"Oh, fuck... Oh, fuck, boy... That feels so fuckin' good... Suck your
daddy's cock..."

Brandon wanted nothing more than to please his dad, even if it meant
gagging on his dick. He breathed through his nose and caught his breath
when Mike pulled his cock out. Saliva was streaming out of Brandon's mouth
and down his neck as Mike fucked his face. With one hand, he continued to
grip the base of his father's dick, and with the other he held onto his own
hard cock. He could feel himself leaking and he knew he wouldn't last long.

"Yeah, boy, keep goin'... Feels so good... "

Taking his hand off his cock, Brandon grabbed his dad's muscle ass. He
could feel the power in the Mike's glutes as he continued thrusting into
him. Squeezing the man's round ass cheek as it flexed, he could feel a
light dusting of hair and sweat and his dick throbbed in response.

"Mmmm... Yeah, baby... You like that big daddy butt don't ya?... Bet you
wanna get some of that, huh?"

Brandon grunted as his father's thrusting intensified.

"Awww... Real close, boy..."

Brandon could feel his spit dripping down his neck and chest as Mike fucked
his mouth. He ran his fingers down his dad's asscrack, feeling the warm,
hairy, sweat-soaked crevice.

"Mmmmmmm... Gonna shoot, boy..."

Mike held onto the back of his son's head as he delivered his final
thrusts. When he pulled out and stroked, Brandon kept his mouth open with
his tongue out.

"Nnnnnghhhh..."

Mike shot a thick, heavy rope of cum across Brandon's face, followed by
another directly in the boy's mouth. Jizz seemed to pump endlessly out of
his dick, coating his son's face.

"Awww... Fuck yeah..." Mike moaned.

As soon as he realized his father was shooting his load, Brandon grabbed
his own dick. It only took a couple of quick strokes for the boy to release
a heavy load of his own. The taste of his dad's cum only intensified his
own orgasm and, bucking his hips, he shot his cum high in the air.

It took what seemed like minutes for them both to empty their balls. Mike
leaned with his eyes shut against the headboard as he remained straddling
his son's face. He was soaked in sweat and heaving as he recovered from the
most intense orgasm he'd had in a long time. He felt Brandon's cum dripping
down his back.

Brandon too was spent. He was still swallowing a mouthful of cum. He licked
his lips and fingers, savoring the taste of his father.

Swinging his legs around, Mike spread out on his back next to Brandon. He
looked over at his son, his face still shiny with cum. The boy was staring
at the ceiling, his skinny chest rising and falling as he continued
breathing heavily. Mike grabbed a towel next to the bed and gently wiped
Brandon's face off.

"You got school tomorrow. You ready for bed?" he asked.

"Yeah, Dad."

Mike turned off the lamp.


To be continued.

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