Date: Tue, 31 May 2011 19:30:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bruno Boyd <bruno.boyd@yahoo.com>
Subject: What Brandon Needs- Part 6

Disclaimer:

The following story contains graphic, fictional descriptions of sexual acts
between adult males. If this subject matter offends you, please do not read
on.


What Brandon Needs

Part Six


As they lay naked in his bed, Mike wrapped his arms around his son and held
him tight. He could feel Brandon breathing as the boy recovered. Mike
himself was spent. He'd worked up a lot of energy over the last hour and
was now soaked in sweat. The smell of cum hung in the air.

"You alright, buddy?" Mike asked in the dark.

The boy turned and pressed his face into Mike's chest. "Mmmhmm," he said
softly.

Brandon wanted to stay like this forever, held in his father's arms. He
wondered if Mike would let him sleep in his bed from now on. Dried cum was
on his face and in his hair, but Brandon didn't care. In fact, he was proud
of it. He wanted it to stay there.

Within minutes Mike began to snore softly and he shifted in his sleep,
exposing his armpit. The scent made Brandon's dick stiff again. The boy
carefully rolled onto his stomach and pressed his nose there. As he slept
that night, Brandon breathed in his father's pit.

Just as he did every Monday morning, Mike woke up early and was dressed
before dawn. After he'd slipped on his workboots, he stood by the bed and
watched as his son slept. The boy looked so peaceful in his bed, Mike
thought. A couple of times throughout the night he'd woken up to find
Brandon grinding a hardon against him in his sleep. Feeling his son's
breath in his pit had been oddly comfortable, and clearly the boy was
loving it. It felt good having somebody in his bed. And it felt really good
being worshipped. Mike still couldn't fully understand why Brandon wanted
to do the things he did, but it was obvious how much the boy needed
it. Keeping his son safe and happy while he was going through a rough time
was the most important thing to Mike. But, hey, if he got to bust out a
couple of loads of his own in the process, that was a pretty good bonus, he
thought.

If it hadn't been a school day, Mike might have let Brandon sleep in. He
leaned over the bed and stroked the boy's hair. "Brand, time to get up,
buddy," he said.

A few days later, Brandon listened anxiously from the living room for the
sound of his dad's truck pulling into the driveway.

After that first night, Brandon hadn't slept in his father's bed again. In
fact, Mike spent the next couple of nights at Donna's house. Night after
night, Brandon listened from his room as the man left through the back
door. He began to wonder if Mike was regretting what had happened. One
night after Mike left, Brandon got out of bed and went to his dad's
bedroom. Almost immediately he found what he was looking for in a corner of
the room: a pile of dirty clothes. Resting on top was a pair of Mike's
underwear. They were old briefs, stretched out and covered with
holes. Brandon crawled on top of his father's bed and, bringing the
underwear to his face, began to jerk off.

Brandon was getting desperate to feel his dad's body again. Sitting
nervously on the couch, he heard the man come in, head for the fridge, and
grab a beer.

Mike walked to the living room and plopped on the couch next to
Brandon. His work clothes were dirty and he was sweaty. With his boots
still on, he lifted his feet onto the coffee table. He took a long sip of
his beer and looked over at his son.

"How was school?" he asked.

"Umm, OK I guess," Brandon replied meekly.

"Just a few more weeks buddy, then you're headin' to college. Can't even
believe it..."

Brandon smiled. It felt like the first real conversation they'd had in
weeks.

"Hang in there, boy," Mike continued. He reached over and rubbed his son's
shoulder.

The boy smiled again and nodded.

"Hey, listen," Mike said. "Been meaning to talk to you about something. I
ran into your little friend Amanda's dad the other day. He said something
about some punk at school giving you a hard time."

Brandon was staring at the TV. Mike waited for a response then continued.

"He said it was some kid on the football team. Something like Caleb?"

Brandon's eyes widened as he looked at his father. "Jeez, Dad! Why is he
going around telling you all that?"

"Look, son, don't be mad at him. He's a dad too and he's just tryin' to do
what's right and keep me informed. You want me to do something about this
guy?"

Even though he was embarrassed talking to his dad about being bullied, it
made Brandon feel good that Mike was standing up for him. But he still
didn't want him getting involved. He shook his head no.

"You change your mind, you let me know," Mike said. "Don't let no punk give
you hard time, you understand? I know you're... different, but you gotta
keep going and be yourself. When you get out in the world you'll find
people like you and little shits like this dude won't matter no more. OK?"

"Yeah, Dad," Brandon replied.

They were silent for a minute as they watched the TV, then Brandon spoke
again.

"Dad, you're not mad at me, are you?"

"Huh? Why would I be?" Mike asked.

Brandon's face was turning red. "Just cuz... You know, the other night and
all. You haven't been home as much since..."

The man chuckled and took another sip of his beer. "Your old man's got
needs too, buddy. I was just gettin' away for a lil bit, that's all. I
ain't mad."

Brandon knew about his dad's needs—after all, Mike's reputation as a
womanizer was well-known. But he wanted to fulfill those needs himself, and
he wasn't ready to give up trying.

Sheepishly, he asked, "Are you going to stay home tonight?"

"Why? You got plans?" Mike joked.

"Well, I was just wondering..." Brandon whispered as he blushed again.

Mike smiled at his son. "You been missin' me, huh?"

Brandon nodded. Mike rubbed his son's shoulder again and ran his fingers
through the boy's hair. His dad's touch sent an electric shockwave through
Brandon's body and his dick jumped in his shorts.

"Yeah," Mike said as he finished off his beer. "I'll stick around tonight,
boy."

As he started to lift himself off the couch, Mike let out a groan. "Aww,
fuck..."

"What's matter?" Brandon asked.

 "Pulled a goddamn muscle in my back today. Need to make an appointment for
another massage." Slowly, Mike started for his bedroom.

Years of bodybuilding, sports, and manual labor had left Mike with
occasional back spasms. About once a month he got a massage at a
clinic. Brandon had always been secretly jealous of the girls who got to
work on his dad's body. Now was his opportunity. He followed Mike into the
bedroom.

Mike sat on the edge of his bed and saw his son in the doorway.

"Damn, it's been a long fuckin' week already. Know what I mean?"

"Mmmhmm," Brandon said, keeping his eyes on his dad. "Umm, Dad, can I...?"

"Can you what, boy?" Mike asked. He knew what Brandon wanted.

"Can I, like, maybe undress you?" Brandon's voice shook.

Mike didn't hesitate. "Yeah, boy, I could use that. Get on in here."

Brandon walked to the end of the bed and knelt at his father's feet. Mike
had already undone the laces of his boots. As he lifted them up, Brandon
could see on the bottom of the sole: Size 14. He pulled hard and the boot
came off. After he'd gotten the man's boots off, he slowly pulled his socks
down. Brandon's dick grew. He'd had no idea that a man's feet would turn
him on, but then again he was learning all kinds of new things about
himself recently.

As Mike leaned back on the bed, Brandon began to massage his father's
foot. His was in awe of the masculinity of the man's big feet, with their
rough heels and huge toes. Like the rest of the man, they were clean, just
sweaty from working all day. Brandon had never touched another man's foot,
but already he was massaging like a pro. He worked his thumbs in circular
motions on the bottom of Mike's foot along the arch, and listened for cues
in the man's moaning.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

"Mmmmm, yeah boy," Mike whispered. He was resting on his elbows on the bed,
with his head back and eyes closed. "Feels damn good..."

Brandon continued working his fingers under Mike's foot, then between each
toe. When he was done, he repeated it all on the other foot. Finally,
Brandon saw his father unbuttoning his shirt.

"Dad, let me," the boy insisted.

While Mike leaned up, Brandon stood in front of him, and finished undoing
his shirt. Because Mike's sleeves were so tight around his biceps, it took
some effort to get it off. Brandon's dick stiffened more when he saw the
man's hairy chest, his muscles rippling. The shirt was dirty and damp with
sweat, and before he tossed it on the floor, Brandon held it to his nose
for a quick sniff. As Mike sat on the edge of the bed, Brandon crawled
around him on the bed and began massaging his shoulders.

"Aw, Brand... That feels good, boy..."

Even though his hands seemed small on his dad's body, Brandon could tell
how good he was making the man feel. As hard as he could, he kneaded the
muscles all around Mike's shoulder blades. He worked his hands down Mike's
arms, feeling the power in each of his massive biceps. The man's skin was
warm and slightly damp with sweat. The smell coming from his body was
overpowering. Brandon was fully hard now and had to readjust his dick in
his shorts.

"Mmmm, so nice...," Mike moaned.

"Dad, maybe if you take your pants off and get on your stomach, I could
massage your back for you. Like they do at that place..."

Mike turned his head to look at his son and chuckled. "You gonna be my new
massage therapist, huh?"

Brandon blushed again and smiled.

"Alright, boy," Mike said as he stood up. He looked at his son on his knees
on the bed staring up at him. He could see the boy's hard dick sticking up
in his shorts. Suddenly, he felt strange getting undressed like this.

"Brand, get your clothes off, boy," Mike ordered. "I don't wanna be the
only dude in my underwear in here. It's hot anyway."

Brandon climbed off the bed and dropped his shorts to the ground, then
slowly pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his slim, smooth chest. His dick
poked out the top of his tight briefs. Looking at his dad's massive, hairy
chest and broad shoulders made him feel embarrassed, and crossed his arms
as he stood in front of Mike.

Mike sensed the hesitation. "C'mere, boy," he said. The man wrapped his
arms around his son and hugged him, pressing the boy's head against his
chest.

"You ain't got nothin' to be ashamed of, boy. You see me walkin' around all
the time in my underwear, dontcha?"

Brandon felt safe held against his dad's hairy pec. He felt as though he
could be honest. "But it's different for you," he said quietly. "You're
strong and muscley..."

"Is that what it is, huh?" Mike chuckled. He stroked his son's
hair. "Everybody's different, buddy. Some guys are built like me and get
big and hairy. Right now you're still just a boy. Maybe one day you'll get
big too. But maybe not, and hey, that's OK. There's bound to be some dudes
out there that like that just fine, know what I mean?"

"Mmmhmm," Brandon sniffled. "Maybe guys like you?"

"I don't know `bout that buddy. But I bet they're out there," Mike
laughed. "Right now you just like your dad's body is all, huh?"

"Yeah, Dad. A lot."

Brandon hooked his fingers into his father's jeans and began to unfasten
the button. As he pulled Mike's pants down, he struggled to slide them over
the man's meaty ass. After he'd worked them down his legs, Mike sat on the
bed and let Brandon pull them off. Brandon saw the man's dick semi-erect in
his white briefs. He had an idea.

"Dad, if your back isn't hurting too bad, can I sit in your lap for a
little bit?" he asked.

"Yeah, boy. C'mere."

Just like the first night, Brandon crawled into his dad's lap as Mike sat
on the edge of the bed. Now that they were both in their underwear, Brandon
could feel his dad's thick cock under him, poking his ass. Almost
immediately, Brandon latched his lips onto Mike's left pec and began
nursing on the man's nipple.

Stroking his son's hair, Mike began to whisper. "Yeah, you're just a
boy. Gettin' off on your daddy's body, huh?"

"Mmmmmm," Brandon moaned.

"You love it when your dad comes home all sweaty from work and you get to
feel his muscles, don't ya?" Mike teased.

As he continued slurping on the his dad's chest, Brandon stared up at the
man's pit where he saw dark, damp hairs poking out from under his thick
arms.

"I see you lookin' at my pit, boy," Mike went on. He raised his arm
up. "You like gettin' up in there?"

Almost immediately, Brandon moved his head up and made his way to his dad's
pit. He pressed his nose in while Mike held the back of his head. Both men
let out heavy moans. Brandon felt his dick throb in his shorts.

"Hey, don't cum," Mike whispered. "Still waitin' for a massage."

Brandon rubbed his face in Mike's sweaty pit and worked his tongue through
the hairs as he tried to lick up as much as he could. His dad was right, he
thought—he was going to cum soon. After taking a final deep breath, the
boy lifted himself up off Mike's lap.

"OK, Dad, you can turn over," he said.

Mike moved up the bed and rolled onto his stomach, folding his arms on a
pillow as he laid his head to the side.

Brandon crawled on the man's back and sat on his meaty ass. Looking down,
he saw his own dick leaking precum out the top of his boy briefs. He was in
awe of how huge Mike's back was and how broad his shoulders were. He began
to knead the hard muscles along Mike's shoulders and down his spine, first
lightly, then with ever-increasing pressure. Brandon soon realized he
couldn't hurt the man.

Mike moaned softly. "Mmm, baby... Feels good..."

Working his way down his dad's back, Brandon saw there was some hair on the
man's back that got thicker just above his ass. Brandon scooted down and
sat on the back of his dad's thighs. His eyes were glued to the enormous
muscle ass, encased in sweat-soaked briefs. The boy's dick stiffened
more. He slipped his hands inside the waistband of Mike's underwear and
slowly pulled down. Mike had to lift himself up so they could get them
around his dick. Brandon watched with wide eyes as the briefs slowly slid
over the beefy mounds of his father's ass.

Once he had them off, Brandon did as he always did and brought the
underwear to his nose for a deep breath before tossing them aside.

Mike slid his legs apart, allowing his son room to sit between them.

Brandon ran his hands across the Mike's meaty ass cheeks, which were
covered in a light dusting of brown hair. He could see more hair in the
man's deep crevice. He began to squeeze each mound of ass, feeling the
muscle in them and working out the tension.

"Mmmmmm...," Mike moaned.

Brandon looked at the moist, hairy trench of his father's ass. From here he
could smell the scent of pure man. He ran his hand softly down his dad's
asscrack. It was hot and wet on his fingers. The boy's dick was leaking as
it stuck out the top of his briefs. He had to get closer still.

He leaned down and gave one of the man's ass cheeks a quick kiss.

"Mmmmm," Mike moaned again.

Brandon kissed the other cheek. He could taste the sweat he loved so
much. The smell was intoxicating. It wasn't nasty, Brandon thought, just
manly. The boy ran his tongue along the mound of ass, licking up dried
sweat.

"Mmmm, boy..." Mike knew what his son wanted. He spread his legs more.

"Brandon, get in there."

Slowly, Brandon lowered his face. He pulled each muscled cheek apart and
pushed his face into his dad's asscrack. He inhaled deeply, taking in the
sweat and manliness of the man's beefy butt. He felt his dick pulsate. He
prayed he wouldn't cum yet; he wanted this to last.

Reaching his arm around, Mike held his son's face firmly in his ass.

"Get your face in there, boy... Get your face in that big daddy
butt... Breathe it in good boy."

Brandon squirmed between his dad's legs, his face buried in the man's
asscrack. Instinctively, he began to take long laps up the crevice with his
tongue, drinking the sweat buried there. Mike shoved his ass up, pushing it
into his son's face. Brandon licked from the base of his dad's heavy balls
up the hairy, sweaty asscrack to the ridge of his lower back. The boy
noticed his father's dick was hard now as he gently rocked it against the
bed.

"Mmmm..." Mike encouraged his son. "Come on, boy... Eat that ass out
good... Get your tongue in there, son... Get it on my hole."

Pulling both massive ass cheeks apart, Brandon shoved his face in as deep
as he could and searched out the man's asshole with his tongue. The manly
taste and smell was stronger the deeper he went. In order to reach the spot
he was seeking, Brandon's face was encased between the mounds of the man's
muscle ass. With his hands he held the cheeks apart and pushed in as far as
he could. Working his way through the sweat and hair, he pushed in until
his tongue was in the man's tight hole.

"Aww, yeah..." Mike growled. "You love that big muscle ass, huh
boy?... Keep on eatin' it, get in there..."

Brandon rubbed his entire face up and down Mike's ass. He bit the cheeks
and sucked up sweat. Just like the man's pits, there was a slick sweat from
Mike's ass that now covered the boy's face. Brandon bucked his hips hard
against the bedsheets. A puddle of precum was forming. Suddenly aware that
he was about to shoot his load, he came up for air.

"Oh my god... Dad..." he muttered. "If I keep going I'm gonna...."

Mike lifted himself up on his knees and, reaching around again with his
hand, pushed the boy's face deep in his ass. He was ordering his son now.

"Come on, baby... Mmmm... Get your face in that man butt, boy..."

By now Mike's dick was hard as a rock and leaking as well. As he pushed
back onto his son's face, he began to jerk his cock.

"Oh yeah, boy... Gonna make me cum, too," he said.

Brandon quickly pushed his underwear down just enough to free his throbbing
dick. It only took a couple of strokes. With Mike holding his face firmly
in his ass, Brandon began to moan. The boy's body shook and he shot out the
heaviest load of his life. As thick globs of cum spilled out of Brandon's
cock, he grunted into his father's ass.

Mike stroked himself faster. "Awww, yeah boy! Fuck, here it
comes... Nnnnghhh... Fuck!..."

He was still rocking back on Brandon's face as he emptied his own load,
shooting thick ropes across the headboard. Covered in sweat and cum, they
both collapsed onto the bed.

"Take it easy, boy," Mike said. "Just rest a minute."

As he lay spent facedown between the man's legs, Brandon rested his head on
Mike's ass, almost like a pillow. He was exhausted but somehow not ready to
stop. From here he could still smell his dad. He licked his lips, savoring
the taste in his mouth. After a minute, he ran his fingers over his dad's
meaty butt and down the man's wet crack again, then brought his fingers to
his nose and lips. He could do this for days, he thought.


To be continued.

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