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Sexually Arrested Development
Michael Bluth had been putting in many hours at the company recently, and had begun to feel that he wasn't spending enough time with his son. When mentioning to his family at breakfast that he was going to be taking George-Michael on a father-son bonding trip, Micheal's brother Gob became irirated.
"So Michael gets to go on special vacations just because he has a son.... well guess what Michael... I have a son now too. And we are going to be going on our own father son vacation!"
Gob Bluth had just discovered he was the father of George-Michael's three time's held back classmate jock, Steve Holt. He actually wasn't thrilled about this paternal revelation, and had been avoiding his son's attempts to get to know him. However, thinking his brother was gaining a vacation he wasn't, Gob wasn't going to let that stop him.
"So... uh... where were you guys going?"
"We were going to go to Death Valley," answered George-Michael helpfully.
"Aww, don't tell him that!" Michael Bluth replied dismayed.
"Well isn't that interesting, that's just where Steve and I were going to go. Nothing like living it up in old Death Valley," said Gob while glaring at Michael.
"Well you aren't going to be camping with us, we are having a father son trip alone." replied Michael while rustling his son's hair.
"Haha... thats gay," mocked Gob.
"Oh I wish I knew the joys of having bondage experiences with a son" entered in Tobias rather typically.
Lindsey rolled her eyes at her husband's easily misconstrued comment.
"Well Dad... we could always have a father daughter trip if you wanted," suggested Maeby hoping to get out school.
"Well that doesn't sound as fun at all," answered her dad frankly.
Maeby sighed and walked out of the kitchen exasperated.
Commercial Break.
During the drive Michael talked with his son over their usual topics; family values, and work ethics. George Michael looked up to his dad as being the most intelligent person he'd ever met, and sat attentively, agreeing with every word. Even though he was 18, he still held his dad up on a pedestal as his personal hero. Michael loved the admiration of his son, and tried his best to raise him right, especially after the loss of his wife.
"Uh oh... this doesn't look good kiddo.... its starting to rain"
And indeed it was.
"I'm not sure we want to be spending a night out in the rain do you?" asked Michael.
"No, that'd be dumb dad, hahaha," laughed George Michael thinking his dad had said something funny.
He hadn't.
While standing in the lobby of a nearby hotel, Michael heard his name called out.
"Michael!"
"Gob... what are you doing here? I knew this was going to happen," said Michael annoyed at running into his brother.
"I can't help it if you choose to stay where we are satying," replied Gob.
"You were going to go camping in a hotel?" asked Michael.
" Haha no, we followed your car." said Gob smirking.
"Hey Steve, how's it going?" asked George-Michael.
"Doing great. Finally out doing something with Dad!" replied Steve enthusiastically. "STEVE HOLT!" he cheered for himself.
"Hello Sir... I'm sorry but we only have rooms with single beds available," said the front desk attendant.
"Thats fine, we'll take 2 I guess," replied Michael succumbing to the fact that his family always ruined his plans.
"Ok well here our are rooms, 42 and 43.. George Michael and I will be taking 42 I guess, you and Steve can take 43," said Michael addressing his brother.
Startled by the fact that he'd have to sharing a single bed with the son he felt awkward talking to, Gob objected.
"Sharing a bed with my own son. That's gay. No, I'm going to be spending the night with my brother."
Commercial Break.
The trip had not turned out as Michael Bluth had hoped. Indeed being in a dank hotel, having to a share a bed with his brother was not his idea of father-son quality time.
Walking out of the bathroom, Michael Bluth saw his brother standing in his speedo underwear, and couldn't help but notice his large bulge.
"Are you actually going to go to bed in that?" said Michael waringly.
"Well they are certainly better than those I'msoseriousinmypladboxers boxers that you are wearing," taunted Gob. And with that he leaped forward, and depantsed the startled Michael.
"Haha your cocks still as small as when we were young," laughed Gob staring at Michael's dick.
It had indeed grown since they were young, but then as now, Gob's own package far outsized his younger brothers..
"Ok, I've had enough Gob..thats it! This was supposed to be a trip with my son, and you've done your damned best to ruin it. I'm going to get my son and we are going home!" said Michael angrily, still naked.
"Well I'm sorry, but perhaps I missed spending time with my brother. I know you are always busy and worried, and perhaps I just wanted to hang out with you like old times," said Gob apologetically.
Feeling bad about snapping at his brother, Michael relented, " No I didn't mean that, I've missed hanging out with you too. Its just that I've been so stressed at work so much recently, and I thought this would be a special time for George-Michael and I."
"Here why don't you lie down, and I'll give you a massage. That'll help you relax," offered Gob.
"I dunno.. do you even know how to give a massage?" asked Michael unsure of Gob's intentions.
"My fingers are magic," replied Gob smiling.
"Alright." Michael finally remembering he was nude, pulled up his boxers and laid face down on the bed.. Gob got some lotion he brought out of the bag, and sat down on the back of Michael's legs not having anywhere else to sit. He poured the lotion on Michael's back and started kneading his brother's muscles.
"Thanks for doing this Gob. I haven't gotten one of these in awhile," said Michael appreciating his brothers help.
"No problem, anything for my brother," Gob said wryly, an idea suddenly striking him.
Meanwhile in the room next door.....
George-Michael and Steve Holt lay in the small bed next to each other. Never having known Steve that well, and just finding out that they were related, sharing such a small space was awkward for George-Michael, especially so since he wasn't that social of a person.
Suddenly George-Michael felt the bed begin to shake, and realized what Steve was doing next to him.
"What are you doing??" cried George-Michael shocked.
"I'm masturbating. I have to do it before I can fall asleep," said Steve matter of factly.
"Do you have to do it while I'm in the bed?" replied George-Michael still in disbelief.
"Its no big deal. You should try it. It would really help you fall asleep with my snoring. Oh I snore by the way," said Steve innocently, still not seeing the big deal.
Never having talked about masturbating before, let alone do it with another person, George- Michael was understandably shy, and mumbled something unintelligible.
"Here.. I'll help," offered Steve and pulled back the covers to reveal George-Michael in his tightie whities.
"Nice grown up undies you have there," joked Steve.
George-Michael was about to respond, when Steve pulled down his underwear, and grabbed onto his dick. All he managed to say was a shocked grunt.
"Well you're certainly not going to win any size competitions... not like this baby," gloated Steve motioning to his own already rock hard 8inch whopper. Both boys took after their fathers.
"Lets play something my football bro's and I play when we are at away games," suggested Steve. "We each yank each other's rods, and whoever cums first loses, and they have to get the other off however the winner decides." George-Michael looked into Steve's eyes and grunted. Never having felt anything like what Steve was doing to him, it was all he could manage. Steve took the grunt as an affirmation of wanting to play his game, and placed George-Michael's hand on his own pud.
Never having felt someone else's dick, George-Michael's hand seemed to have a mind of its own. It explored Steve's staff and balls, and eventually began wanking it in similar fashion to the way Steve was jerking his own. George-Michael's eyes were squeezed shut as he was awash in the pleasure he was experiencing. He was in a sea of sensation, and it wasn't long until he shot his load all over himself and Steve.
"Dude, you didn't tell me you were a squirter. Oh well though, looks like I win though. STEVE HOLT!" Steve cheered.
"Well I guess you can start my licking up this mess you made here, pointing to his chest, and dick. Come on now, we made a deal."
They really hadn't, but George-Michael remembering that his father had always told him to honor his word, didn't want to look like he was going back on the deal.
Covered in his own giz, George-Michael began licking his cousins's chest and nips. Steve groaned and grabbed hold of his cousin's hair, moving his head around where he pleased. Getting into the scene, George-Michael lustfully enveloped Steve's cock when he was finally guided down low. Gagging himself initially from overzealously chowing down, George-Michael looked up at Steve for guidance and approval. George-Michael had naturally slipped into a very submissive role, and wanted very much to please Steve.
"Yea.... that feels really good. Oh yea!" Steve said encouragingly.
George-Michael slobbered over the large teen rod, relishing the taste and smell. Always trying to be a model child, something had awakened in George-Michael and he couldn't have enough.
"Ok.. Enough playtime. Get on all fours, on the floor. Its time to take this to the end zone," ordered Steve gripping his pud.
George-Michael quickly positioned himself, and waited for Steve to do whatever he had in mind. The idea of being taken up the ass hadn't occurred to the innocent cousin.
It had occurred though to Steve, as he lubed up his cock with some lotion, and aimed it at his target. He grabbed hold of George-Michael by the waste, noting the smaller frame of the boy, then drove his schlong home deep into his ass.
Steve's brutal assault, left George-Michael unable to think. His eyes rolled up, and his mouth hung open. He didn't even know it but he was moaning. Steve didn't waste any time, and began a deep fucking motion, running his hands all over his smaller cousin's back. He plunged his rod deep into the virgin hole, loving how warm it felt. " I sure hope we spend a lot more time together George-Michael," laughed Steve, spanking his cousin's smooth ass as he said so.
Meanwhile next door, Michael Bluth was getting the massage of his life.
Gob's fingers really did feel magical, as they seem to remove all stress and tension from his body. Michael drifted in between sleep and consciousness, his body seemingly floating. He didn't even seem to notice when Gob slipped off his boxers and began kneading his bare buns. Gob began paying all his attention to his brother's ass, and smiled knowingly when his brother unconsciously let out a moan. Gob poured more lotion all over Michael's ass, especially on his vulnerable hole. Gently he began exploring Michael's asshole, his fingers working the lotion into it, loosening it up. Michael sighed in pleasure, and even began wiggling his butt up to meet Gob's manipulations. Gob worked 2 fingers into Michael's sticky ass, being careful not to fully wake up his brother. When Gob thought his brother's butt was sufficiently loose and open, he removed his fingers to grease up his oversized cock. Michael whimpered at the loss of the fingers, and his ass began squirming. Gob positioned himself over Michael in a push up position, his mouth close to Michael's ear. Gob lowered himself, skewering Michael's ass in the process, and whispered to Michael.
"It sure has been a long time since you got one of these."
Suddenly, fucked back into consciousness, Michael groaned, "Gob.. ugh... what ugh... are you doing?"
"Well dear brother, I figured out what you were missing," replied Gob sassily, "THIS." He drove his dick in hard and deeply. Michael's breath was taken from him, and his ass radiated pleasure.
"We haven't done this since we were young Michael, and I know you loved it then, even though you protested. So what better way to make you relax, then give you what I know you must have been missing since we were kids... no older than our sons in fact."
Michael had no reply except to groan. Gob was right, he had liked it when Gob had taken him as a teenager. He loved the feeling of his big brother's big rod pummeling his ass. He might have objected to the suggestion of rekindling their fuck sessions, but it was too late for that now. Michael just hung his head over the side of the bed, and took the hard fuck his brother was throwing him. Gob was slamming his whole body down onto his brother's, driving him into the bed. The bed springs responded by bumping Michael back up into his brother's cock. Gob was fucking so hard he actually was driving Michael off the bed with each thrust. Eventually with one particular deep hump, the both of them tumbled off the bed. Being a master fucker, Gob immediately took Michael doggy style, without missing a stroke. Michael pushed back onto his brothers pole, lost in pleasure.
"Fuck me Gob. Harder please, I need it harder."
Taking it as a personal challenge, Gob became serious, and fucked with all his might.
The force of the fucking drove Michael inch by inch forward, and in an effort to gain some leverage, he reached up and supported himself on the wall. However, this was not a wall, but instead the door between his own room, and the one next door.
Commercial Break.
The door gave way under Michael's weight, and swung open, revealing the scene that lay just a foot behind. Out of all the things that had happened that night to Michael, this was the most surprising yet. There was his son, his innocent child, his hopes and dreams. On all fours, being taken up the ass by his cousin towering over him. Much in a similar position as his father. He noticed his son's fully erect boycock, and how he was pushing back against Steve, and realized that his son was loving it just as much. Michael was near his breaking point.
George-Michael's eyes were closed, so he had not yet discovered his exposed position. He moaned for more since his cousin suddenly stopped humping away, and opened his eyes shocked at the sound of his uncle's voice.
"Way to go son! Bagging some ass for yourself!" encouraged Gob.
"Thanks dad!" responded Steve happily.
George-Michael stared at his father. His hero was in front of him...being fucked silly by his brother. His jaw fell slack as he watched his father wiggle his butt around the invading member, and then he met his father's gaze. In fact neither could tare their eyes way from the action in front of them.
"Do what I do son, and you'll be a pro in no time," said Gob, getting into the fatherly spirit, and spanking Michael's ass lustfully.
"Sure thing dad!" answered Steve, happy at spending time with his Dad. He slapped George- Michael's ass, mimicking his dad's motions completely.
Michael and George-Michael shuddered from the relentless anal assault, their bodies drenched in sweat. both their own and also the sweat that dripped off their voracious fuckers. Usually full of helpful advice for his son, Michael only was able to moan with inward thrust of his brother's cock. George-Michael did the same.
"Now give it to him deep son," advised Gob, as he began long dicking his brother. Steve fucked accordingly, and slowly the two fucking pairs began advancing toward one another. The distance between Michael and his son disappeared, and they were just an inch from touching. Feeling his son's hot breath on his face, all reason left Michael, and he kissed his son deeply. Their tongues intertwined and they made out fiercely. Neither could take the sensations flooding their bodies, and both father and son came without touching their dicks, dousing the carpet below them in their goo.
Above them Gob looked at his son and said, "I've never been prouder of you son." "STEVE HOLT" cheered Steve, fists pumping the air above his head, as his waist kept pumping away.
Gob and Steve then climaxed together, filling the asses of Michael and George-Michael with their hot load.
"Now that's what I call some father-son bonding" laughed Gob as he looked Michael and his son still tongue-dueling beneath them, oblivious to all else.
"Want to see who can fuck longest without cumming?" Steve questioned.
"Sure son, but lets switch partners," Gob winked.
It was sure to be a long night for all the Bluth men.
Credits roll.