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Is this a true story? Sort of. Get pumping. ------------
Brian. 7 inches. 16.
Alarm clock. Hard dick. Brian opened his eyes, scratched his abs, and pulled at his cock. It was 2 PM, but he was tired after just waking up (out late last night... morning... whenever). He threw off the covers and got up. Fuck. I have to get to work. He pulled on some boxers in a quick sort of way and ran to the bathroom out in the hall.
Shit. It wasn't very long til he heard the water running -- Dad was still in the shower, probably on a break from work. He knocked on the door a bunch of times, six minutes to get to work (not counting a ten minute leeway secured for being just a little late) and worst of all, he needed to take a piss. Bad.
He knocked on the door hard. "What? Brian?" His dad yelled out from the bathroom, and soon after the sound of water started to lessen. Brian was pacing, rubbing his dick to keep it quiet and panting his feet back and forth, standing out in the hallway in some boxers -- which were really uncomfortable, and he just realized they were on backwards. Fuck I hate getting up. Another loud knock and the door opens halfway, his Dad's wet head popping out of the door. Brian pushed it opened full way, walked past his wet Dad, pulled off his boxers and pissed out into the bowl with his semi-hard cock in his hand -- "Hey. Sorry."
"Yeah. Sorry. Forgot you had work today." Dad pulled his towel around his waist a little tighter -- Brian noticed. He picked up his boxers and looked at his father, a well-built, sort of husky man. Pretty tall, brown hair, gruff haven't-shaved-yet cheeks. Fully erect dick. Uncut. Thighs. Fucking monster thighs that you could feel against your ass, working that fat cock up his tight... "Brian, err --" he just realized his was about to start rubbing his dick when his father spoke up "-- I'll just be a few minutes out here, you can use the shower if you need it."
"Yeah. That'd be great." Bri nonchalantly put his boxers over the sink and reached over his Dad's bicep for the soap before getting in. He started scrubbing -- or tried to start scrubbing -- biceps, pits, chest, abs, face, legs... But as soon as he saw his father let his wet towel drop to the floor, all he could do was lather up his dick and watch the show.
He tried not to stare, but his father was so fucking hot. And his ass was just there. He imagined fucking it while his father tried to shave, watching him keep that same solid military rock face while getting pounded by his son's 7 incher, fucking harder and harder... "So what are you doing today, Bri?" Ramming that hot bubble butt with all his power... "After work, I mean."
Brian shoved a finger up his ass and started to thrust a little bit, watching his father through the curtain heavily, watching his calves flex back and forth, watching his ass clench back and forth, watching his triceps go back and forth, hips swinging... "I'm probably gunna go see Zach." Two strokes away from cumming, so he just started to play with his balls, squeezing and rubbing, brushing against his hole, feelin his thighs... "That's good." His father said. He shoved his foot on the counter and started to towel his right leg off. "Zach's a good kid. I always thought you should hang out with him more." He switched to his left leg, and Brian went back to stroking hard, long strokes that hurt as much as it felt so fucking good...
"Maybe you could invite him over or something tomorrow. What do you think?" He waited for Brian's answer, while quietly cupping his balls and looking in the mirror, appraising himself. He smiled at himself a bit, and started to stroke. "Brian?" He thought about his son in the shower, soaping up, taking that crew cut dirty blond hair by the hand and tossing his son's mouth on his full dick. His son must have a good-sized dick now. Like father like son. "Brian, you there?" He closed his eyes and continued stroking. Hard, oppressed, making it last longer, pushing his head so hard that he squints... He shuffled closer to the counter and let his balls drop on the cold marble, thrusting his legs a bit. Brian, still in the shower with his eyes shut against the hot water imaging his Dad fucking his tight ass, was getting close. His dick was getting harder and pulsing by the second. Dad's meat kept pounding harder and harder. Fuck, he thought, I'm close, Brian.. So close to coming, Dad... Brian. Pumped faster. Can't look at himself in the mirror anymore, focused on the thought of fucking his son. Fucking his father. Dad. Fucking harder. Brian. Fuck. Aaaw shit. Brian closed his eyes and silently came six or seven squirts of cum. His father fucked his dick against the sink all he could before releasing a loud growl and cumming all over the sink -- Brian noticed. He stepped out of the shower and put his hand on his panting dad's shoulder, letting his still semi-hard dick flop around with his father looking out of the corner of his eye. His Dad's limp dick was still in his right hand. Brian grinned a "Nice," slapped his father's ass and walked out -- Dad watched after him til the door closed and continued pumping for a second spin. This time, his son was getting spanked. By the time he came, it was Brian spanking him.
Zach. 6 inches. 16.
Brian was always late for work. A whole fucking half hour later Zach's had to cover for the prick. And what was the point? Well, obviously. Brian has a sweet ass.
He's seen it too. They've known each other for a while now, family friends and shit like that. Whenever he's at his house, Brian has a habit of walking around naked. Nothing really gay, but just from the bathroom to his room and stuff. Zach's always figured Brian's an exhibitionist, really. And so there's always that hope that one day he'll just rip off his shirt and grin and start to suck off on his dick in the storage room with a hurricane tongue. He could just see Bri standing in front of him, naked, on purpose, with that I'm-a-fucking-god look on his face, ready to unzip his Blockbuster uniform pants... "Zach!" He shuffled to pull back up his boxers and zip his pants and started for the door before hearing "Zach! Are you in storage? Unpack the Guaranteed In Stock boxes, alright? Brian just got here, he'll come in to help you in a second!"
By the time Brian opened the door and waited for a response (Brian's always waiting for a response. It's one of the things Zach knew from the start), Zach was working steadily (or at least pretending to) and said resentfully [and pretty loudly], "You're late." Brian grinned and closed the door, "Yeah. Sorry about that. I was busy." Zach rolled his ass, but his dick was still pretty stiff from before. As a matter of fact, it was getting harder. Rubbing it up against the metal shelf ever since Bri came in probably wasn't helping that -- Brian, as usual, noticed.
Zach pretending to work on filing movies -- he didn't even know the titles, he just put them into piles and listened to Brian breathe behind him, and he just kept getting all the harder. Bri has that effect on most guys. Brian had the same thing in mind. Quietly, he pulled off his blue and yellow Blockbluster polo crew and walked close behind Zach. Breathing on his neck, hands going across his waist, beneath his belt.
Zach turned around while Brian looked into his face and shoved his tongue down his throat, popping the button of his pants in one motion and felt up his dick. His hard dick. Aw fuck. "Zach! Brian! Are you done yet? We need these shelves restocked by 3! You really ne..." Over the tone of his yells from outside, Brian kept his eyes closed and kept his body moving against Zach's while kissing and saying quietly, "Let's go back to my place." Around all the noise, these are the words that Zach hears the loudest.
Brian opens the doors and leads the way into his room, peeling off clothes while walking and doing that hot little butt strutting thing that Zach can't fucking get enough of. When they get into his room, Zach's slowly peeling off his clothes but the only thing he knows is Brian's flaccid 5 inches is hanging in front of him and he is saying, "You want to touch it, right?" He looked at Zach honestly while stroking and walking over to him. He nodded, and Bri pushed him down to his knees. "Fucking suck it then." He closed his eyes and leaned back. Brian's dick was everything he dreamed of. It felt hard in his mouth, solid and heavy. It fucked back and forth from Bri's hips with a kind of growl coming from his throat. The veins pricked against his teeth and Brian winced and moaned, liking it harder, pushing and grinding his dick down Zach's throat. "Fuck it cocksucker, take it all. God don't stop." His balls were clenched tight, Zach squeezed them hard and Brian fucked his face harder and harder. "Suck it good, Zach." He slurped the hot rod with his tongue and licked slow and hard against the slit, precum already coming out.
"Fucking hell." I moved faster and faster while he bucked his hips and clenched his ass harder and longer, he pumped his slippery dick into my mouth, ready to shoot off, he slammed my head into him and banged me against him fifteen or twenty times before he finally came. With a grin he said, "Get on your ass."
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