AMC belongs to ABC and Disney, not me. Please don't distribute or archive this story without my permission. If you aren't 18 or the age of majority in your area, don't read this.
Any comments, suggestions, whatever, e-mail me at knack6@hotmail.com. I'm winding this story up within a few chapters, but I'd love to hear what you have to say.
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An ice cube was exactly what Ben needed to stifle the late-summer temperatures pervading his loft apartment, as well as the hot, heavy breath against his neck. Leo had dropped by for another visit, and in lieu of discussing baseball, girls, or other brotherly activities, their mouths had found far more entertaining pasttimes. Ben had gone to the kitchen to get a drink, but Leo took one look at his half-nude, glistening lover and couldn't stay away.
"You like that?" Leo whispered, sliding the slick, cold cube down Ben's swelling adam's apple, between his hair-dusted pecs,
"How'd the youngest get all the chest hair, hmm?"
The sharp bites against his ear left Ben far too disarrayed to do more than whimper and grind his hungry buttocks against Leo's crotch.
The cube skated around his nipples, fingers joining the ice to tease and torment. With aching slowness, the cube went down further to join the droplets collecting in his navel. As his pants were roughly yanked to his hips, Ben muttered his approval, leaning forward into the fridge for a tub of butter. Hurriedly, he lubricated his waiting hole. He'd been waiting months for this...
and was not disappointed when Leo, after running his length up and down Ben's crack enough times to drive him insane, shoved himself home. Both bodies spasmed, Ben smushed against the refrigerator door, a freshly bought pie of Kendall's smashing from the counter.
"Want your big brother's cock up his baby bro's ass?"
"Yes, yeeeeesssss...." Ben hissed, jerking off his heavy, weeping cock as Leo gnawed at his neck, trailed through his six-pack with those soft fingers. Their thrusts grew faster, Ben snaking a hand backwards to fondle and toy with Leo's awesome ass. As Leo's pelvic slams pushed him further and further toward the cabinets, Ben picked up the pie which had clattered to the floor. Propping the warm, gooey dessert against the against, he shakily inserted his penis into the sticky folds, matching his jabs into the pie to Leo's snaking into him. Every movement into the piehole sent him further and further into oblivion, the warm flesh tube in his ass going hand in hand with the apple innards pumping his dick, until finally...
"nnnngggggggghhhhhhh..."
He spewed into the apple pie, his cheeks clenching. Shortly after, Leo spilled his seed inside Ben, resting on the back of his salty neck as he eked out the last few drops. Grinning, he looked down at the devastated pie.
"Wasn't that in a movie once?"
Ben smiled in return, turned on by his brother's husky after-sex voice. As he pulled the pie off of his softening prick, Leo sank to his knees, lapping up the mix of sugar and semen like a hungry dog. Ben sighed, his erection returning. This was going to be some day...
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knockknock
The door was open, so Tim Dillon went inside the...dark warehouse. His latest overdue notice had made his mind up. Maybe it was extra work, or an articistic film. Certainly not porn, right? Well, he had to do what he had to do...
"Hey, is anyone here?"
Shoulders tightening from fear, he steppd further into the room.
"Hel.."
A hand over his mouth cut off his thoughts, and his oxygen supply. Valiantly struggling, he kicked and screamed, trying to push away the rag over his face, but he quickly slumped to the floor.
As his body was dragged away, the mastermind behind his chloforming chuckled.
"Oh my goodness, my goodness...this will work perfectly. Just you wait."
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The call from Tad to come home right after school worried JR at first. Had something happened? Maybe his mother was alive after all? No, that was never going to change, she was gone forever. He had to tell himself that. Maybe this was about the shower with Aidan yesterday? But Tad hadn't been home then. What could it be?
After opening the front door, he was surprised to see Tat sitting on the couch, his hand on the denim-clad knee of Aidan. Oh shit, not this. Wait, he could cover, he could. He had to. Swallowing the lump in his throat, JR stepped forward, controlling his shaky voice as best he could.
"D-Dad, I can explain."
Tad just nodded, smirking slightly, his hand notching up an inch on brooding Aidan's thigh.
"I'm sure you can, son. I can't think of a better time for us to talk."