Michael's Story

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. And is for adult eyes only! The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. This story is completely fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up, any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities. In addition, this story also contains fighting, rough sex, and w/s between teenage boys, if this bothers you, then please do not read any further! I would love to hear from you, so negative as well as positive feedback is always welcome! Please write: unkle_c@yahoo.com

This story was inspired by a dear friend!

It is through his undying praise, his ability to bring me up when I'm down, his incredible sense of humor, and his kind heart, that I have grown to believe in friends once again! So it is to him that I dedicate this story! Luv ya, Mark Wild! Chaz

"Michael's Story" pt. 4

Of course I knew that the humiliation was far from over, I mean the twins weren't spending the night just to watch their friend beat-up his father, right?

While on my way back from the bathroom, I began to panic at the idea of my son Michael or one of the twins having their bare butt in my face.

I wasn't one hundred percent sure what Brock meant when he told Michael and Luke that he'd have me butt fuck them with my tongue........ BUT of course I had a pretty good idea.....and the thought alone nearly made me want to puke all over again.

Once I made my way back to our living room, it was like nothing at all had taken place, every thing seemed back to normal.

all three boys were sitting on the sofa, chatting about their prospective girlfriends..... of all things.

Of course they were all pretty well buzzed by now, with Michael seeming more drunk than the twins. The only one that even bothered looking up at me, was Brock. "Hey Mr. Fag, don't bother getting comfortable. Ya need to get your ass to the store and get us more beer, ain't that right Mikey?"

Michael had enough to drink by now..... so that his bravery seemed to kick up a notch. "Look Brock, fuckin stop calling me Mikey....ok? You know how much I hate that name"

The lame attempt at finally speaking up to Brock, went totally in one ear and out the other. "Ya Mikey whatever, just have your bitch go and fetch us more beer, you know how PISSED I get ......when my favorite little HOSTESS runs outta beer!"

Luke let out a long giggle. "Ya Mikey......remember that last time we were here with the girls, how pissed Brock got.......when Jenna refused to give him head....and to top it off...... you ran outta beer? I thought his punches were gonna leave some permanent marks on ya, dude"

Michael's brief moment of bravery disappeared rather quickly, as he bowed his head. "That wasn't my fault.......and you know it......how was I to know that the girls were gonna out drink us two to one? Besides he wasn't pissed about that...he was pissed because Jenna finally said NO."

"oooooh yeah? .....Well if that's true why did he beat you nearly unconscious then...huh?"

Michael kept his head bowed, maybe because I was within ear short, and he was embarrassed......or maybe he was scared to hell of Brock and that Clayborne temper.

With the sound of Brock pounding his right fist into his left palm, we all looked over in his direction at the same time. Then as he sat there glaring at Michael......I knew some shit was going to happen if I didn't go out for more beer. Then it hit me, that with any luck .....a few more beers and Brock would pass out.

Just as I was thinking that, Michael stood up and cuffed me hard in the side of my head. "You heard him, FAGGOT.....get you're your fat ass out there and bring us back more beer....lot's of it.....NOW!"

Without another word being said, I stood, then literally ran to get my keys and wallet.

Along the way, I glanced in the rear view mirror, and noticed that I had patches of Michael's dried cum, still pasted to my face. I pulled over, opened the glove compartment, pulled out a wet-knap, and washed my face with it.

As the bank manager, and the son of the town sheriff ..... I was known by nearly the entire town, and had to be extremely careful of my image. Dried up cum on my face, regardless how it may have gotten there.....would have been as though I had walked into the store completely naked.

As it was, Mrs. Jargan who runs the store, glanced at me several times before giggling like a young school girl. "Well Conner.....I bet I can guess what you've been munching on today"

My heart sank, and the knees buckled, as I reached for the area above my lips..... that had so caught her attention.

Sure enough there was a small patch of dried cum.....still clinging to the side of my mouth.

I literally froze, after wiping it away, staring at her as tho I had seen a ghost.....totally lost for words.

Then she patted my hand, and laughed out loud. "Look at you.....guilt is all over your face!"

I tried so hard to say SOMETHING, anything at all...... but no words would come out.

"Don't worry Conner....we all sneak a few Krispy Kreme Donuts every now and then.......besides, you're the last person in town that needs to be on a diet......what with your youthful looks and slim body. So who cares what the people think.......enjoy em .......is what I say"

As I felt a huge weight lifted from my shoulders, I managed a weak grin, and paid for the beer. "Ya.....I should know by now....I can't sneak a raised donut....then show up hear afterwards...huh?"

Old Mrs. Jargan the town gossiper....if she only knew!

"You've got that right Conner....I can spot the remaining of a raised donut a mile away.....now you enjoy your party.....and say hello to that sweet son of yours for me....ok"

Once back at home, I placed the case of beer in the fridge, and headed for the living room, where all three teens were back on their favorite topic, SEX!

Brock of course was busy bragging about one of his girlfriends, and for some odd reason he was holding his dick in the palm of his right hand, like he was showing it off. "Dudes, it was so fuckin funny, the way Courtney's eyes practically bulged out of their sockets, as she fuckin choked on it, and tried pulling her head away. Man, I just held her head in place, and kept pumping her mouth. Telling ya Mikey......she loved my dick....that is...till she stated gagging on it. Tell ya what tho.....she loved lapping away on my huge knob....damn bitch, pretty much cried real tears every time I teased her and pulled it away.....look at it though, Mikey.....who can resist it.....it's so fuckin beautiful ....ain't it? Look at the awesome shape of it, wicked thick ...huh? MAN, I tell ya, Mikey, I think me and Luke have the thickest dicks in the whole fuckin school.....whatdaya think......wanna feel it....wanna feel ANOTHER one of my HOT muscles.....come on dude, just run your fingers up the shaft, Mikey....it's the only muscle of mine that you haven't felt yet.....go ahead, Mikey.....just let your fingers slide up and down......it's sooooo hot......look Mikey....look how fuckin hard it is, bro, how huge it is!"

Michael's eyes were a little glossy, as he stared at Brocks thick love muscle, and his speech was now slurred, yet he seemed to still have some control over his inhibitions, as he slowly pushed himself away from Brock. "No way, dude, I ain't queer"

Somehow, I was expecting Brock to pummel Michael right then and there.....I mean that would have been the typical Clayborne reaction, but he and Luke just sat there laughing.

Brock then turned his eyes to me. "Hey Mr. Fag....go fetch us another beer, and this time, instead of forgetting Mikey ......bring him two. Then when you get back, I want you to kneel right here......I promised these two....that you'd fuck their butts with your tongue, and I keep my promises"

My heart began beating fast, I felt light headed, and a little dizzy. No way did I want to stick my tongue in another persons butt, male of female. That was gross.....and while on my way to the fridge I tried desperately thinking of a way to get out of it. I couldn't just run out the back door, for fear of what might happen to my son....if I pissed Brock off.

Plus If I did run out the back door, and used my cell phone to call the police, it would have involved my father, and who's to say that my son wouldn't side with his buds......and have me thrown in jail for serving juveniles, beer, and having sex with minors?

I had no options, other than to return with the beers as Brock ordered......and to do whatever he insisted for now.

Back in the living room, all three boys were laughing once again.

After I handed out the beer, and passing two to Michael, he nodded his head to me, as he swayed back and forth, and nearly fell over. "Man you're sooooo fuckin lucky you remembered my beer this time, cause I'm soooo in the mood for kicking ass, you perverted loser.....and look you all...he even brought me two....the faggot is trying to make up for earlier.....but it's too fuckin late .....huh? We're gonna......"

Brock interrupted Michael. "Shut-up Mickey.....it's time for Mr. Faggo to show us all, just how much he loves kissing Clayborne ass! You two stand in front of him, with your back to him, and pull your jeans down, I'll line up his face and tongue to your cracks, all you guys gotta do is spread em, think you guys can manage that?"

With both Michael and Luke in drunken hysterics, they some how managed to do as Brock commanded. While I knelt in back of them with my tongue stretched outward as much as I possibly could.

Brock then ordered Luke to step backwards, till he felt my face pressed against his ass. Luke did as told, stopping when he felt my cheeks flush against his....so to speak. "Ooooh yeah, you fuckin perv.....kiss my ass....yeah, let me feel your queer lips pressed against my cheeks, yeeeaah that feels nice, now go ahead .......kiss it, faggot."

Luke, like all the Clayborne boys...had the most perfect bubble butt....so tight and well muscled, and surprisingly.......so clean.

I was particularly happy with the cleanliness, since within seconds, Brock was standing behind me, with his strong hands on each side of my head, pushing it to and fro.....with the tip of my tongue...entering Lukes butt hole. So even if it was a little less than an inch..... with each thrust forward.......it was still wicked gross.

I didn't actually think ....that with so little of my tongue entering Luke's hole......he'd be all that turned on. BUT, with the soft moans coming from him.....my tongue was obviously making him feel good.

As for me, my tongue hitting it's target right-on with each thrust, and the sensation I felt..... as the tip of my tongue worked it's way into the warm butt-hole, was by far.....the most sensuous feeling I had ever experienced........ obviously not what I was expecting.

That's not to say that the whole experience wasn't embarrassing, degrading, and the most humiliating thing I had ever done, cause it was all that... and more.

But, with the twenty minutes spent on both Luke and Michael, and the rapid and steady pace Brock used ......while thrusting my tongue into their butt holes, the nauseous feeling I was expecting, and the odor I was anticipating, didn't occur, And I was grateful for that.

Once I finished and was pulled away from both jock boy bubble butts, Michael turned to me, and grabbed the back of my head, pressing my face into his crotch. "Feel that hard-on, Conner? That's what I got, with your tongue workin my butt.......so you can bet you'll be spending tons more time, doing just what you did a minute ago! Only thing is.......you're gonna be doin it better, and longer....trust me!"

I was left alone for a long period of time, while the boys sat across from me on the sofa, and drank them selves silly. I leaned my head backwards and allowed it to rest on top of the seat of the matching sofa chair....the fabric was soft like a pillow, and before I realized it.....I was asleep.

When I opened my eyes, Luke was sitting Indian style on the plush carpet, with his head resting against the seat of the sofa, snoring away. While Brock was chatting away to Michael, about nothing in particular.

After listening and watching for a short period of time, it appeared that Brock was going out of his way to keep my son awake and well drunk. "Come-on Mikey....you're still a beer behind me, drink up dude, and stay awake with me.....we're not done havin fun yet, man!"

My son's eyelids were heavy, and he was having a hard time staying awake, still he took swigs from the bottle of beer, and even occasionally managed a slurred sentence.

Brock looked like he was struggling to stay awake as well. So it was anyones guess...... who would win out.

As I fell in and out of sleep, I heard Brock waking his brother. "Hey bro, time to wake up, man....it's you turn to stay awake with Mikey...come on dude....wake up"

Not sure what time it was......but I woke up to the sound of voices. It was Brock telling Luke and Michael it was time to pay up, and Luke of course wasn't looking forward to it. "K, dudes, time to lick the morning odor off my nuts, let's have you both front and center ASAP!"

"Come on bro, I'm not even fully awake yet, man.....can't we wait an hour or so.....I mean what's the big hurry....huh?"

I watched as Brock walked over to his twin bro and straddled his upper chest, then inched his way till his nut sack was resting on Luke's lips.

Luke tried pushing his brother off him, but Brock tightened his thick thighs against Luke's head, and held his position with ease. "You owe me........and you know by now....I always collect what's due me....so either you get on your knees and pay-up.......or I sit here, and let you sniff my balls.... till you do......so what's it gonna be, bro?"

This scene sort of renewed some memories of when I was in middle school, there were always rumors floating around school about the Clayborne boys.....some had you wondering...while others you just brushed off as nonsense. Anyways, one rumor that was going around a lot is that Austin's twin brothers Shane and Blake, had sex together often, and that Shane dominated his twin rather roughly. Of course that was one of the rumors that most of us at school.....just laughed off as a joke......mostly because they were both wicked strong jocks, and the idea of one of em being gay.....just wasn't believable.

Now here I was a whole generation later, watching with my own eyes....a scene very similar to the rumors back then.

Being solidly pinned beneath a tough, well muscled boy like Brock, with his nut-sac and thick cock resting on your lips and face, wouldn't have taken the average dude more than a few seconds to give up, and so it was with Luke. Probably more out of embarrassment than anything else.

Luke laid there under his brothers weight, and tried nodding his head the best he could, without opening his mouth to speak.

Brock, slowly dismounted his brothers chest, but not before slapping him in the face with his thick knob. "You should know better, bro......everybody pays me what's due.....even you!"

Brock stood up, walked over to a drowsy, and extremely intoxicated Michael. He then slid his tight boxer briefs down to the floor, and stood over Michael with his well defined legs spread wide. And his large low hanging nut-sac, swinging like a pendulum. "Up on your knees Mikey, and get your ass over here, bro, and kneel beside him.....let's see which of you can wash my nuts the best....tell ya what Mikey....you do an extra good job this time...... and we all get to take a long nap....how's that sound sleepyhead?"

I remained sitting in front of the over stuffed chair, and watched as my son struggled to his knees, nearly falling over several times. Luke on the other hand, was even slower taking his place in front of Brock. "Come on girls....come on.....don't keep the only MAN here, waiting"

Brocks comment obviously pissed Luke off. "Shut the fuck up, bro, I'm as much a man as you, and you know it"

I decided I may as well keep score, knowing damn well which one would win in the end.....therefore I wasn't surprised with Brock's comeback. "Sure you are, bro, sure you are.....that's why you spend twenty minutes licking my nut-sac every morning, cause your such a MAAAAAN!"

Michael, mean while was far too tired and drunk to enter the battle of words, as he groggily knelt in front of Brock, while Brock took full advantage of my sons condition, and held his huge balls up under Michael's nose with his right hand, as his left hand rested on top of Michaels head, holding him in place. "Yeeeaah, that's it Mikey, sniff em good, before washing em.....come-on Mikey....inhale deeply for me."

Once Luke knelt down beside Michael, and witnessed what was taking place, he glanced up at Brock, and the two brothers began grinning ear to ear.

"Ok, dudes, start licking, and remember, Mikey, if you do a much better job washing my balls this time.......we can all take a nice long nap.......so get to it.....and give my baby makers the best wash they've ever had." Luke begrudgingly leaned forward and stuck out his tongue inwards...... brushing it against the left nut. BUT, it wasn't there for long.... as his bro, gently nudged him away, leaving only Michael to pay-up for the both of them.

I was shocked when my son went to town licking the balls of Brock Clayborne, like they were a huge ice cream cone.

He began slurping away at em. Even went so far as to take each one inside his warm mouth, and sucked on it, first the right ...then the left, sending Brock into la la land. "Oooooh yeah, mikey.....you're doing waaay better this time...keep it up, K, bud"

I glanced at my watch, taking note of the time, placing a bet with myself that Michael wouldn't continue for very long, once he realized he was paying the bet all by himself.

I was even more shocked when twenty five minutes passed by, and my son was still licking and sucking away on the bull size nut-sac of his friend.

Finally Brock pulled Michael's head away...and I felt some relief for my son.....but not for long. "I have to admit, Mikey....you're doing awesome......BUT......you still have a long way to go.....tell ya what tho........you give my tool a nice, long, KISS.....and I'll cut the time in half.....then we can all get some sleep.....whatdaya say......I bet you'd like a nice long nap, wouldn't ya Mikey.....so what's it gonna be, dude.......you wanna give my dick a nice warm kiss, and cut the time in half?"

I leaned forward to get my sons response, knowing of course it would be no.

Michael glanced back down at his buds thick meat, and hesitated before responding.

Brock took advantage one again of my sons condition, and began encouraging Michael to go for it.

We all watched the scene unfold, as if we were entranced by a great magician at work. Brock wrapped his right hand around the thick base of his shaft, and pointed the beautiful, huge, well shaped head of it, in front of my sons lips. "Come-on Mikey.....you gotta admit it's sooooo fuckin beautiful.....you should be thankful, man, that I'm even offering you this opportunity, ya know how many people at school wanna taste some Clayborne cock! I know you're tired Mikey, so wahtdaya say, you wanna kiss it ....so we can get some sleep, otherwise you're gonna be licking it for at least another hour or so."

I watched as Michael slowly raised his tired head upwards to focus on his tough, jock-boy, buddy, and couldn't believe my eyes..... when Michael nodded his head yes.

I then witnessed the twins glance at each other and nod, while each smiled at one another with the most evil smile I had ever seen.

It was at that moment, that I knew for sure, my son would be doing a lot more than just kissing another dudes dick.

It was also when Luke walked in back of me, and kind of straddled my shoulders, so that his thighs were on each side of my head as I sat there, he then placed the palm of his right hand on my forehead, and pushed the back of my head into the crotch of his boxer briefs. I guessed he did this, just in case I felt brave enough to help out my son..... if he should need it.

Brock, placed his left hand on the back of Michael's head, while his right hand remained wrapped around his beefy tool. "Go ahead Mikey, KISS IT .......right on that awesome piss-slit. Go ahead.....give it a nice WARM kiss Mikey."

The three of us watched as Michael hesitated briefly.....then leaned forward, and planted a quick tease of a kiss on Brocks knob.

I for one, knew immediately ......that tough boy Brock wasn't going to settle for that, and Brock-the Jock, was quick to prove me right. "Mikey? What are ya doing, dude?.......that was no kiss, man.........first off......I said WARM kiss, dude! That means you gotta have it inside your mouth in order for it to be warm.....any fool knows that......right Luke?"

We all gazed at Luke, as he ashamedly nodded his head without looking anyone in the eye.

Brock, then informed his best bud, that he had to do it again, if he wanted to get some sleep. "K, listen up Mikey.......if you wanna get some shut-eye, then you have to do it all over again.....only this time....you have to wrap your lips around it......and give it some warm tongue movements.....till I say ok......then that's it......no biggie, ok?"

I knew for sure, that this time, my son would refuse......no way was he going to take another dudes dick in his mouth, just wasn't gonna happen......no matter how drunk and tired he is.

Once again I gulped, when Michael looked up to his buddy, and quietly slurred his next words. "How log....I mean....how.....how long I have to do it......ya know what I'm sayin.....like....how long I gotta keep it in my moth....I mean mouth?"

Both twins began losing it, but tried wicked hard to hold it in.

Brock, then pressed his now hard dick against Michael's left cheek, and wiped some newly formed pre-cum up and down My sons face. "Not long Mikey.....seriously! All you gotta do is just leave it inside your warm mouth while brushin your tongue over my knob......I promise to pull it out after like three minutes.... that's it.....how's that, bud? Like I said, man....no biggie, ya know!"

Michael, continued to hesitate, as his heavy eyes gazed at Brocks awesome looking knob. "I don't know dude.........K, maybe......but you gotta promise.....just a couple of minutes.....ok?"

A large smirk appeared on Brocks face, as he looked down at a very tired looking Michael, he then snickered in sort of a sarcastic tone. "You got it, dude......no more than three minutes...tops, now open up for me....k?"

I watched intently, as my son caved in to the desires of his handsome, jock friend.

Michael opened his mouth and took the large mushroom shaped head of Brocks tool inside his warm mouth, then wrapped his lips around the circumference of his buds love muscle.

Brock immediately looked into the eyes of his bro, as the twins gave one another a wide grin, and thumbs-up.

I listened, as Brock gave his best bud further instructions. "Yeeeaaah that's it, Mikey. Now brush your tongue all over that awesome head......and stick your tongue right into that piss-slit.....yeeeeaaaahhhh........nice......now that's what I'm talkin about, that's exactly what I mean by kissin my dick.....see bud, Your bet is almost paid up, Mikey....just a few more minutes...ok?"

Each of us watched Michael, as his Adams apple began moving rapidly. Indicating that he was busy swallowing. Suddenly he tried pushing his best friend away.

Luke liked what he was seeing, even tho he wasn't quite sure what it was that Michael was swallowing. "Hey bro, you must have a hellava lot of pre-cum, dude.....cause Mikey is having a hard time swallowing it all. Look at him...trying to push you off him, bro!"

Brock had a huge grin as he looked at his bro. "Naaaaahhhh, it's not my pre-cum, bro. I thought he might be ready for another beer.....get it?"

My mouth dropped to the floor, I couldn't believe that my tough athletic son, would kneel and allow another dude to piss in his mouth. I couldn't just sit there and watch my son being used like that. I began struggling to get free from Luke, but the moment I made the attempt, Luke tightened his thighs around my head, and without even commenting on my attempt at protecting my son, he just laughed. "oooooooh yeah, bro......this is so freaking hot.... I can't believe you won another bet, dude......I was so fuckin sure he would never take your dick in his mouth......but, now that he has......the sight of you pissing in his mouth makes me wanna go too.....hurry up bro......then hold Mr. Fag for me....while I take a piss......he's starting to get a little brave over here"

Brocks next words frightened me that much more. "Dude? I'm not fuckin hurrying for no one! As a matter of fact, when I'm through taking a leak......I'm gonna talk Mikey here....into giving his best bud, a nice slow blow-job. So you may as well use Mr. Fags mouth again.....I'm sure he won't mind, and if he gets too brave, punch him out, dude, then wake him up...by pissing on his face."

With hearing those words, I immediately calmed down, besides , it looked as though Michael had stopped fighting, so there wasn't any need for me to receive a major beating .....if he was ok with what was being done to him.....right?

I watched as he gobbled down the last of Brocks recycled beer. My sons face was stone cold, as he looked up at his bud, with his sad eyes.

Michael waited patiently for Brock to pull his dick out, but Brock took his time, while humiliating my son that much more. "Go ahead Mikey, blow me. You took my piss like a real champ.....may as well finish the job.....ya know? Then we can all crash for the night"

Brock withdrew the head of his dick from my sons mouth, and even grinned when he heard Michael plead with him.

"Please Brock, I'm sooooo fucking tired, man.....can't I just get some sleep......please Brock...I soooo need to just rest a while."

All the while Michael was begging Brock, his best bud just stood over him, smirking, and wiping some newly formed pre-cum up and down my sons face, first one side then the other.

"Come-on Mikey.....give my dick some more action with your tongue......come-on, man.......just slurp on my meat, wet my knob, and suck on it........till I fuckin unload in your mouth.......I think you want it Mikey.....I really do, man!"

Michael didn't move an inch, but when Brock pointed his cock towards my sons mouth, Michael opened wide, and allowed his friend to push his thick pussy slayer back into the warm mouth.

Brock looked again in his bros direction, and again the twins swapped grins. "ooooooooooohhhhh fuuucck.......yeah....go for it Mikey.......oooooooh yeah, bro.....look..... Mikey likes it.....oooohhhh man, he is sooooooo fuckin liking it!"

I didn't have time to think about my sons predicament, I was about to have some problems of my own. Luke watched my sons facial movements and it was obvious that Michael was giving head to Brock all on his own, since his hands were planted solid on Brocks thick thighs, and Brocks hands were resting on his hips, just enjoying having his thick tool worshiped by his best bud. "Ooooh my fuckin word, bro......look....I don't even have to use my fist on this bitch......he's fuckin chawing down on my pussy slayer..... all on his own, man! I mean....I've known this dude most all my life, and never knew he liked dick this much! Seriously Mikey, you been missing out on a lot of good times, faggo......I mean for one thing, you could have been enjoying my piss ever since grade school.....ya know?"

As I said, I started having problems of my own. Luke had released my head from his tight leg hold, walked around in front of me......and whipped out his own thick tool. "You heard my bro, bitch, open wide, first you get to blow me, then I wash my cum down your throat, and you don't spill a drop.....or else! Sound like a good time to you... Mr. Fag?"

I knew there would be no sense in me objecting, the only thing that would come out of that .....would be more confrontation, and I'd end up on the losing end of that as well. So I just did as I was told, hell it wasn't my first time, but it was Michael's first time, so I was concerned for him.

From the position Luke and I were in, I could see my son and Brock from the corner of my eye, and Michael seemed to be having a real rough time.

It appeared that he had three quarters of Brocks beefy dick in his mouth, but was already gagging and trying to push himself away from his best friend.

Brock on the other hand seemed to be enjoying the fight Michael was putting up.

He held My sons head in place with two fistfuls of Michael's hair, while smiling broadly down into his frightened eyes. "How you liking it so far Mikey? I can tell already, that it's gonna be a wicked tight fit.....ooooohhhhh yeeeaaah, your throat is gonna feel like a tight leather glove that don't wanna go on. So looks like you have two options here, dude, you can either do everything in your power to adjust your throat muscles for me, OR, I just FORCE it down your throat....but either way, you're gonna give me a wicked awesome BLOW-JOB......ain'tcha?"

I continued watching as my sons eyes closed, apparently accepting the position he was in. I saw his Adams apple again at work, as he tried desperately to take Brocks thick knob....into his tight throat.

While Brock appeared to be somewhat patient at the moment, more so probably because Michael was his close friend.....I just knew his patience would not last long.

However, it lasted longer than I gave him credit for, before he gave his strong hips a little thrust, causing my son to gag and choke uncontrollably, as he tried in vain to push his best friend away. Then with his fists tightened to the max he began pummeling his buds muscular legs.......again in vain, because his latest action only broadened Brocks smile. "Dude? Your wasting your strength....you know I fuckin love it when a bitch tries fighting me off......you ARE going to BLOW me dude, now you can fight me all you want, BUT you being my best friend and all......should know that in the end...... I always win!"

I guess that was a warning sign, because, within a few seconds, Brock gave his powerful hips another thrust, this one almost sent his thick cock all the way home, with less than an inch to go.

My sons gagging and choking increased dramatically, but Brock held on tightly to Michael's head and continued smiling. "Almost home Mikey, next push should do it......you like the feel of my awesome dick squeezing it's way down your hot throat, dude? Seriously Mikey.......... I think you really should move in with us......so we can start off every day like this.....wouldn't that be fuckin awesome......you gettin a huge load of thick cream every morning, from both me and Luke? I mean hell dude, we can even invite our cousins Jarred and Garret to join in.....if it turns out you have an insatiable appetite, ya know? I'm sure they wouldn't mind getting a blow-job every morning before school......fuck that may even help keep their minds on studies and stuff! So whadaya say......ya wanna move in with us....huh?"

My son, of course was in no position to reply. His gagging and choking continued....and he looked frightened as hell.

Brock held his wide smile though, while glancing down into the pleading eyes of Michael. "No prob Mikey, you can think it over and give me your answer after you give Luke his BLOW-JOB....that sound fair enough? Cool, now get ready, bud......cause here comes the rest of my pussy slayer."

Brock, gave his thick tool, another good thrust, and once again held it there. Throwing his head backwards, closing his eyes, and letting out a soft moan. "Oooooooh fuck......bro......his throat is soooooo fuckin tight.....ooooooooh shiiiit ......feels waaaay fuckin awesome, dude.......you are sooooooo gonna love this.......woooooohoooo!"

Only prob was, My son looked as though he was gonna pass out at any moment. His eyes were bulging out, every vain in his neck, arms and legs were bulging out......and his hard fists pounding on his friends thick legs.......and all of Mihael's wild punches were not even causing Brock to flinch.

It took Luke.... to remind his bro, that Michael needed some air. "Hey bro, Mikey is turning blue.....might wanna give em a break, before you kill em....ya know?"

The words from his twin, brought the well muscled pussy slayer back to reality. "HUH? ........oooooh shit...... thanks bro!"

Mean while..... even though Luke was enjoying the show his brother was putting on, he continued fucking my face, very slowly......at a nice even pace....that is, till his brother withdrew his thick love muscle from my sons mouth, and Michael fell to the floor struggling to catch his breath, while Brock stood over the limp body, giving us all a double biceps pose.....and smiling victoriously. "You've got two minutes, Mikey......and no more breaks......GOT IT?"

I guess the scene was just too much for Luke, as he began pounding my mouth and throat viciously, with hard jackrabbit thrusts. "Yeeeaaah Mr. Fag, better that my dick beats you up, than my fists....huh?"

Obviously, Luke had a good point, but as experienced as I may be at giving blow-jobs, his thick cock was still beating-up my mouth and throat......causing an uncomfortable feeling way beyond anything I had ever experienced before!

With each massive thrust, deep into my throat, Luke would hold my head tight..... choking me till I was close to passing out.

Just before Brock roughly pulled Michael to his knees to finish the blow-job.....Luke was spewing thick gobs of his teen cum into my throat, leaving a few good size spurts for the hollow of my mouth....just so I would get a very good taste of his awesome seed.

After cleaning Luke's knob to his satisfaction, I was pushed to the side, then he demanded me to get down on my hands and knees, so that he could straddle my back like a pony and watch as his twin brother face fuck Michael.

Brock then changed his mind about the position he wanted Michael in....while fucking his mouth. "You know what dude? Lay down on your back, on your bed with those two pillows under your head......I wanna straddle your face and do push-ups on it. I think you'll enjoy me literally fucking your face....I know I will!"

Luke and I watched as a still groggy Michael climbed up on his new king size bed and laid on his back, placing the two extra large pillows under his head.....as ordered.

Brock then climbed up on the bed and straddled my sons face, mashing Michael's head deep into the soft feather like pillows.

Brocks thick muscular thighs on each side of my sons head .....sort of guaranteed that Michael was pretty much pinned, and didn't stand a chance of escaping.

Brock mashed his huge balls into Michael's face, before lifting himself up off my sons head....to adjust his pussy slayer. "K Mikey, open your mouth as wide as you can, I'm gonna fuck your mouth like I fuck Jenna's pussy, so get nice and comfortable for the new man in your life....k, FAGGO?"

In no time whatsoever, all of Brocks awesome muscles were glistening in a sheen of perspiration, as he did his push-ups... up down, up down, up down, on my sons face, while at the same time deep-throating Michael, mercilessly.

For some odd reason, the site of Brock fucking my sons face like he was....gave me a wicked hard-on. Then it dawned on me WHY......Brocks well muscled bubble butt, with just a light sheen of sweat, looked fucking awesome, as it flexed it's muscles with each deep thrust into Michael's mouth and throat, then..... remained flexed for the moment or two Brocks thick tool stayed buried within Michael's throat. BUT..... it was the dimples in Brocks tight butt, that mesmerized me. It was almost as tho his awesome butt was demanding that someone kiss it......over and over again.

I don't know for how long Brock LITERALLY fucked my sons face, but suddenly the sight of my sons best friend pumping Michael's mouth hard and fast.....like a jackrabbit, had my own dick shooting gobs of cum into my briefs, without even touching my self once.

Then within seconds Brock was moaning rather loudly, as the outline of his thick cock-head, could easily be seen, throbbing away inside my sons throat. That scene alone... had both Luke and I moaning in unison, and the sound of Brocks cries were just too much....it was obvious that this was one of his best orgasms in his young life, while poor Michael couldn't seem to swallow fast enough, with streams of jock-boy Brocks cum squeezing itself out the corners of my sons lips....coating Brocks thick patch of pubes.

Suddenly, Brock just laid still, with his pussy slayer still buried in Michael's warm mouth.

It took a couple of moments for Brock, to pull out, and sit up on Michael's chest.....milking the remaining of his thick white cream down on my sons face. "My fuckin pubes are covered with my thick cum......and you're gonna clean every single pubehair with your mouth.....just to teach you...that from now on....you swallow every tiny gob....you got that, BITCH?"

My heart pounded for my son, as he laid beneath the well muscled butt of his best friend, his eyes filling with huge tear-drops. "Come-on Brock.....you promised I could get some sleep....after BLOWING YOU!"

Brock responded with a smirk and snicker......."and I'll keep my word.....as soon as you SUCK all this gunk off my pubes.....and give my bro the best BLOW-JOB of his life......I promise you can get some sleep, ok buddy?"