AUTHOR's NOTE: This is a work of fiction written for entertainment of adults only. It is not intended to be a depiction of the actual characters from Home Improvement. This is the third (and probably last) in a series of stories. Thanks to all the many readers who wrote and begged for another installment in this story. This is what you asked for so I hope it is well received. I always appreciate any remarks or feedback you care to give. Please let me know what you think. Contact me at gr84chat@hotmail.com. Happy reading. Kevin.
It had been more than a month since Tim and Al's amazing weekend at Wilson's cabin. To say that his life was upside down was an understatement. Since the fires of sex with another man had been rekindled, Tim had found it hard to think of little else. He'd been with Al ten times now, six times at his place, twice at work after the crew went home, once in Tim's garage when the family was gone, and once in the stockroom at Harry's. Hardware took on a new meaning that day as Tim bent Al over the top of a flat of paint cans with his bare ass hanging out, jeans around his ankles, and Tim pile driving his fuzzy hole for all it was worth. Al had pushed Tim to his knees and Tool Man had swallowed the Borland Bratwust and sucked him until his fat purple prick slid out from underneath that thick foreskin and Tim jammed the nozzle of a Binford 6900 Shop Vac stuck on his fat sausage and resumed drilling the Borland butt until both men exploded in a chorus of grunts and man calls that echoed across the concrete floor. Twice now, the men had discreetly rubbed generous amounts of their slick man sauce over the telephone receiver, laughing at what Harry (or Doris) would think talking on that phone, their mouth inches from the pungent aroma of a Taylor-Borland spunk stew polishing the mouthpiece of the phone.
The strange thing for Tim was that his relationship with Jill had never been better. Since he'd started porking Al, he'd actually been more horny than ever. He and Jill's lovemaking had risen from once a week or even once every two weeks, to 4-5 times a week. In fact, almost every time he'd gotten back from having Al squirt a pint of pecker paste up his butt or down his throat, he's crawled into bed with Jill and kept right on going. He'd started eating her pussy like never before and even managed to slide his dick up her ass three times now. She'd wanted him to try it for a while, but he was always afraid, remembering his boyhood buttfucking with Marty. But now, he felt liberated, like he was a sex machine some of the time and he just wanted more and more. Jill had even begun to get the hang of cocksucking, although she was still way behind Al in that department. He'd even been toying with the idea of hooking back up with Marty again after all these years. When they were out in the garage the other day, Tim had even brought up the game of "touch" they'd played as boys, wondering how Marty would react. He'd been surprised to see how Marty laughed and added details of his own to the memories. He watched Marty shift his swelling penis more than once to the other side of his pants as they talked.
But it was the images of his boys, especially Brad that kept haunting him. Ever since that day he walked in on Brad and Randy in the shower and got a look at the two teenagers, wet and slick and rock-hard. And then, the vivid memory of Brad grabbing his erection and squeezing it. The boldness and sexiness of that had driven Tim nuts. He'd kept that image in his mind while making love with Jill or Al and it was almost suffocating. He kept seeing Brad's hard, almost monstrous cock, fat and straight, bobbing against his loaded blond nuts. His flat belly with the tiny golden trail of fuzz from his navel to his dick and the smoothness of his chest, his dark large nipples and soft fur under his arms. Then he would remember Randy, small, compact, hard stomach, fat chunky cock resting on top of the biggest and lowest hanging balls he'd ever seen. The firm roundness of his boyish ass and the fuzz that grew around the top of his ass crack. It was almost too much for the man and he got weak just thinking about it.
Then two days ago, when he got home from work early, he was going upstairs to take a show and heard a funny sound coming from Mark's room. He opened the door silently and his eyes opened wide. There on Mark's bed on all fours was Ronnie, his weird punk friend. The boy was naked except for his dog collar and he was working hard no giving Mark a blow job. Mark, with his newly shaven head, looked powerful and lean and he forced Ronnie's head deeper and deeper onto his rigid cock. When Ronnie pulled back, Mark's cock was straight and thin and surrounded by a large dark mound of brown curls. Ronnie shifted around and now his ass crack was facing Tim, a thin line of dark fur running down the center toward the dusty pink pucker. He could see Mark was licking his finger and then reaching over to slide it deep inside the punks bunghole over and over again. The boys changed positions and now Mark's asshole was wide open to Tim's view as Mark pushed Ronnie's ass far apart and began to lick it hungrily. Mark's furry nutsack swung back and forth and his asshole pulsed with his rim job action, causing the silent Ronnie to groan and gasp under his breath. Mark rose up and aimed his straight rod at Ronnie's slimy hole. The tall boy leaned forward with all his weight and Tim watched Ronnie's sphincter pop open and Mark's hard boy cock slide all the way home.
"Fuck my cunt, " Ronnie whispered as Mark began to mercilessly drill the dark boy, pounding deep inside his fuzzy hole. Ronnie reached behind him and pulled Mark deeper inside as Mark held on to the boy's thin hips and rode him until he was near climax. He pulled out and Ronnie swung around and caught the load on his tongue, swallowing the large wad of cream. In what seemed like a well-rehearsed ballet, Ronnie leaned back and Mark began to lick his balls and dark shaft, pulling Ronnie's foreskin with his teeth and then plunging down on the bone to the root. He sucked him hard for a few moments and then moved to straddle Ronnie's face. The punker bathed Mark's smooth hole and inserted his tongue deep within. In a few moments, Mark crawled down and sat squarely on Ronnie's thick penis and allowed it to slip inside his slick hole. The boys bounced and bucked and sweat poured off them and finally Mark pulled off with sucking sound and opened his mouth wide to take all of Ronnie's spunk. The tall boy lapped it all up and then licked Ronnie's face with his sticky tongue.
Tim's mouth was wide open in the hall. His dick was out and there was a thick white rope of sperm sliding down Mark's door toward the carpet. He quietly closed the door and scooped off the come, quickly licking it off and creeping downstairs. He then opened and slammed the garage door. He heard a loud shuffle of feet overhead as he headed upstairs.
"Hey, is anybody home?" Tim said heading toward Mark's room. The door was open and he just saw the bathroom door close. He looked in the doorway to Mark's room and almost screamed when he saw Ronnie just standing there. He was still naked, his erection just beginning to fade, with a thin string of cum dangling from the edge of his foreskin. The boy stared at Tim with vacant eyes. Mark came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of baggy shorts that hung down low on his thin frame well past his navel, almost to his pubes. His penis was still hard and pressed against the fabric. He had a frantic look on his face.
"Geez, Ronnie, you scared me to death," Tim said. "What in the hell are you doing in here naked?"
"It's hot, " was all the punker said, his dark make-up causing his eyes to seem sunken back in his head. Mark jumped in and added, "Uh, Ronnie was hot but then I spilled my Coke on him and I was getting him some shorts to put on and then he found out his boxers were wet too and so I was trying to find him some underwear when I .."
"Take a breath, Motor mouth," Tim said jokingly. He looked back at Ronnie again. The weirdo was still just standing there, his penis now back up to full erection, his dark brown tip slipping past his foreskin to the air. "How come you're sprouting that wood there, Ronnie," Tim said quizzically.
"Horny." was the response.
"He was just looking at my Heidi calender, Dad. Uh here, Ronnie. Put these on," Mark ordered handing the boy a pair of boxers. Ronnie mechanically stepped into the shorts and pulled them up. His bone fell right out of the fly. Tim rolled his eyes and left, heading for his room. He heard the two giggling like little girls as soon as he'd left.
Brad walked across the floor of Al's bedroom and picked up his Calvin's and pulled them on. He walked back and snuggled against the hairy man, still recovering on his bed. He took the cigar from Al's fingers and took a draw. Over the past two weeks he'd learned to enjoy the dizzy buzz they gave him. It was like sucking on Al one more time and he couldn't get enough of that. He's been with Al four times now and his ass was still not used to that huge slab of meat Al was so skilled at ramming home into his aching teenaged pucker. He loved laying here and feeling safe and loved and wanted. He didn't mind the fact that he seemed absolutely rock Al's world as well. The big man just couldn't get enough of the Bradster and they had worked hard on coming up with excuses to get together. He was still amazed at the feelings of Al's soft beard against his face as they kissed soft and then hard and long. Brad moved down and took Al's softened penis between his fingers and slid the thick skin back once again. He touched his tongue lightly to the tip, tasting the spicy flavors saturating the sticky head. His breath alone was enough to make Al's glans swell and begin to fill the hard teenage boy's warm mouth. Brad had brought his cocksucking techniques to a new level under Al's patient tutoring and he methodically allowed his tongue, lips, mouth, and throat work their magic on the Borland bone until once again, Al tensed his asshole together and delivered another big helping of white spuz into Brad's lingering mouth. It was all the hairy man could do to keep from ripping off the tight white Calvin's and getting the teen fucker to drill his fuzzy hole one more time. But there was something else on his mind and on Brad's mind as well, Al realized. He pulled the big boy up and the two lay softly panting in the sex scented bedroom of Al's home. Al shifted his weight a little and cupped the boy's muscled butt cheeks in his hands as he talked.
"Brad, I think I've got some good news for you, " Al said looking intensely into those large Taylor eyes.
"Yeah, what's that?"
"Well, last night at the hardware store, I had a long talk with your Dad and convinced him that with you being 18 and all and getting ready to be a senior, he didn't have a lot of time left to spend with you. So, I believe he's planning on taking you on a hiking trip this next weekend."
Brad raised up with wide eyes and a big grin, "No shit?"
"Totally shitless, Bradley," Al added.
"Yes!" Brad hissed and kissing his Uncle Al loudly on the lips. "Oh man, Al, you didn't tell him anything we've been talking about?"
"No. I thought it was best to let it all just happen if it's supposed to. But you've got to remember, Brad. Your dad may not go for this. It's a big deal. But we did talk about you and I know he is curious about that day in the shower when you grabbed him. It's been freaking him out pretty good and I know he is wondering what might happen."
"Al, he still doesn't know about us does he."
"God, no. I'm not sure the time will ever come for that. I just told him you've been wondering about a lot of things and had a lot of questions about sex. I told him you needed some answers from him. So he "ow, ow, ow" grunted a bit and then gave me sort of a frantic look. I think he'd love to ask Wilson about this one, but I don't know what he'd say. Besides, Wilson is at that owl conference in Portland.
"Al, what am I supposed to do. I can't just say, 'Hey Dad, how about us butt fuck each other tonight?'"
"I agree with you there. Brad, just take it slow, like you did with Jennifer. I would say, uh, flirt. "
"Like how?"
"I don't know, uh make sure to tell dirty jokes, especially one's that talk about dicks and balls. Find reasons to bend over a lot and get your ass right up in his face. Mm, maybe figure out a way to keep undressing a lot in front of him and then talk about enjoying not wearing clothes for a while. Ask a million questions about sex, the more graphic, the better. Hell, I know he's just taking a little two man hiking tent. That alone will get you closer to his Polish food farts than you'll ever want to be."
"Okay. I get the idea. I think I can do it."
"Just be subtle. The more you act innocent but horny, the more it will drive him crazy."
"Do you know where he's taking me?"
"Bagby Hot Springs."
Oh shit, that place is great. I've been wanting to go there forever but mom said no because of the clothing optional stuff."
"I don't think you're dad is telling her exactly where your going."
Brad leaned back and grinned. It was going to happen. He was going to be alone with his Dad in a tent in the wilderness, right in the middle of a goddam nude hot springs camp. He felt his cock harden and press against his briefs, the tip beginning to poke out the elastic band. Al moved down and freed the teen's swollen prick and swallowed it, massaging the golden ringed balls as he sucked. In a few moments, another hot load of Brad cream was coating his palate and tongue. Damn that Tim Taylor, Al thought..
Tim' s tongue traced the hot lips of Jill's pussy and lapped eagerly at the juiced that saturated his moist face. He'd already succeeded in making her cum once and he was eager to do it again. All he had to do was imagine his face buried in the crotch of Michael Andretti or Troy Aikman and he could lick away all day. Since he'd discovered this new fantasy life, not to mention his ongoing sessions with Al, his sex with Jill was better than ever. He knew she didn't know all that was going on in his mind, but she was getting better attention and more romantic attention than ever before. Her moaning was growing again and he was eager to shoot his wad. He flipped her over on her back and entered her in one thrust, her cunt lips tight around his swollen penis. He began to thrust in long steady motions, feeling Jill's tits swing with the force of his pounding. Just then, the image of Brad and Randy in that shower drifted across his mind. He saw their slick, hard bodies and the hard teenage dicks that had been standing up, barking at the moon. And then Brad reaching out and squeezing his dick through his pants as he looked his dad square in the eyes. Tim's mind suddenly drifted back as he heard Jill yelling in a harsh whisper.
"Tim, Tim, ...uh, uh, stop , oh god, you're in ...the...wrong...HOLE!"
Tim's eyes opened wide and he looked down and saw his fat cock sliding in and out of Jill's ass and the next moment he lunged forward with a ...awh, awh, AWH...and pumped a full load of cream deep inside his wife's butt. Jill made a low groan herself and Tim felt her muscles contract around his shaft in the obvious pulsations of an orgasm. They lay there for several minutes until Tim's spent penis slid from Jill's aching hole. She turned over and slipped her tongue deep inside his mouth.
"Uh, sorry about the ...uh screw up there..." Tim began after they stopped kissing.
"Yeah. Where were you. I was practically screaming for you to stop," Jill began and then her frown turned to a smile and she cupped her husband's hairy ass cheeks in her hands and squeezed them, " and then I was really screaming. My god, Tim. That was the best orgasm we've ever had. I can't believe I took you up my butt. I mean, damn, we were just a real porno couple there for a minute or two. Thanks for being so aggressive and showing me how good that can be."
Tim just smiled and kissed her again and thanked his lucky stars Jill wasn't the mind reader she thought she was.
"So when are you and Brad leaving tomorrow?"
"Early as I can blast him out of bed."
"I think it's great what you're going to do with him."
"Huh??" Tim asked feeling his heart speed up.
"Taking him camping, just the two of you, you know bonding. It's really sweet Tim. I think the other boys are jealous. I hope you'll take each one of them out like this before too long."
"Sure. Why not, " he said with a grin.
Brad's eyes were still blurry with sleep as the Nomad sped along the road to the hills where he and his had would be camping. He'd wanted to check out these hot springs for a long time. His buddy, Jason, had been up there and said it was way cool to see hikers or campers going in and out of the tubs without clothes. He knew Jason liked looking at him in the locker room and figured he got an eyeful at the springs as well. You had to hike in about 3 miles off the road. There was no sign but there was a small gravel parking lot where two other vehicles were parked as they arrived. As usual, Brad noticed his dad hadn't said much on the trip up, not even when he had awakened him that morning and had a clear view of Brad's morning boner jutting out from the fly of his boxers. Brad remembered Al's words of advice as they pulled to a stop at the parking area and he decided to start the action.
"Hey Brad, can you reach back there and grab the backpack off the seat," Tim asked still fiddling with trying to park where no one would ding the Nomad.
"Sure." Brad wheeled around and leaned over the seat making sure that he stuck his ass as much in Tim's face as he could. Tim's eyes opened wide as Brad's firm round ass bobbled against his nose and hit him twice in the face. He could feel the heat from Brad's crack against his skin. He reached up and grabbed a handful of Brad's butt and pushed it away.
"Hey, back the buttmobile up, Brad. I've already had breakfast."
"Yeah, but it was no where near as good as me," he added with a grin to his dad.
Tim shoved Brad away with a "yeah right" and started loading up for the hike into the springs. They both donned new Binford packs with ultra lightweight sleeping bags and a new dome tent. Tim has brought along some of Wilson's jerky and for once it was beef instead of yak or moose. He had an assortment of freeze-dried camp foods from the Binford line and figured they'd be pretty fine for food. Tim helped Brad adust his pack and rolled his eyes as he found himself staring at the teen's firm ass once again. Brad's tan legs were covered with a thick mat of blond hair, the same thick fur that poked out sensuously from the boy's armpits underneath the snug tank top. They locked up the car and started off on the trail. They's only gone about 500 yards in when Brad told Tim he needed to take a piss. Tim figured he might as well drain the old tank as well and stopped beside his boy and pulled out his dong. Right before he relaxed and let the stream flow Brad called.
"Dad. Before you pee, pinch the end of your dick and then start it flowing and let the pressure build up and then, boom, see how far you can piss. I bet I can shoot father than you." Brad was standing in front of Tim, hands on his hips, shorts pulled down underneath his nutsack that was framed with the same golden blond fur that covered his boy. His testicles were pushed up hard against his scrotum and looked huge as they held up his heavy penis. They boy was grinning and now gripped the tip of his penis and pinched it closed, waiting for Tim to join in. Tim pushed down his pants and felt his cock flop out, half-hard already. Brad look a long look at him and grinned wider. He pinched his dick lips closed and felt his shaft fill up with hot piss. Suddenly Brad yelled "Now!" and they released sending an arch of yellow piss almost 50 feet across the trail Brad yelled "Awesome," and continued to let his piss flow, still with hands on hips, making a foamy puddle in the dust on the trail. Tim directed his own stream to Brad's and said with a grin, "I think I got you there, buddy."
"No way," Brad said flexing his ass muscles together and making his prick bounce the last drops of piss off. "I shot 5 feet further than you."
"I don't think so," Tim added and shook his own pecker before slipping it back inside his shorts. Brad tucked in his penis and they went across the path and saw where the damp ground ended on the dusty path. Brad's mark was only two inches longer than Tim's.
"Told you," Brad said wickedly.
"Big deal. You just needed to piss more than I did, that's all."
"O come on, Dad. You're getting older, the old johnson just can't compete with the young stud."
"Uh, it looked to me that the young stud looked like a carbon copy of the old johnson, equipment wise that it."
"Yeah. Guess I did inherit the most important piece of equipment from my Dad," Brad said giving his basket a squeeze.
"Aw, you got that right," Tim said in his growl-grunt voice as he started hiking up the trail again. Brad smiled to himself and thought things were going pretty well. He caught up to his dad.
"Hey, Dad, what's the deal with Randy's balls. I mean, you've seen them. How'd he get those?"
Tim tried to mask his surprise at Brad's open line of conversation. "Uh, well , yeah they are pretty impressive swingers."
"They look like bull balls. If he was hiking with us he could sling them over his shoulder and put them in his backpack"
Tim laughed loudly. "Yeah. Well maybe it's just because he is a small guy that they look so big and long."
"Well, I've seen them up close and they are big. You can't even hardly hold them in your hand."
Tim's mind was reeling at this. "Just a lucky guy. I think my Dad had some pretty hefty balls and your Uncle Marty... "
"Yeah, they're low hangers too," Brad said and instantly realized what he'd done. He looked at his Dad who had a quizzical expression on his face and so Brad added awkwardly, "Randy sort of changed clothes with him at the lake last year. He told me they were pretty huge." Brad winced at his clumsy attempt at cover up. Tim wondered what was going on but decided to forget it. They hiked on through the forest as the path climbed higher into the hills. Tim dug out a couple of Tootsie-pops for them to suck on as they walked. After a few minutes, Brad decided to continue the conversation a bit more.
"Hey, I bet ole Al has some big ole balls, huh Dad?"
"Whaaa.." Tim choked on the candy and Brad had to whack him on the back to help him catch his breath. Brad fought hard to keep the giggles inside as he knew his dad was totally freaked out by that last statement.
Tim regained his breath and straightened up. "Thanks a lot, Brad," Tim said sarcastically. "How should I know how big Al's balls are?"
"I just thought you might of seen them sometime, that's all. I didn't mean.."
"I know you didn't. To tell the truth, I have seen them and they are big. We've taken a couple of showers together at the Y before and ole Al's got a pretty impressive set of cajones, not to mention that tube steak that would choke a mule. You know he's uncircumcised."
"Really?" Brad feigned surprise.
"Yeah. He's lost a lot of weight lately and he's looking a lot better, I think."
"I noticed he looked a little less flabby."
"When you see him up close, he's not really flabby at all", Tim said then wondered if he was saying too much.
They made the three miles in about an hour. The trail crossed a swift stream over a narrow log bridge and opened up to a clearing where the Forest Service had constructed a long wooden structure that had five private rooms with tubs in front and a big covered porch in back with several small tubs and three big ones. The campground was about another quarter-mile up the trail. They found a great spot. There was only one other tent in place. It was still early spring and there were even small patches of snow left in the shadowy places around the camp. The men sat to work and made camp quickly. Tim managed to almost break one of the poles to the dome tent before Brad took it away from him. Tim smiled at Brad's strong arms as they pounded the stakes in the ground. Tim unrolled the sleeping mats and bags and started to throw them in the tent when Brad took them away from him and said that he would fix it right. Tim said, "fine" and started collecting fire wood. He kept looking back at Brad's ass sticking out of the tent flap as the tall boy settled the contents of the tent to his liking. Tim bent down to get some small kindling bits and also so he would have a clear view up the wide leg of Brad's shorts. The strong fuzzy legs opened just enough to give a clear peak at the soft cotton pouch of his jockeys. Tim closed his eyes and let the image burn into his memory. And Brad smiled, knowing he was driving the old man nuts.
The camp was ready in less than 30 minutes and the men stood around wondering what to do next.
"Do you want to hike some more, or fish, or play cards, or what?" Tim asked.
"Well, I though we came up here to sit in the tubs."
"I know, but we can only do that so long. I just thought you might want to wait for a while."
"If we go now, then we can go back more times. If it's alright, I think I ready to see some naked folks in the tubs."
Tim grinned. "Guess that is why we came. Okay. Get your towel." The two walked back to the hot tub pavilion at a brisk pace.
"I'm guessing you want to go on the back porch where the other people are?" Tim said out of the side of his mouth as they walked.
"No shit. Why'd you think I've been working out so much. So I could shake my tackle in front of everybody and amaze them with my power and charm."
"Oh brother."
They arrived at the pavilion and went around to the back porch. There was an enclosed area with wooden pegs to hang your things on and a small warning sign reminding guests that this was a clothing optional place and to be advised. Some one had scratched underneath..."and be aroused." A tall college-age guy was just coming in from the tub area. His whole body was steaming in the cool air. He had towel wrapped around his waist that he dropped upon entering the shelter. Tim gave him the once over. Good build. Dark hair and skin. The guy bent over to dry his feet and gave both Tim and Brad an excellent crack shot . Brad was standing close and feigned sticking his finger in the guy's hole while Tim waved madly for him to stop. About that time, two women walked in. Both in their 30s and both nude. They were nicely built with larger than average tits and a huge amount of pubic hair. They both said hello and retrieved their towels and started drying off. Tim looked at Brad who's mouth was open as he had his shorts half way off. Tim nudged the boy and mouthed for him to "quit staring." This shook Brad out of his reverie and he continued pulling off clothes until he stood naked in the pavilion wearing a wide grin. Tim noticed both of the women gathered their things and left the area without dressing, just leaving the towels around. The taller of the two said "Enjoy the water" as she looked at Brad and then at Tim who had just stepped out of his underwear. Brad echoed, "We will" and grabbed his towel and started for the porch. Tim hung his clothes up and grabbed his own towel. The college boy was still naked drying and combing his hair. His thick penis was half erect, it's foreskin pulled back. The penis was surrounded by a dark thatch of brown hair and low hangers that looked a lot like Randy's.
"Is this your first time up here?" the college guy asked Tim.
"Uh yeah."
"That your son or boyfriend with you?"
"My son," Tim said with a terse tone.
"He sure seems comfortable naked. Most guys always wait till the chicks clear out before they undress."
"Well, I don't know, he's just 18 and a little crazy I guess."
The college boy gazed hard at Tim and his eyes traveled down to his crotch. The cool air had hardened his nipples and his cock was beginning to rise. "Hey, you're that Tool Guy, aren't you. My dad watches you all the time."
"Yeah, that's me."
"Wait till he hears I saw the Tool Man and his tool!"
"Funny guy," Tim grunted as he walked by and then muttered, "Blow me" to himself.
Tim walked out to the porch and saw the steaming baths in a row on the deck. There was a group of three older women in the first one. He tried to keep his face turned so they couldn't see him and recognize him. Damn TV, he thought. The only others there was a what looked like a father and three sons in the very last tub. The Dad looked like he was almost comatose in the hot water. The boys ages about 8, 10, and 13 or so were sitting on the edge of the tub yacking and joking. All of them had long brown hair, past their shoulders. They got up and went over to the edge of the porch and were crawling around on the railing, oblivious to their nakedness it seemed. They were all uncircumcised. The oldest had a dark ring of fur around his chubby penis hidden away inside a long foreskin. Their skin was dark brown and all had tiny black mustaches and dark hairs that trailed down their slim backs to their rounded butts. Tim looked back at the Dad now who was laying out beside the tub, long hair matted to his face. He had no chest hair at all, only black nests of armpit hair and a trimmed mound of black fur around his enormous uncut dick that was flopped up on his belly exposing a smooth red-brown nutsack that was almost hairless.
"Hey Dad, you coming or not?"
Tim shook himself and looked over the steaming tubs to the one beside the family. He could see Brad's blond hair already plastered in curls against his head. He tub was empty except for a man who was sitting in the tub with a fishing hat on, reading a book. Tim couldn't imagine why Brad had picked this...
"Hi-dee Ho Good neighbor."
"Wilson?" Tim asked incredulously.
"Right you are, Neighbor Tim. Young Brad here has already found me and here you are as well."
"What are you doing here?"
"Well, Tim, I imagine the same as you. Taking a nice hot soak. I try and come up here about 5 or 6 times a year. Seems to do my back a lot of good. So Tim, are happy to see me, or is it just cold out there?"
Tim suddenly realized he was standing buck naked in front of Wilson and sure enough, he was more than half-mast.
"Good one, Wilson," Brad said giving the man hiding behind the book a high-five.
Tim jumped into to tub and almost screamed when the hot water seared his nuts. "Oh shit, I didn't even need that vasectomy. I shoulda just come here. This would kill every sperm I ever had."
"No, no, Tim. It would simply have annihilated a few hundred thousand. Would have taken care of you for a couple of weeks or so, but then your testicles would have worked overtime to get you right back to your former virile self. However, this hot water does tend to make one's balls drop."
"Wilson?"
"No kidding. Look, my balls are hanging as low as Randy's," Brad said smiling as he raised up and displayed his steaming groin for Tim and Wilson to see. His penis was beginning to swell and his nuts were stretched low and bright red.
"That they are Taylor teen," Wilson added taking a long hard look at Brad's swelling pecker. Tim couldn't help but wonder how Wilson could know about Randy's balls, but hell, the guy knew everything so why not.
The three men passed the next hour with gentle chatting and laughing, ever so often they would rise from the steaming water and rest on the smooth decking beside, watching their hot bodies shimmer in the cool air as the heat dissipated. Wilson and Tim launched into a deep conversation on one of Wilson's latest interests. Brad wandered over to the three long haired boys that were still playing quietly in and out of the water in their tub. Their father was still sleeping, must be really tired, Brad thought. He talked to the oldest one whose name was Big. He said his dad brought them up there about 3 times a month to purify the soul, whatever the hell that meant, the boy said. He introduced his brothers, True and Skye.
"Why is your name Big?" Brad asked the boy as the two sat beside each other, feet dangling inside the tub.
The boy just smiled and pointed between his legs at his semi-erect penis that was sliding out of a dark and thick foreskin.
"Oh right," Brad said.
"I guess just because I was the first. I'm the "Big" brother."
"Do you get kidded about it?"
"Yeah. But once they see this (pointing to his dick) they stop kidding."
Brad laughed and pushed the boy lightly with this hand, knocking him into the tub. Brad joined him and they soon were scooting around wrestling. Brad put a body lock around the thin boy and pressed his stomach and groin against Big's butt. Brad enjoyed the slippery feel of the boy's skin against his penis. He moved his hands down near Big's hard cock. The boy took his hand and moved it away. He spun around and sat on Brad's lap, his dick standing up straight and hard against the teenagers big meat. The boy grabbed Brad's penis and his own and slowly pumped them together. Brad leaned back and let Big beat them off as he slipped a finger easily inside the boy's brown butthole, fucking him smoothly as he felt himself building to a climax. But about that time, the two little boys came over and jumped into the water and Big pulled away. The little boys had seen what was going on and instantly were scooting over and rubbing their slick bodies against the two older boys and soon two new hands were fondling Brad's cock and balls, running through his blond bush and even nudging between his ass cheeks for a close up of his anus. He felt True's smaller finger slid up inside his hole and saw that Skye was positioning himself to begin to suck on the teen's big cock.
However, another couple came onto the porch and this was enough for Brad. He pulled away from the horny little bastards and slid quietly back into the tub with Wilson and his dad. The men stared at Brad's full erection as he moved under the water.
"Uh everything okay there Taylor teen," Wilson asked.
"Yeah. Those little boys were just a little to familiar, Wilson. If you know what I mean."
"Uh, huh, um hum, certainly do, Brad. " Wilson rose and climbed out of the hot water and readjusted his hat. His uncut penis was bright red and his balls hung down halfway to his knees. "Well Taylor men, I am fairly well poached. I will leave you too it. Don't stay in there too long or you'll get overdone."
"Thanks a lot, Wilson." "Nice to see you," the two answered.
Wilson grabbed a towel and draped it over his shoulders. A few more people were coming and he looked around at them and then back at Tim and Brad. He leaned down and said in a lower voice, "Might be more comfortable in one of the private rooms, " and then he left.
Tim looked blank at those words and Brad's eyes opened wide. Wilson was one observant guy."
"Dad, I think I'm boiled too. Let's get out and come back later when it's not so crowded."
"Sounds like a plan."
With that, the two climbed out of the tub and found their towels. They dried quickly in the cool air. Brad slipped his shoes on, grabbed his clothes, and started off at a jog toward the tent, still naked. Tim slid his shorts on and his shoes and followed close behind him. By the time he reached the campsite, Brad had disappeared inside the tent. Tim laid this shirt and towel on the picnic table and made a quick fire. He only singed a little hair off his arm trying to light the fire. Lucky day, he thought. Brad crawled back out of the tent wearing only a pair of cut off sweats and from the look of them they were Randy's. They were way too tight to be comfortable but man, did they show off his equipment, Tim thought. His dick was still full and tented out the front of the knit shorts. The tip of his penis and the rim at the top of the shaft were clearly outlined. Tim felt himself stir to life inside his shorts. This kid is one big tease, he thought.
They made a small meal of some of the freeze-dried foods and beef jerky. Tim washed his down with a beer he'd brought and shared it with Brad who, he noticed, didn't seem to have any trouble downing. They played a couple of hands of cards and laughed about some of Tim's better mistakes and screw-ups. After a while, Brad decided it was time to have some more fun.
"Dad, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"When you were young, did you and Uncle Marty ever cornhole each other or anything?"
Tim's mouth fell open and started at Brad who seemed to be completely sincere in his question. He coughed and adjusted himself on the bench. He even looked around to see if someone had heard Brad's question.
"Sorry, Dad. I shouldn't have asked. Never mind."
"No. It's not that. You just really took me by surprise with that one." Tim shook his head and bent over the table closer to Brad and said in a low voice. "You might say something like that happened maybe. Why?"
"I just wondered what it's like. Do you think there's something wrong with me?"
"No, Brad. You're just curious. That's normal. Just like Marty and I were curious. But that was a long time ago. And besides, I might ask you the same thing about you and Randy?"
"Me? Dad, I'm shocked. How could you say..."
"Hey, knock off the bullshit, Brad. I saw you too in the shower."
"What did you see?"
"Well I saw too horny boys with hard dicks and red faces and it didn't take too much imagination to figure out the rest."
"Yeah, well, maybe, like you said, something might have sort of happened. So what did you and Uncle Marty do?"
Tim started shuffling the cards and looked up at Brad slyly. "It's not easy for me to talk about."
"You want me to ask you and you just answer?"
"I don't know.."
"Did he suck your dick?"
"Jesus, Brad."
"Did he?"
Tim threw down the cards. "Fine. Yes, he sucked my dick. Are you happy now?"
"Did you suck him?"
"Brad!"
"Did you?"
Tim got up from the table and started to leave. He took a couple of steps and then stopped. His shoulders slumped and he turned around and looked at Brad who had a wicked grin on his face. He came back and sat down beside the teenager and leaned close to him.
"Yes. I sucked him dry." Tim whispered. "Have you sucked Randy?"
"Sucked him dry," Brad said with a grin just like Tim and then both of them burst out laughing, enjoying this new intimacy about one another. Tim wiped tears from his eyes from the laughing and gazed at his big boy. His face was strong and handsome, whiskers prickling out from his upper lip and chin, light and blond. Those lips were full and moist and he wanted to kiss them so bad it hurt. Brad stopped laughing and looked up into his Dad's eyes. Eyes that were clear and deep and full of more love that he had ever seen. As he stared deeper into his father's eyes, Brad said softly,
"Thanks for bringing me up here, Dad. I really love you."
"I love you too, Brad," Tim answered feeling the boy's breath against his own face.
"I can't believe how little time is left before I go to college."
"I don't want to think about it"
"I don't know how I'll stand to leave...I'll miss you so much..." Brad said and he closed his eyes and his lips touched his dad's. He felt Tim's lips open slightly and return the kiss with a softness he didn't think possible. Brad slid his arm up and around Tim's shoulders and pulled him even closer and pressed his lips harder against his dad's. He opened his mouth slightly and felt Tim's tongue slide inside and the two men locked their faces against each other, probing lightly with their tongues and kissing each others lips until finally they broke apart and looked at one another again. They didn't say a word for a moment and then Brad leaned forward and whispered,
"Make a man out of me, Dad." And the tall boy rose up and pulled his Dad up with him and pulled him toward the tent. Brad pulled Tim inside and the man had to smile as he saw their sleeping bags zipped together and over against the side of the tent, a brand new tube of KY.
It was early evening and the light in the tent was dim, but Brad's blond hair and smooth body glowed in the dimness. Tim suspended his thoughts, arrested his warnings, and submitted to his feelings. He pushed Brad back onto the pillow and climbed on top of his hard frame and buried his tongue in the teenager's hot mouth, now running his hands and fingertips over every square inch of his son. After kissing deeply for minutes, Tim began to move his lips and tongue over Brad's strong chest, feeling the soft downy blond hairs in between his hard pecs. He sucked and nibbled on both the boy's nipples as he groaned and ran his large hands through his dad's thick hair. There was a smile a mile wide on Brad's face as his dad licked and sucked his nipples until they stood out hard from his heaving chest. Tim continued on down Brad's belly, tracing the thin line of hairs, running back up to nuzzle and licks the boy's thickly furry pits that held a nice scent of sweat. Tim licked and bathed them both before moving down and running his scratchy whiskered chin underneath Brad's navel, pulling at the thicker blond trail of fur that led down to the boy's huge member. Tim's hand trembled as it closed around the teen's thick erection. He could feel Brad's pulse against his fingers through the knit fabric of the shorts. The heat was scorching as Tim moved his face down to the boy's crotch. He inhaled the damp sweaty aroma and pressed his open mouth and nose against the throbbing tool that was trying to burst free of the tight shorts. Tim began to lick and suck Brad's cock through the fabric until the light grey shorts were dark and sodden with his spit, almost transparent.
Tim hooked his fingers in the waistband of the shorts and pulled them free of the boy's rock hard prick. It sprung back and smacked against his belly, oozing with precum, veins huge and pulsing. The tip was slick with slime. The blond bush surrounding his son's penis was damp and exuded a musty aroma. Brad's balls were huge, stretching the think skin of his nutsack around their globes. Tim felt Brad press his head closer to his groin and spread his legs wide apart in anticipation. Tim opened his mouth and let the tip of his son's penis slip between his lips and slide deeper and deeper into his mouth until the boy's pubes were tickling his nose. He ran his hands up and across Brad's belly as he slowly pulled off his cock and licked and stroked the huge head, driving his tongue deep into the boy's piss slit, tasting the tangy creaminess that was flowing. Tim began a rhythmic sucking and stroking, matching Brad's deep thrusts. He would leave the boy's cock from time to time and swallow his balls and slobber all over them, sucking on the nuts until Brad was groaning in sweet agony. .
And then, Tim pushed Brad's heavy and furry legs wide apart and far up toward his head as he drilled his tongue hard and deep within the teen's twisting ass cheeks, sliding up toward his dusty pucker, ripe with sweat and butt spices, and augured his way deep inside his firstborn. Tim felt this tongue being squeezed by the powerful sphincter and he burrowed deeper, ramming his face and nose hard against this asshole from heaven, circled by golden fuzz, and surrounded by the most perfect and smoothest ass cheeks he'd ever seen. He ate deeper and harder than he had ever eaten Al or Marty, Jill, or anyone else in the whole world. And he could tell by the streams of slick juice on his fingers that Brad was going to erupt and any moment.
Tim reluctantly left his ass feast and sucked Brad's pole into his mouth once again. With a powerful jet blast of semen, Brad arched his back and powered his largest load ever into his dad's hungry mouth. Tim's eyes watered as his mouth was filled with jet after jet of Brad's hot boy cream. His lips and chin were glistening with pearly residue of Brad's jizz overflow and he milked his boy dry again and again, insuring he'd ingested every drop.
Tim raised up and looked at Brad's face. His eyes were wide open, his nostrils were red and flaring, his lips were swollen and dry. His chest was still heaving. Tim crawled up and kissed him, allowing Brad to taste the sperm flavor of his tongue and lips. Tim pulled away and looked at Brad.
"That was the first part of the ceremony."
"What was that called."
"The awakening of the son's seed," Tim said with complete sincerity.
"What's next," Brad asked trying hard not to laugh.
"The anointing of the man-child with the father's seed."
With that, Tim stood up and slid his short off and stood over Brad's body and then lowered himself until he was straddling his son's chest, his fully erect cock resting against Brad's cheek. Brad looked up at his Dad and ran his big hands across his father's hairy chest and belly. He looked forward and saw his dad's dong huge and hard, moist and oozing. His dad's balls were resting softly on his chest, the balls that held the semen that had made him, covered with dark brown hair and filled to the bursting point. Brad grabbed his father's fuzzy ass and pulled the man's penis into his eager mouth. He lapped at the precum and let its juicy tang roll over his tastebuds. He took the powerful tip into his mouth and teased the piss slit, tasting the salty leavings of piss and sweat on his tongue. His dad continued to lower his cock into his mouth until he thought for sure he would gag. But then Tim pulled back and began a rocking motion in and out of Brad's hot sucking mouth. Brad clamped his lips around his father's penis and fucked him with his head for all he was worth. Tim slowed the thrusting down and then gently pulled his pecker out. He moved forward until his ass crack was hovering above Brad's face and he gasped as his boy began to bathe his dark and fuzzy hole with hungry sucks and licks, pulling the man's heady bunghole hard against the teen's gnawing mouth. Brad was almost mad with desire as he continued to fuck his tongue deep within his father's asshole. Tim felt his semen boiling inside his nuts. He stood up and cried out as he splashed a hot fountain of Taylor spew all over his son, anointing him from his open mouth to the boy's rigid penis. Tim milked his penis until every drop of semen was adorning his son. He looked and pearls of jizz pooled on Brad's nose and lips, on his chest along his abdomen and on his hairy crotch. Tim reached down and scooped the cum on Brad's face into his open lips. He then massaged the rest of the hot cream into the boy's smooth skin, anointing him with his father's sperm until his skin was slick with the pungent protein.
Brad swallowed the thick spooge from his father's penis and savored it's salty acridness. The thought of his dad's DNA sliding down his throat filled him with a new passion. He looked at Tim who still straddled his young chest.
"That was some anointing, Dad." What's next."
"Now is the most sacred of all ceremonies...the popping of the first an honored son's cherry. It is time for the fraternal fucking of the firstborn boy." Tim looked down and smiled, "Sounds too goddam much like Wilson, huh"
"Sounds great, Dad."
"Sure this part is okay with you?" Tim asked crawling off his son.
Brad spun around and parted his ass cheeks wide, leaning far down to the floor of the tent, "Fill me with your fatherly fuck juice so I can be energized with the Taylor spunk that will allow me to fuck my brains out and create Taylor boys for another generation so the legacy will continue on."
"Augh, augh, augh!!" Tim grunted as he buried his face once again in Brad's greasy hole. He lapped up the spit and cum and butt crumbs and sweat an began to drive his tongue deep and fast into the teenager's bunghole. He spread Brad's cheeks so wide apart he thought they would crack. After rimming his asshole raw, Tim grabbed the KY and squirted a huge glop on the soppy hole, sliding in one and then two fingers. He was amazed at how easily they went in remembering how Marty had groaned and cried when he 'd fucked him the first time. Tim wondered then if Randy had beat him to this, but then Brad's sphincter tightened on his fingers so hard, he knew he was the first. Brad bent around and took his father's cock into his mouth again and coated it with his spit, amazed at the thickness and hardness of this tool. Al had very little on his monster and the fact it was his daddy made it ten times hotter. Tim pulled away and positioned himself behind his son. Brad lowered his head again and felt the steaming heat of his dad's dick slide up and down his greased crack. Tim leaned forward and whispered in Brad's ear.
"Today, I make you a man, Brad." With that, he leaned forward and pushed hard against his son's ass ring. Suddenly, there was a smack as the pucker opened and the Tool Man's tool slid slowly all the way to the root of his oldest son. Father and son were now one, both men, loving one another deeper than either had every known possible.
Brad's mouth was open in a silent scream. It hurt, it hurt like hell as his dad penetrated him deeper than even Al had ever dared to do. Somehow, this was more, hotter, fatter, harder, and Brad thought he was being sawn in half. But after a minute of no motion, he regained his control and pushed back against his Dad hard and Tim began his thrusts in earnest.
Tim held Brad's legs open and up like holding a wheelbarrow as he plowed deep into his boy. His nuts were banging against Brad's with a brutal force that made them ache. His own ass was clinched together so tight it would have snapped titanium. He fucked his boy like a mad man. They were sweating more and more, so slippery he could barely hold on. Brad was grunting like a pig, deep growls reverberated from deep in his chest, deeper than a boy's groan, it was a man's cry that filled the tent with the ever-building pounding. Tim was now pulling all the way out and then slamming all the way back in. His cock had never been fatter, never straighter. Brad's hole was an open glory hole of slick man goo that no longer closed down.
Between gasps and groans Brad spoke." Oo...god...fuck...me...dad. Ooo, shit...make me...take...it ...like... a...man.
Tim felt the boiling in his balls rip loose and he prepared to impregnate his boy with his final fatherly gift. He leaned forward and hissed into Brad's ear as he fucked.
"Today...you...are...a..man. My boy...is ...a ..MAN!!"
Tim's last thrust almost sent his dick into Brad's throat. He held still and felt his semen like a rocket blast, coat his boy's insides, spasm after spasm shuddering through him and then he collapsed on top of Brad's shaking form. With barely a whisper, Tim repeated his mantra once more, "Today, my boy is a man."
Brad climbed out from under his father's spent body and easily flipped the exhausted man onto his back. In seconds, he had Tim's dark hair legs opened wide, holding them tightly by the ankles, pushing the Tool Man's ass up and opening the dark fur ringed hole allowing his raging boner to rest it's leaking tip against it.
"And for my first official act as a man, it is time for the ceremonial fucking of the father's fraternal furry ass," and with that, Brad pushed forward until he thought his cock would break it half and then, pop, Tim's anus opened with a snap and Brad reamed his fuck hole wide open with the fattest teen dong imaginable.
The force knocked the wind out of the Tool Man and his eyes opened wide as his sphincter was stretched wide in less than two seconds. In moments, Brad was already humping him with all his might and he felt the boy's balls beat against his ass cheeks as the teen continued to bury his bone deep within his daddy's butt. Brad continued rocking and rolling until Tim thought the boy would split him open. The tent was a fog of fuck funk, oozing from the men's assholes, arm pits, piss holes, and mouths.
Brad felt his climax building low in his nuts and he slowed down his thrusts and accentuated his words with a powerful depth charge on each pause.
"So here's...(thrust) the new Binford (thrust) 6900 (thrust) Bradley (thrust) Band Saw (thrust) with fucking (thrust) ....
"MORE POWER!!!" both men shouted as Brad's cock projected a pint of pecker paste deep inside his father's aching bowels. Brad continued thrusting as spurt after spurt of thick man cream boiled up and out of his dick.
Brad dropped his dad's legs and fell on top of Tim's wet belly. He found his Dad's hot and swollen lips and kissed them wetly.
An hour later, Tim and Brad were soaking again, this time in a private cubicle. Brad was floating on the top of the water, his legs spread wide and Tim was finishing up a slow and satisfying blow job, just now milking the last of his son's nut cream from the boy's huge penis. Tim moved back and leaned his head against the edge of big wooden tub. He let his legs rise up and felt Brad scoot over and swallow his soft dick deep into his warm mouth. As Brad sucked his dad's cock back to life he looked into his Dad's eyes. He didn't know what he would see there. But he knew there would never be another moment quite like this one. He looked and saw a twinkle in Tim's eyes and a grin broke across the man's face. He grinned bigger and finally Brad couldn't take it any more. He pulled away from the now stiff prick.
"Dad, what is it?"
"Nothing."
"No, really. What is it?"
Tim cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. "I was just wondering, Is there really a Binford 6900 Bradley Band Saw?"
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