MIKE BRADY IN THE CITY
This is a work of gay celebrity fiction. Characters from the ABC-TV series, The Brady Bunch, are used without permission. The sexual scenarios only existed in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by gay sex stories, please stop reading.
(Gay Celebrity)
42-year-old Mike Brady was a father of six, three girls and three boys. Mike had been married to his second wife, Carol, for five years. While he truly loved her and his family, Mike had noticed that his sex drive for Carol seemed to be diminishing with seemingly each passing month.
Mike had a lot of theories on the change: Stress at work, normal aging, and the sameness of a monogamy relationship. However, deep down, Mike knew the reason: Long repressed feelings were beginning to resurface when meeting the handsome, virile, male friends of his 18-year-old son, Greg, and the boyfriends of 17-year-old Marcia.
In college, Mike had enjoyed a brief fling with a young man from the swim team. The sex had been amazing, but the homosexual affair had been so guilt-filled for Mike, that he quickly broke off the relationship.
Like many of his peers, Mike married soon after his college graduation. The marriage had been and adjustment for Mike in many ways, but it did produce three fine sons. Sadly, the boy's mother passed away from cancer when they were all very young.
Mike thought that he could find happiness with Carol Martin, and her three beautiful, blonde daughters. For the most part they were a very happy, blended family, but Mike felt something missing deep inside.
Mike was a successful architect, eventually becoming the primary partner of the renamed firm, Brady & Associates. As such, travel was frequently required.
Mike landed in the San Francisco International Airport. He was working on the design for a new warehouse building to be located in the Mission District of the city. Delvecchio Brothers was one of San Francisco's oldest olive oil importers. Modernization had been a hard decision for the family-owned business, but Mike had been influential in explaining the efficiencies that could be gained from a new building.
With site space limited, the building design was more complicated than most, and Mike felt that it would be best if he viewed the site himself before submitting the final plans.
Driving from the airport in his rental car, Mike was met in the dilapidated office and warehouse building by the owner, Carmine Delvecchio. With him, was a handsome, long-lashed boy of not more than 21. Mike was introduced to Danny Wilson, a Business-Marketing major from Stanford, who was interning at Delvecchio Brothers over the summer.
Mike felt his stomach flutter as he shook the soft hand of the blonde college student. There seemed to be a noticeable twinkling in Danny's eyes as they walked to the cramped conference room.
Danny was asked to show Mike to the proposed new site. It was a short drive away, and Mike brought the property blue prints with him. Fitting in office space, and adequate space for dock doors and parking spaces for employees would be a challenge, but Mike felt much better after viewing the site in person.
The 21-year-old was a big help, and was able to answer many of Mike's questions. The friendly young man was a strapping 6'1" standing next to Mike at 6'3". Danny was dressed in a hip, denim and suede suit. Mike noticed that the suit seemed to be cut particularly tight at Danny's crotch.
Danny explained that his parents were longtime friends of the Delvecchio's and that he hoped to use the Marketing techniques that he had learned at Stanford, and would be graduating in the spring.
Despite their age differences, Mike and Danny had an almost instant rapport. Danny had a lot of questions about Mike's business experience and background, so Mike invited Danny to his hotel for a drink and to talk. It was agreed that they would meet at the Fairmont Hotel bar at 6:00 p.m.
Back at the hotel, Mike had just enough time to shower. Thinking of the handsome, sturdy, college boy, Mike's hand quickly found his thick penis. His sex drive seemingly miraculously restored, Mike envisioned Danny's naked body as he began to masturbate.
As Mike ejaculated in the shower, the father of six noticed that he hadn't produced that much cum in years! But what was he so excited about? Sure, San Francisco was becoming the new gay mecca, but for all Mike knew, Danny was as straight as a steel I-beam.
Before donning his polyester business suit, Mike donned a sexy pair of mesh bikini underwear. He had hidden the purchase from Carol, and wasn't sure why he had packed them for the trip, but was now glad that he had, and hopeful that his instincts about Danny were correct.
Adjusting his impressive package in his polyester pants, Mike unbuttoned an additional button on his rayon, wide-winged shirt, revealing his modest, dark chest hairs.
Mike smiled when he saw that Danny was already waiting for him in the bar. Mike subconsciously primped his permed hair before sitting down. Danny's smile was intoxicating, and the 21-year-old provocatively patted Mike's hand a couple of times during their conversation.
The drinks flowed freely, and the two men satiated themselves with bar appetizers before noticing that two hours had already elapsed. Suddenly, Danny suggested, "Let's go somewhere."
Mike and Danny piled into a cab, and Danny gave the cabbie a destination, "Toad Hall... In the Castro District." None of those words meant anything to Mike Brady. After downing three martinis, which was very unusual for Mike, he was willing to go anywhere with the pretty young man.
In the pre-AIDS 1970's, Castro Street was teeming with openly gay men of all ages and races. Mike uneasily stepped out of the cab. He didn't know that places like Toad Hall existed, and he was surely out of his comfort zone as he entered the all-male bar and dance club.
The music was loud, and men were freely dancing and romancing with each other. Mike was wide-eyed and apprehensive about being there until Danny took his hand and led the 42-year-old to a table.
Before Mike could speak, Danny leaned over and gave Mike a gentle kiss on the lips before saying, "Mike, I couldn't help but notice how you've been looking at me. Don't worry. I like it." Mike was flustered at the insinuation that he had done anything improper, but continued to look at the sexy, blonde 21-year-old who know put his hand on Mike's upper thigh.
"I think it's probably been a long time since you've made love to a boy my age, but I promise you a good time while you're here in The City. I prefer to have sex with older men," Danny confided to an astounded Mike.
Danny had just assured Mike that he was a "sure thing" for that night. Mike's instincts about Danny had been correct. And with Carol and the Brady clan some 380 miles away, Mike began to relax, and returned the younger boy's kiss.
Mike's twenty years of sexually repressed gay feelings seemed to roll away like the tide as Mike and Danny danced and drank. Slow-dancing with the 21-year-old, Danny aggressively pressed his willing young crotch against Mike's, holding the older architect tightly by his butt cheeks on the small dance floor.
Self-consciously, Mike looked at the other patrons for their reactions. No one seemed to care that a boy half his age was making out with him. "Let's go back to your hotel," Danny whispered in Mike's ear.
Back at the Fairmont Hotel it seemed like a race to undress as Mike and Danny stripped out of their business suits.
Danny stopped to teasingly admire Mike's mesh bikini underwear. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?" Danny asked, as he reached for Mike's impressive package, cradling his meaty ball sack in his hand before bringing Mike's underwear to the floor.
Despite his slender build, Mike's cock was thick and enthusiastically growing in Danny's eager hand. Mike helped to undress the 21-year-old who was giving him a hand job, as Mike ran his hands against Danny's smooth, muscular pecs, circling Danny's brownish boy-nipples.
The 6'1" college senior was well-muscled, and his young, naked body was nearly hairless, save for a neatly trimmed tuft of blonde pubic hair. Danny's lower torso bore the unmistakable tan lines of a small, Speedo swimsuit.
Mike kicked aside his bikini underwear as Danny dropped to his knees. Mike's thick cock still in Danny's hand. Mike gasped when Danny expertly deep-throated his 7" cock. Carol, Mike's wife, had never even tried to take Mike's full cock into her mouth.
Danny took great pride in his fellatio skills, having first performed the act on a persuasive older boy when he was in the 8th grade.
Standing in the hotel room, Mike closed his eyes and tried to keep from cumming for as long as he could. Danny's tongue licked the head of Mike's cock like a reddish-purple popsicle as he clutched Mike's firm butt cheeks.
"Aaaaagghhh!" Mike called out as he unloaded a bucketful of sperm in Danny's youthful mouth. Rather than turning aside, the blonde college boy attempted to lick every delicious drop of Mike's cum.
Mike sat on the hotel room bed as his cock reloaded. Danny sat suggestively naked on Mike's lap. Mike hugged the college boy, his hands roaming spontaneously along Danny's chest to his young, engorged cock, and hairless legs. Mike was busily fiddling in Danny's crotch as he continued to kiss the younger man.
Wistfully, Mike confessed, "It's been twenty years." Danny squirmed his naked butt on Mike's lap as the older man went on. "I had actually forgotten how good sex with another man felt. You're amazing, Danny." "We've only just started," Danny replied alluringly, opening Mike's mouth for a French kiss, as Mike's penis pressed firmly between Danny's butt cheeks.
Danny invitingly positioned himself on all fours, his pink anus tantalizingly pointed at Mike's face. Danny's hard cock hung between his leg like a spike. Remembering his youth, and his fling with the gay college swimmer, Mike licked his fingers and eagerly lubed Danny's hungry rectum.
Overcome with lust, Mike began to furiously lick Danny's proffered anus, alternately fingering-fucking the college student. In a semi-crouch, Mike positioned himself behind the blonde-haired boy. With a powerful thrust, Mike was quickly inside. Danny gasped. Mike was by no means the first man to anally fuck him, but Danny couldn't remember a thicker cock.
Danny would later describe it as painfully wonderful as Mike Brady furiously sodomized the boy who was half his age. Mike's balls were audibly slapping against Danny's firm butt cheeks as he leaned to kiss Danny's back. Mike's hands were gripping Danny's young hips for leverage, but they soon began to drift beneath the boy, finding his muscular chest and Danny's smooth penis and balls.
With a noisy grunting sound, Mike climaxed, his spuzz squirting on Danny's back, butt cheeks, and enlarged boy pussy.
Mike, gasping for air, collapsed onto the bed as Danny leaned over to kiss the older man, before roaming the length of Mike's naked body with his hands and tongue.
They would eventually fall asleep in a tangle in Mike's bed.
Mike's design was exactly what Delvecchio Brothers needed. Offices were fitted into the high ceilings of the warehouse. The extra space devised was used for much-needed parking spaces.
With the project a success, Mike would find many more reasons to travel to San Francisco, enjoying an active gay, secret life with Danny and a host of other attractive young men.
The End.
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