Douche or the Beast

Douche or the Beast Part VIIII

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October 6th 7:21 a.m.

Lance was sitting on his porch steps quietly thinking to himself. He zipped up his white hoodie to keep warm. The brisk morning was defiantly an indicator October had arrived. Through his thick pair of blue jeans, he could still feel the cold from the concreate seep right through to his butt.

It had been three weeks since that crisp night on the bluff with Dalton.

That day went from bad, to good, to bad, to good. All of the bad was related to Dalton being an ass. Yet in the same breath, it ended on a good note. A great note really, which was also due to Dalton. Lance truly enjoyed those tender moments with Dalton when he was being loving and caring.

"Mmm, you're fuckin' beautiful."

Lance heard the words echoing in his head. He knew he shouldn't take stock in words post-orgasm. He knew Dalton could be a sweet talker when he wanted. Lance heard the man say kind, loving remarks to loads of woman in the past. He knew how the man operated when the brute wanted to get off. Lance was sure he had said it because Dalton had just gotten off.

But the tone in the older man's voice made Lance hesitate. The teen couldn't help but wonder if those were his true thoughts. Only a few months ago, the man would tell the teen how he was nothing more than a slut worthy of no respect. In more recent weeks, howbeit, Dalton was changing. Lance notice he wasn't as angry as he had been. For example, he hadn't tried busting Lance's door down trying to hit him. Dalton was refraining from being physical in that manner all together.

That night, what Dalton had done next shocked the hell out of Lance.

Lance recalled him planting more gentle kisses along the side of his face. Dalton, caressing the teen's sides gently. Dalton's rock-solid cock still planted deep inside him, refusing to soften.

"Babe, turn over," Dalton said quietly in the runner's left ear.

"Dal?" Lance did his best to look at Dalton without much success.

`Weird,' Lance remembered thinking. Dalton calling him babe? He'd call him baby boy all the time, but that was the extent of endearing terms.

"Did you just call-" Lance didn't jet to finish his question though.

"Turn over," Dalton grunted as he planted the palms of his hands on the ground to lift his upper body free allowing Lance a bit more space to maneuver himself on his back.

Dalton's cock slipped from Lance's rear with an audible `pop' as the teen began moving around.

Lance maneuvered best he could to lay on his back, but with his older stepbrother hovering above him, it made for a difficult task.

During the shift, Lance felt a sizeable glob of Dalton's climax run down his backend. The thick warm fluid slowly descended onto the blanket beneath him.

Once Lance was situated, Dalton smiled down at him.

Not a sneer. Not a mocking smile. Not a suspicious look. A sincere smile of happiness.

It made Lance both uncomfortable and dare he say...thrilled.

"What?" Lance asked becoming self-conscious as Dalton continued to stare, "are there leaves in my hair or something?"

"No. You're just...you really are fuckin' beautiful, Lance."

Lance blushed at the complement. The words feeling weird coming from his stepbrother. That didn't stop the teen from grinning, however.

"Shut up," the runner muttered.

"You are. I am lucky you put up with my bipolar ass."

Dalton shifted his weight to rest on his elbows.

"I tried to thwart your advances, remember? You were awfully persistent."

Dal ton chuckled deep in his chest.

"Thank fucking god that you caved every time. Lucky me that you're such a cock hound."

"Shut-" Lance's words fell short when Dalton covered Lance's mouth with his lips.

Dalton's lightly haired chest pressed against Lance's smooth one. Lance brought his arms up to run his hands through Dalton's hair. The older man pressed his still erect member against Lance's groin. Lance lifted his legs, spreading them to allow Dalton access to him again, but Dalton didn't renter him nor did Dalton let the kiss linger. He broke free off the teen's mouth and grip, reaching for his pants.

He pulled out his keys to click his automatic starter.

His Honda came to life with lights blaring in their direction. Their heads meeting the light beams. Dalton returned to his pants in search of something else.

Lance looked over to see that his collected his phone. Dalton twiddled with the device until he was satisfied.

The older stepbrother rested his phone against his pants, the screen showing Lance and Dalton with the record button flashing. On the screen both men's top halves could be seen, but the phone was unable to capture anything below their waists on film.

"Making a porn, are we?" Lance quirked his eyebrows up in curiosity.

"With you as the star, baby boy," Dalton smiled.

"Uh uh," Lance said.

"But ba-"

"No," Lance said firmly.

Dalton gave him a pouty look.

"Not going to work, Dal."

Instead of saying anything else, Dalton leaned down, placing a ginger kiss on Lance's lips.

Dalton lowered his chest back to Lance's as he gave another peck after another.

He made his way to Lance's collar bone. Licking the curves while nibbling the leveled areas.

"Mmm," Lance moaned out.

Lance's own cock had swelled again. Dalton was slowly grinding his hard cock against Lance's.

"Please, Lance. It's not like I haven't filmed you before. Besides, all you can see is our chests," Dalton begged quietly in Lance's neck. The man ran his left hand up Lance's side, grazing over the teen's arm pit, up his arms until Dalton found Lance's hand. He interlocked his fingers with his younger companion.

Lance mulled over the idea.

"You have to promise not to show anyone. I don't know what you do with these videos. You better not fucking post this on the internet," The teen recently agreed.

The runner literally felt Dalton's lips turn upwards against his neck.

He brought his head up to look into Lance's eyes.

"I promise I am recording this for my personal spank bank."

"Ew! Dalton!" Lance laughed at the man's crude honesty.

"What?! I told you, you are fucking beautiful. I like jerking off to pretty, sexy things."

Lance remembered, in that moment, a question that Dalton had asked the teen before. He never thought to ask Dalton the same question before until that very minuet.

"Dal, you know I've jerked off thinking about you before we ever slept together. Have you...have you rub one out thinking about me?"

Dalton kept his smile on his face, but he considered his answer before giving it.

"Baby boy, I can safely say, I've rubbed more than just one out thinking about your tight hole. I recall what it feels like having you under me. I imagine the sounds you make when I enter you completely. Mmm," He moaned out at the thoughts.

Dalton didn't allow for anymore words after that. He leaned down again, closing his eyes as their lips greeted another again. Dalton released Lance's hand, moving it to Lance's hair. Lance wrapped his arms around Dalton's neck.

Dalton's cock grazed over Lance's hole, sliding back and forth, spreading sperm everywhere.

Dalton found his target, sliding in slowly.

Lance tighten his arms around Dalton's neck as he did this. Dalton slowly descended in Lance making the teen's body jerk. Even though Lance was stretched out from their previous sections, his body still let off jolt as Dalton's inches entered him deeply.

The teen was prepared for him to start slamming in and out just like how he had done earlier but was greeted with another surprise.

Dalton slowly withdrew. When only his tip remained in Lance, he slowly returned into the teen. When he bottomed out again, Lance let out a deep moan into Dalton's mouth.

As they made out, Dalton kept his steady pace. He didn't bang Lance's brains out through his ears. The man wasn't trying to rub the teen's hole raw with his unit...the man was taking his time. Deliberately pulling out close to completely, just to glide back in gently to the hilt.

Both their breaths became heavier as Dalton set the pace. He didn't stop kissing Lance for a moment. Lance felt like he needed to pull away to gain breath, but Dalton didn't allow it. He kept his lips locked onto his. The teen took in a giant breath through his nostrils since he had no other choice. His nose flaring as the scent of man-sex, cum, and Dalton's sweaty musk filled his nose. The teen exhaled just as deeply, but Dalton did not relent.

The man growled into Lance's mouth as he pressed firmly into Lance. He was trying to have his dick reach as far as it could within Lance.

The teen heard the sloshy sound of their sex. The load that Dalton had planted in him earlier was deep within him providing for additional lubricant as well as being guilty for the slosh sound.

Dalton's lower abdomen was pressing into Lance's cock, rubbing him as the older man slowly thrusted.

Lance was producing little moans as Dalton used his appendage to make him feel great.

Dalton's weight was making it a bit more difficult for Lance to breath and the sweat from the other man was pouring onto Lance, covering the teen in Dalton's musky scent, in spite of this, the teen didn't care. In fact, it turned Lance on a little bit more.

Lance had to say, slow and steady did win the race, because he was coming again. Dalton used a hand to reach down, palming Lance's balls with heavy force as he orgasmed, making Lance groan out. He enjoyed the strange, pleasurable, compressing feeling Dalton's hand provided. His moaning revealing his approval.

It was not long before Dalton was climaxing again inside Lance. His cock flexing against Lance's hole. As he arrived, he switched from palming Lance's nuts to gripping them with a strong grip. It wasn't enough force to hurt the teen, but definitely enough to make him squirm and moan louder.

Lance sat there on the front steps of his porch. Thinking of that night.

They continued kissing, touching, and enjoying each other. One couldn't keep their hands off the other. The pair had stayed out on the bluff for nearly two hours.

They had made love that night. They hadn't fucked or just had casual sex. There were actual powerful and compassionate feelings during their time together that night.

But since, Dalton was keeping his distance, which Lance couldn't figure out.

"He opened up," Lance said quietly to himself.

`Then he withdrew back into himself,' the teen said finishing his thought in his head.

This left Lance confused.

The teen tried talking to him about that night, but the older man changed the subject, dodging the runner's questions. This aggravated Lance to know end. He was only trying to get answers from the cagey man.

They we still being physical with each other, but something changed. Yes it was sex, but it didn't feel like just sex anymore. It felt more...real. While Dalton would still say snide comments, they felt half-hearted. Dalton was not being as much of an ass. Perhaps Lance's self-conscious was being sophistical and trying to get his hopes up. Letting him think what he wanted to think.

`Mmm, you're fucking beautiful," The words repeated themselves again.

Dalton hadn't repeated those words since that night and Lance didn't press him.

"You know, Brad doesn't fuck with my head like this," the teen complained.

He was waiting for Cooper and Carol to arrive. Today they were going to the theme park. Lance tried to get out of it, but his friends knew him too well. They had bought his ticket so he couldn't escape their Halloween adventure. They also told him they had a surprise that he'd love, but he had to come.

Lance let out a sigh. He pulled out his phone to check if Carol had messaged him. He was surprised to see a text from Dalton.

Dalton was still not home which was more than okay for Lance. The man had been staying later after his patrol to do paper work at the office. According to his dad, Dalton was rolling in around ten ante meridiem.

Opening the message, it read, `You go to the park today, right?'

The goon had sent it two minutes ago.

`Yeah," Lance replied simply.

No more than ten seconds passed before Dalton sent another text.

`Is that cunt-sniffing, tool bag going with you?'

"Sweet baby. Jesus," Lance groused, shaking his head.

`He goes by Cooper now and yes he is going.'

"Send," Lance said aloud as he hit the send button.

Lance was shaking his head again. If he knew his stepbrother, Dalton would either send a nasty text or call to bitch him out.

No later than the thought crossed Lance's mind, his stupid stepbrother was calling him. The handsome, smug id photo popped up on his phone screen.

He swiped to answer the call.

"Hi, Dalton," Lance greeted as sweetly as he could.

"Don't `Hi, Dalton' me. What the fuck?!"

His stepbrother was going for the verbal bitch out.

"You know, I seriously wonder if your bipolar sometimes. You know that, right?" Lance questioned.

"Lance, seriously?" came Dalton's whiney voice.

"What?" Lance asked sternly. If Dalton was going to whine like a juvenile, he was going to treat him like one.

"Cooper? Are you spending the night up there with that ass?"

"You know, I've told you I have never had sex with Cooper. I don't plan to have sex with Cooper. I don't want to have sex with Cooper. I've also told you I don't like when you call my best friend names."

"That dick isn't ugly, Lance! He is built like a fuckin' brickhouse. Not to mention, I've noticed that ass wipe's big ass bulge in his skanky short-shorts. If I've noticed, I know your slutty little cock sucking eyes have seen it!"

"Like I've said, Dalton, I don't want to have sex with him, but I'm starting to think you want to," Lance chuckle.

"Fuck you," came Dalton's curt response.

"This paranoia you have of him is unfound. You know I'm only sleeping with you. I promise I wouldn't screw around on you and I have been true to that."

Lance could hear Dalton clicking his tongue as he thought for a moment.

"Then who was the other dude that was banging you?"

"We closed this discussion," Lance gave annoyed sigh.

"If it's over, why not tell me? Give me full disclosure."

"Dalton, it wouldn't change anything. I haven't slept with him since you told me not to."

"Are you still hanging out with him?" The cop asked mirthlessly.

"Dal-"

"Fucking answer me," Dalton hissed in the phone, his voice rising.

"I am," the teen replied simply.

"What the fuck, Lance!" Dalton bellowed. He had to move his ear away from his phone.

"You fucking cock sucking-"

Lance rolled his eyes, placing his phone down on the step beside him. The teen picking at his finger nails as he heard Dalton's voice raving on and on.

When Lance couldn't hear anything after a good forty seconds, he brought his phone back to his ear.

"Do you feel better?" Lance asked in a baby voice.

"Is it that gaybo from you high school football team? Victor Wendell?"

"No! He is dating someone."

"That self-proclaimed `Wildcat' boy then?"

"He is my friend, but I've never done anything with him. How do you even know about these people? I've never introduced you or talked about them with you."

"I'm a cop, cunt. It's what I do," Dalton replied gritting his teeth.

Before Lance could antagonize him further, Carol pulled up in her blue Toyota Highlander with her and Cooper waving at him.

"I am going to the park with Cooper and Carol. They just pulled up. I'll message you when I get there, and I'll message you when we are leaving. Okay?"

"What the fuck do I care? Do whatever the fuck you want to, you're of no concern to me," Dalton grumbled hanging up the phone suddenly.

"He is such an ass!" Lance yelled.

He hopped off the step, Carol calling to him, "Who is an ass?"

"Dalton!" Lance replied grumpily.

"Oh...duh," Carol replied with a smile.

"Hey, bud! Forget him, we are going to have fun!" Cooper called out from his open window.

"Yes, please!" Lance chirped.

His friends were smiling wickedly at him for some reason.

"Why are you smiling like goons?" He asked.

"Get in," Cooped responded.

Lance shrugged but complied. His stopped moving, however; when he opened the door.

"Hey, lover," Brad greeted with a devil's grin.

"What in the world!"

"We know you don't get to see Brad too much, so we thought we'd kidnap him for the day," Carol stated proudly.

"I...I don't know what to say," Lance smiled awkwardly.

Oh, if Dalton ever finds out, the teen was a dead man.

"Come here," Brad said wiggling his eyebrows.

Lance hooped in, closing the door behind him. When he was seated, Brad scooted next to him, grinning evilly.

"How about a kiss, boyfriend?" The older man teased.

Lance should just tell Cooper and Carol the truth. They were his best friends. They were trying to help since they thought he was dating Brad. If the duo knew the whole story, Lance wouldn't have to be pretending.

`Oh, if they only knew,' he thought.

Brad smirked as he moved in, kissing Lance gently on the lips.

Lance let out a little `oof' sound through his nose as it happened.

`Mmm, I forgot how soft his lips were," The internal voice of the teen said.

Brad pulled away slowly with a big smile.

"Aw!" Carol gushed.

"You're such a girl," Cooper said rolling his eyes.

The boys in the back laughed at the other's exchange.

The drive up was pleasant. Brad and Lance caught up while Cooper and Carol question him. More liked interrogated the poor older man. Brad snuck a few more kisses from his `boyfriend.' At one point' Brad whispered in his ear asking for his hand. It helped that Cooper and Carol were singling loudly to a Hollywood Undead song. It masked the two men's' conversation.

The teen complied surrendering his hand. Brad, keeping his face straight ahead, moved Lance's hand to his thick, jean-covered, hardened cock.

"He's missed you," Brad said innocently.

"Brad!" Lance whispered harshly, trying not to alert his friends of what his hand was doing.

"What?! Do you know how many times I've wanked thinking about you?" the older man looked over to Lance, a serious expression on his face.

"We agreed to be friends only, Brad," Lance continued to whisper.

"Yeah, but for the day, we are fake boyfriends. We have to keep up appearances."

"You are enjoying this way too much," came the teen's sulky remark. In contrast to his remarks, Lance had yet to move his hand from Brad's erect penis.

"Oh, yes I am! You couldn't tell your friends that your stepbrother is banging you, so you use me as a scape goat. You see, I'm the victim here."

"Stop," Lance couldn't help but laugh. Brad laughed as well, nuzzling his face into Lance's neck.

"Mmm, you smell good, daddy," Brad moaned kissing Lance's neck.

"Brad!" Lance laughed leaning away from the ticklish touch.

"I couldn't help myself," Brad said impishly.

October 6th 11:02 a.m.

When the group arrived, they took a quick potty break at the entrance. Once completed, Carol grabbed a map. The park was decked out with Halloween decorations.

The carousel that was displayed at the entrance had a large fountain and a shallow non-swimming pool in front of it that would normally have clear water. However, for the season, the water was dyed the color of blood.

Brad walked up to Lance, taking his hand in his. The teen looked over, smiling at him.

"Okay," Carol said raising her voice some to be heard over the crowd, "I say we head towards the Joker, then we keep going around until we complete the park."

"We should get our wrist bands now for the haunted houses," Cooper suggested.

"Are the houses even open now?" Brad questioned.

"No, but to avoid crowds, we might as well. Then when they do open, we only need to get in line for the haunted house."

Lance let out an audible groan.

"What?" Brad questioned the teen looking in his direction.

"He doesn't like haunted houses," Carol answered for her friend all too happily.

"Aw, I'll keep you safe," The older man smirked.

"Oh, he can fend for himself. He is worried about getting kicked out again," Cooper corrected the cop.

"Again?"

"Oh yes. Our friend is much too jumpy. He accidently flipped a poor worker onto his back and was banned from returning to that haunted house," Carol explained.

"You what?!" Brad's mouth was agape from surprise.

"It was a killer clown and he jumped out of nowhere! What do you expect?" Lance whined in his defense.

"Oh baby, I'll keep you safe," Brad said laughing.

"Shut up!" Lance glared at his fake boyfriend.

Brad, still laughing, leaned his head down to kiss Lance on his cheek, making the teen blush.

"Let's go get out haunted house bands," Cooper said shaking his head at the pair of men.

After their wrist bands were purchased, the four of them went on the Joker first. The ride's color scheme was purple and green, that of the Joker from Batman. The ride was short but fun. The cart spun around flipping the four of them upside down.

The second ride they went to was the Goliath. This giant wooden roller coaster had actual loops! Lance had never screamed in fear on a roller coaster before, but when they went down on the initial slope, Lance let out a shriek. He reached over, gripping Brad's hand fiercely.

Brad didn't look over at Lance since he was too busy hooting from the drop, nevertheless, that did not stop him from accepting the runner's hand, intertwining their fingers.

Eventually, after several more rides, the group went for another washroom break after several more rides. Lance, not needing the washroom, sat on a stone wall flowerbed. He pulled his phone from his pocket. Lance looked down at his phone seeing there was message was from Dalton.

`I thought you were going to text when you arrived?' the text read.

Lance shook his head replying, `I thought I was of no concern to you?"

`You know that's not true. I was angry when I said that. I'm sorry.' Dalton's next message read.

Lance continued to shake his head.

`I'm here. We've been on several rides. I'll message you later when we are on our way home.'

When Lance was done replying to his stepbrother, he decided on shutting the device off. He wasn't going to let Dalton ruin the day. He had been having a blast with Cooper, Carol, and Brad. He wasn't going to let him damper his mood.

"What did Dalton do now?" Brad asked stepping in front of the teen.

"What?"

"That's the face you make when Dalton pisses you after a text or a phone call. You also had the same expression this morning when we arrived at your place," Brad explained.

"He can be just so-" Lance was at a loss of words. He grunted, making a face and imitated ring the man's neck.

"Yeah, he has that effect on people," the cop laughed.

"I just don't know what to make of him sometimes," Lance said more to himself than to Brad.

Brad was getting ready to say something but refrained when Carol and Cooper came back.

"Okay! Where next?" Carol asked rejoining the boys, with Cooper beside her.

October 6th 8:23 p.m.

The night was cool, much cooler than it has been that morning. Lance wished that he had worn another layer other than his hoodie. A slight shiver went down his spine. Brad, who was standing behind the teen, noticed this. Without saying a word, he came up behind the teen. Brad had his hands in the pockets of his heavy, unzipped jacket. Keeping his hands in the pockets, he wrapped his arms around the teen, cocooning Lance in his jacket with him.

Lance smiled to himself, leaning into the embrace, feeling the warmth of the cop. Lance couldn't deny, it was nice being in his arms.

"Thanks," he whispered.

"Anything for you, baby," the cop replied in a husky voice.

"I know! I love it!" Carol stated excitedly.

"You're so weird," Lance said quickly.

"Agreed," Cooper muttered alongside Lance.

"IT is an excellent book and the movie is pretty good. Granted the new one is not as good since Tim Curry is not in it, but the new Pennywise is still perfectly creepy,"

Brad gave Lance's cheek a small peck, just to remind the teen he was there. Lance began to ponder what being Brad's boyfriend would be like. He was more in tune with others than Dalton.

"How much longer do you think it'll be?" Cooper complained.

"We're almost there," Brad said plainly.

Lance looked ahead. They were indeed close. Maybe fifteen people, perhaps less.

"Remember, Lance, don't attack any of the poor workers," Carol said with a smirk.

"Jerk!" Lance countered.

"Now, now, daddy," Brad chuckled at the runner in his arms.

"Hey," a beautiful, dark-skinned woman ahead of them called to their small group, "two of our people went to the bathroom. We are still waiting on them to return. Would you like to go ahead of us?"

"Are you sure?" Carol asked.

"Positive. There are ten of us. I'd rather our group stick together," she replied with a laugh.

"Thank you very much!" Carol thanked.

"You're welcome! Mark!" the young woman called.

A man in his mid-thirties looked back, "Yeah Nicole?"

"We are still waiting for Kelly and Mike. Let these folks ahead of us! Have the others move aside," she explained.

Smiling at the small group, Nicole said, "have fun guys!"

Carol and Cooper made their way through, thanking the other group members as they did so. Brad released his hold on Lance so the could make their way through as well, although, they still held hands. Both Brad and Lance also thanked the other group as they walked by.

When they were ahead of the other group, they realized they were next to go.

"Alrighty!" a woman dressed as a zombified secretary spoke loudly.

"How many in your party?" she questioned.

"Four!" Carol replied excitedly.

"Excellent! How many in your group, sir?" she asked the guy standing behind Brad.

"We have ten," He replied holding up all his fingers.

"Dang! Alrighty, well today is your lucky day folks. I am going to let you go on head. Gentle-ghouls and were-girls, there is no touching the actors. I repeat no touching the actors! They will not touch you so do not touch them! There are well lit exit signs in the case of an emergency. Any questions?" The zombie woman asked.

The group shook their heads excited, save Lance.

"Excellent! Then proceed and I pray that you survive!"

She unlatched a metal chain that was preventing people from going to the door. Carol was in the lead with Cooper behind her. Lance behind the wrestler and the cop behind Lance.

The first room they entered was poorly lit. Blacklights being the only source of light, Screams and banging could be heard from deeper within the haunted house.

Their room was decorated as a hospital front desk murder scene. Papers and office supplied everywhere. There were a couple of bodies laying about as well.

One of the bodies was a man with a dagger in his back, leaning over a desk. An office phone kept ringing beside him.

The other body was by the door. It was a bloodied woman with a chuck of flesh missing from her neck.

The dead woman was by the doorway onto the next portion. When Carol walked to go through, the woman moaned jerking her body towards Carol making the blonde jump.

"Fuckin' Carol!" Cooper laughed his hide off.

"Jeez, Carol, we have been in here less than ten seconds and you jump at an obvious scare trap?" Brad laughed with Cooper.

"Shut up, jerks!" the busty blonde yelled at them, "Lance, you lead!"

"Fuck that! I didn't want to do this!" the runner shot back.

"Cooper!" Carol wined.

"Nuh-uh! This is going to be fun," the man laughed.

"Brad?!"

"I cannot leave Lance back here to fend for himself," Brad chuckled.

"Thanks, babe," Lance smiled.

"Cowards! Weak as water! All of you!" Carol hissed.

"Yeah, yeah. Keep it moving, Mrs. Slocombe," Cooper laughed giving her a gentle shove.

As Lance walked by, the woman made sudden movements at him making him jump. He fought the urge to kick her.

"Fuck this was a terrible idea!" Lance complained.

"Don't worry, daddy. I got you," the cop said smoothly. He wrapped his strong arms around Lance, holding him tightly. He gave the teen a quick peck on the cheek.

The next room looked like a hospital ER that had been through a zombie apocalypse. It was dimly lit like the previous room. There were a couple regular overhead lights, but they flickered on and off. Mostly spending their time off. There were random bodies scattered throughout the hallway. There were some turned over wheelchairs along with a hospital bed that were in the hall. The walls and floor splattered with blood. Bloody handprints were on the walls, as if someone had walked through using the wall as support.

The group made their way down the hall cautiously.

Carol screeched when a patient in a straitjacket emerged from a `patient's room' yelling at her to run.

"Ah!" she hollered, jumping back into Cooper.

Lance saw Cooper bring his arms protectively around Carol. He whispered something to her. Whatever he said made the young blonde woman hesitate but calmed her.

"What are you doing?" a voice yelled from behind Lance.

The teen jumped, whipped his head around seeing a half-dressed zombified nurse.

"You aren't one of us, but I can change that!" she said gleefully.

"We're good!" Brad said with a smile.

Without thinking about, Lance leaned more into Brad.

"Are you sure? You can bring your boyfriend!" she chirped evilly.

Brad raised an eyebrow, turned his smirking face to ask Lance, "what do you think, Lan?"

Lance didn't reply verbally. He shook his head vigorously.

"Oh, come on, Lan! I promise I don't bite...hard!" she laughed.

"Fuck this!" Lance muttered to himself.

"Care, move it!" Lance hollered at his friend. He turned to look at her discovering that Carol was already down the hall.

"Brad, move it!" Lance demanded.

"By beautiful," Brad said to the zombie nurse as he followed his fake boyfriend down the hall.

"Bye handsome!" she said to Brad then to Lance, "Bye cutie, eat ya later!" she laughed manically.

Brad and Lance walked side-by-side as the rejoined the others.

"You assholes!" Lance hissed at his friends.

"What?" Carol asked as she walked into the next section.

"You could have told us you were walking away!" Lance scolded.

"It's not my fault-ah!" Carol screamed again.

A machine blew fog and mist on them as they walked through a doorway.

"Fuck!" the blonde tennis player yelled. That was the third time she screamed in less than five minutes.

"That's what you get!" Lance shot.

"Slut!" She hissed.

"Skank!" He hissed right back.

"Ladies, ladies," Cooper laughed.

"Shut it, dick hole!" Both Lance and Carol simultaneously shot at the wrestler.

The three interacting with one another was comical in Brad's eyes making him laugh loudly.

"Shut up!" Cooper, Lance, and Carol yelled at Brad.

"Oh, my freaking lord, you three are a fucking riot," he laughed.

The half octet kept making their way through the haunted house. Carol jumping and screaming at everything and every sound that came her way. At one point, Lance couldn't help but notice how Cooper, very smoothly, took her hand in his. He didn't take the lead, but he laced his fingers with hers to let her know he was right there if needed.

Lance's hunk of a friend may not be the best academically, but he was truly a kind heart and one of a kind. He smiled at his two friends.

Lance himself did quite a bit of jumping as well, but Brad was there to embrace him reassuringly. On several occasions, Lance pasted himself to Brad's front side. The teen was fighting his urges to grab and toss the actors that came dangerously close to his personal space. Brad would just wrap his arms around the teen. Lance also couldn't help but notice how the older man spent most of their walk through the haunted house with a hardon.

Luckily, Brad wore a hoodie that hid his groin. In turn, hiding his erection. Lance knew from personal experience that the thick flesh would pooch out noticeably.

When they exited the haunted house, the four of them had started to sweat.

"Dang, it was hot in there!" Carol exclaimed.

"It definitely feels better out here," Cooper agreed.

"And see, Lance! With self-control you can make it through a haunted house without getting kicked out," Carol praised her friend.

"Wench! You know how many times I came close to flipping one of those goons?"

"I had you back the whole time," Brad said out loud.

"Thank you," Lance said sincerely.

Brad smiled, bringing one arm to grip onto Lance's far hip as they walked.

"What's the plan, captain?" Cooper asked.

"We still have a few rides we haven't hit. We can probably hit them and then we will be out of time," Carol answered.

"Lead the way," the cop stated.

The group continued there way throughout the park. Just as Carol said, they had enough time to hit those last few rides just in time before the park closed. They tiredly made their way back to the car as the ride lights began to shut off, people making their way out of the park.

When they returned to the vehicle and got buckled inside, Carol started the car. Before driving off she turned to look at each man.

"Did we have fun?" she questioned.

All three guys cheered and clapped tiredly.

Lance turned on his phone again. When the device loaded, a text from Dalton popped up. It was from when they were messaging each other earlier.

`I'm glad you're having fun...even if it's with him.'

Lance rolled his eyes at the moron's messages.

`We are leaving the park now," The teen messaged.

Lance didn't have a chance to put his phone away before Dalton sent a reply.

`Kay babe, travel safe."

Again, with babe? He was going to ask Dalton what was up with that.

The drive home had light conversation, but it did not take long before Lance started to drift off.

"Tired?" Brad asked quietly.

Lance leaned his head back against the head headrest, closing his eyes.

"Yea," the teen replied Queally as quiet.

"You can rest on me. Here," Brad shifted closer to Lance. He wrapped his arm around the runner's shoulders, Lance resting his head against Brad's shoulder instead of the head rest.

"How's that?" the man asked.

"Cozy," Lance murmured.

Brad kissed the top of Lance's head, making the teen smile. In a matter of moments, he drifted off to sleep.

October 7th 1:02 a.m.

"Hey," a voice called to Lance, waking him up.

"Hmm," the teen moaned.

"We are at your house, Lance," Carol said.

"Already?" his groggy voice asked.

"Yeah, dude. That's what happens when you're snoring away," Cooper laughed tiredly.

"Shut up. I love you. I love you too, Care. Thanks for driving," Lance gripped each of their shoulders.

He turned to a sleepy, smiling cop.

"I'll see you later," he said quietly.

Brad leaned in, giving him a gentle kiss.

"Count on it. Sleep well," Brad said.

Lance gave him one more kiss before exiting the vehicle and saying good bye.

Carol waited to make sure he made it inside his house before leaving. When Lance entered his home, he knew he needed a shower. He was dead tired from all the walking and squealing they had done, but he was in desperate need of feeling refreshed.

He made his way up the stairs to the bathroom. When he walked in, he saw his clothes that he had set in there earlier that day. He started the shower, allowing the water to heat up.

Lance started to remove his hoodie but stopped as the collar reached his nose. He brought the material to his nostrils taking a deep whiff. The teen could smell himself but that wasn't all. He could smell Brad's scent coming strongly off his hoodie.

"Mmm," Lance moaned quietly to himself.

It had been a great day for the runner. The best part was he didn't get kicked out of any haunted houses.

Lance continued removing his clothes, hopping into the shower. After he finished bathing, he dried himself off, but didn't get dressed right away. Instead, he studied himself in the mirror.

His height was the first thing he noticed. The runner loved being a nice height of five-eleven. Even though Dalton was older, he and the teen were the same height. Brad, at five-ten, was close but just a tad shorter. At times, the teen did wish that he didn't stop at five-eleven. He would have settled for an even six foot.

He looked at his abdomen, running a hand over his vaguely formed abs. If he took the time to weight lift or do crunches, he could define them more. He went to the gym, but he usually just ended up using their track or treadmills. He should consider weight lifting.

"But let's be honest with yourself. Who wants to do that? Lord knows you like ice cream too much," Lance said aloud to himself.

Lance looked at his legs, strong and muscular. One of his better features. They were the hairiest part on him, but they were lightly haired compared to the other guys his age. The hair growth stopped just above his knees, leaving his thighs hairless.

He gave a slight turn to bring his buttock to view in the mirror. He brought his hand to the perky cheek giving it a shake.

"And there is all that ice cream," Lance shook his head as he jiggled his butt.

Lance didn't get it. His butt was okay, but he couldn't figure what Dalton and Brad gushed over. He thought his butt was rather fat especially compared to his limbs and abdomen. The damn thing bounced around everywhere. If he flicked it, he could see the fatty tissue ripple throughout his cheek.

"Whatever," the teen sighed. He would never understand the fascination.

"Maybe I should consider making it more muscular," Lance muttered to himself.

He looked at his trimmed pubes. His carpet matching his drapes perfectly. His soft dick resting on his balls. He had a nice pair on him, even though gentiles in general were gross. His dick would come straight out when hard. He wasn't too big, he wasn't too small. He wasn't long like Dalton and didn't have Brad's super girth. He was just that right size and he loved it.

He looked up to look at his smooth baby face.

The runner was no super model, but he wasn't an eyesore by any means.

He dressed himself in a pair of old runners short-shorts. The maroon shorts rested low on his hips. The fabric covered may six inches of his thighs. Maybe. The shorts were awful looking, but they were incredibly comfortable. Dalton always called them his, `slut shorts.'

He pulled on a light blue muscle tank top. It was one size too small for Lance, but it was one of his favorite things to sleep in. The shirt exposed his lower hips, revealing a very faint Adonis belt. Cooper had the perfect `V' but Cooper also worked out like crazy. Again, Lance did not want to put in that effort to define his Adonis.

He gazed in the mirror again, smiling at himself. The outfit was hideous, but what did he care. His sleepwear was comfortable.

The teen quickly brushed his teeth before heading to bed.

Lance placed his towels on the side of the tub to air dry. He collected his old clothes tossing them in the dirty hamper. When he collected his hoodie, he held onto it for a moment. Instead of placing it with the rest of his dirty clothes, he walked out of the washroom, hoodie in hand. He flipped off the light making his way to his bedroom.

He stopped at his bedroom door. Being dead tired, he just wanted to crash, but he saw that Dalton's light was still on.

Lance tossed his hoodie in his room then made his way to Dalton's door.

He didn't even bother to knock, he just walked in.

Dalton was watching a rerun of Family Guy when Lance saw him, laying on top of his bed. He was wearing only a pair of pajama pants. He defined, lightly haired torso exposed.

Dalton glanced over when he heard his door open.

"Don't you even fucking knock?" he asked bitterly.

"I'm home," Lance said ignoring him.

"I can see that," Dalton said.

Lance locked the door behind him.

At the sound of his bedroom door being locked, Dalton glanced back over at Lance.

"You are dressed like a gay slut. Has Cooper seen your skanky slut shorts?" Dalton asked in a bitchy tone.

"I missed you today," was the response the teen provided.

It was a true statement. His thoughts kept drifting to Dalton throughout the day. He kept Brad at bay because he was wanting to uphold being faithful to Dalton.

"Why? You had Cooper to keep you company," The cop continued to sass.

That done it. Lance was trying to be nice and Dalton was wanting to be a sulking asshole.

Lance marched over to Dalton's bed, he was no longer tired. He was annoyed. The cop gave him a curious look then gave a yelp.

Lance gripped him by the ankles pulling him down, so he was flat on his back.

"What the hell are you doing?" the cop demanded.

"Shut up, Dalton," Lance said.

"Who the-"

"I said shut the fuck up Dalton!" Lance demanded louder.

Dalton froze. He wasn't prepared for that outburst.

Lance started removing his shorts, tossing them on the floor. The older man gave him a bewildered look.

"I try to be nice. I do," Lance muttered to himself. He still had his tank top on but was nude from the waist down. He got on Dalton's bed, standing tall on the mattress.

"But you cannot help but run your fucking mouth. You want to bitch, sulk, be moody, and whine like a brat. Instead of being a whiney bitch of a man, how about you put your mouth to better use," Lance growled.

He stood directly above a flabbergasted Dalton.

Lance's descended putting all his weight on his knees.

His hole just above Dalton's face.

"Get to it. You wanna bitch, do it while you're eating me out," Lance ordered.

He gripped Dalton's hair, prevent him from moving as he positioned himself to sit on Dalton's face.

The man didn't protest or struggle. Instead, he closed his eyes. He gingerly reached his tongue to Lance's hole giving it a few swipes.

"I didn't say lick it like a lolly pop, I said eat me out!" Lance gripped Dalton's hair tighter.

The man grunted out. He brought both his hands up gripping each of Lance's ass cheeks. He pulled on the flesh to expose the teen's smooth hole. Once Lance was as spread out as he was going to get in this position, Dalton launched his tongue lashes on Lance's hole.

"Fuck yes!" Lance moaned out his approval.

The teen didn't loosen his grip on Dalton's hair as his tongue made its onslaught at his entrance. Lance brought his left arm back, resting the palm on Dalton's bed so he could lean back, pressing his hole further into Dalton's face. He let his head roll back from the wonderful sensation Dalton's wet muscle was providing.

"Yes Dal," He moaned out. He pushed his hips towards Dalton's mouth.

The older man slapped Lance's left check making the teen moan out again.

Dalton moaned something but the words came out muffled.

"What did you say?" Lance asked raising his hips slightly allowing Dalton to talk.

"Suck my cock," Dalton commanded.

Lance shoved his ass back onto Dalton's mouth.

"I don't think you understand, Dalton. You're not in charge right now so you do not get to make demands. You've been a juvenile brat. Brat's do not get rewarded," Lance said as he grinded his hole against Dalton's face.

The older man, to Lance's approval, didn't fight him. Instead, he kept licking away at Lance's hole.

The man gripped Lance's hips, digging his fingers into his sides, moaning a little too loud.

"Shh, Dalton. Not too loud now," The teen taunted.

The cop moaned his disapproval at being told to quiet down.

After nearly ten minutes of Dalton eating Lance out, his jaw began to tire. He wasn't going to be able to keep going at this rate. More muffled words came from the cop.

"Try again, officer," Lance teased. He raised his hips slightly again allowing Dalton to speak.

"Please baby boy, please suck my cock," Dalton begged.

"That is more like it," Lance replied in a sultry tone.

Lance reached over to Dalton's nightstand fetching the lube from the drawer.

Lance turned himself around, so he was facing Dalton's cock. The man's member was sticking straight up in all eight plus skinny inches, ready for attention.

Lance was practically sitting on Dalton's chin. He grabbed Dalton's hand placing the tube of lube in it.

"You are going to finger fuck me while I suck your dick," Lance instructed.

Dalton didn't argue. He was breathing heavily from their encounter.

Lance leaned over, popping open Dalton's pajama bottoms. Dalton's cock was about ready to bust through the thin fabric. Lance rested his weight on his forearms as Dalton's cock came close to his mouth. Lance, however, did not engulf the swollen member immediately. He decided he was going to tease Dalton a little more. Lance's tongue was at the side of Dalton's excitement, starting at the base, he slowly licked up. Letting his tongue drag slowly, leaving a shiny trail of saliva. When he reached the top of Dalton's cock, he made his way back down.

"Lance!" Dalton moaned.

Lance gave a playful smack to Dalton's outer leg.

"No whining. Start fingering," the teen ordered.

Lance heard Dalton open the bottle of lubricant, then felt the man's fingers spreading it along his hole.

The next thing he felt was Dalton shoving two fingers in. The sudden stretching of two digits made Lance moan loudly. As Dalton fingered his stepbrother, he sucked on Lance's left nut.

"Mmm," the runner moaned out.

Lance went ahead opening his mouth wide, bring Dalton's cock into it. Lance gave the engorged flesh plenty of natural slickness before he took the entire length in to the root.

"Fuck," Dalton moaned out. The sensation of being taking in Lance's mouth made him forget what he was supposed to be doing but Lance quickly reminded him. He pulled off the older man's dick.

"If you want to fuck this ass, don't stop fingering it," Lance said sternly.

"Fuck me," The older man whined again. He flexed his cock, making it lightly tap against Lance's lips. He resumed his activities, sending his two digits in as far as they could, making Lance moan.

Lance went back to work, slobbering all over Dalton's nob. Lance covered his teeth with his lips, sucking hard on Dalton's head. The older man's moaning became louder. He thrust his hips up in attempts to go further into Lance's throat, but the teen pulled away quickly, leaving only the head in his mouth.

Lance moved his hands on top of Dalton's thighs, preventing Dalton from lifting his hips off the bed again. When the man tried, he was met with resistance.

"Lance, come on, please!"

The teen removed the gland from his mouth.

"Say it again," the teen demanded.

"Lance, please! Come on, suck me, I'm literally begging," Dalton complained.

He tried thrusting his hips again in attempts of finding Lance's mouth, but the teen refused to let him up.

Dalton found the teen's round prostate gland and pressed hard into it, making Lance's cock produce a thick stream of precum onto the older man's neck.

"Fuck," Dalton grunted at the warm fluid making contact. Dalton nibbled lightly on Lance's thigh, grunting as the teen did so. The man's hands were gripping at Lance's round rump.

Lance went back to sucking Dalton again. Dalton's own cock had a steady stream of precum that the teen licked up. Lance rather enjoyed taking charge. To his surprise Dalton seemed to be getting off on it too.

When Lance would descend towards the base of the cop's cock, he would rotate his head counter-clockwise in attempts to add more sensation to the blowjob. When he would bring his head back up, he'd turn it clockwise. Lance kept this motion up for several minutes. On one decent, Lance took in his stepbrother's unit to the root. His nose burying in Dalton's hair balls. Lance felt the flesh pulsing in between his lips from this action which encouraged the teen to do it several more times, flawlessly without gagging.

Lance opened his eyes and could literally see Dalton's hairy toes curling. The man's metatarsals were risen from flexing, making the tops of Dalton's feet appear grooved. His legs tense, his balls rising towards his body.

"Fuck!" Dalton cried out much too loud.

His cock convulsed releasing his orgasm into Lance's mouth. Lance kept the older man's cock buried in his throat as he came. Lance swallowed after every shot.

"Fuck," his stepbrother moaned out, "god damn!"

During his orgasm, Dalton had stopped fingering the younger man's hole. Lance pulled off his cock, moving his hands to Dalton's testicles.

Lance had the drained orbs in his left hand, while he used his right to rub gentle circles on Dalton's balls. Then gave them a light slap. Not enough to hurt him, but with enough force that it made the man jerk.

"Fuck! Jesus boy!"

"Did I tell you to fucking stop fingering me?"

Dalton retaliated by mashing his fingers into the teen's prostate.

"Harder, Dalton!" Lance breathed out in a forceful, slutty tone.

"You want it hard, I'll go harder you fuckin' slut!" Dalton hissed.

The man was jabbing his fingers in and out of Lance as hard as he could.

"Ugh!" the teen moaned, "yes!"

Lance, feeling his pending orgasm, decided to go down on Dalton's still harden cock.

Lance moaned on the older man's cock as come rushed out of his piss slit.

"There it fuckin' is! Let it out, baby boy!" Dalton encouraged. His younger stepbrother's body shook as he sprayed Dalton's neck with come.

Lance kept moaning while Dalton's cock was in his mouth. Dalton kept his fingers in the teen's hole but kept swiping with as much pressure as he could to Lance's prostate.

"Fuck!" Lance cried out, pulling of off Dalton's unit.

The teen took a moment to regain his breath, his exhaustion returning. Despite being dead tired, he still wasn't done with his stepbrother.

Lance hopped off the bed.

Dalton's cock glistened with spit, his neck covered in Lance come, hair a complete mess, and his mouth also shined with saliva from the rim job he gave earlier.

The older man looked at him curiously.

"I thought we-" he started with confusion.

"Oh, we are," Lance smiled, reached under the man's bed to grab his come rag, "but you

need to wipe off your neck. You look so slutty right now with my come dripping off you."

Lance took a moment to acknowledge how messed up it was that he knew where his stepbrother kept his jizz sock.

The teen tossed the sock to Dalton which he used to wipe off his neck. When he was finished, he tossed the sock back on the ground.

"Lay down again," Lance instructed,

The man didn't say anything or argue. He complied with the order.

Grabbing the tube of lube, Lance got back on the bed.

He straddled Dalton, again, at the waist this time. He poured lube into the palm of his hand, reached behind him, and gripped Dalton's cock roughly.

The cop's mouth was ajar as he let out a throaty moan. He closed his eyes, resting his

head against the pillow.

"Look at me, Dal," Lance order calmly.

The man opened his eyes that were glazed over with lust along with...Lance wasn't sure. It almost looked like affection.

"Do you want in me?" Lance asked.

"Yes," the man breathed out desperately.

"Have you been dying to get in me all day?" the teen taunted.

"I've wanted back in you since the last time we had sex," Dalton answered honestly.

"Yeah? Use your hands to spread my cheeks."

Dalton obediently did as he was told. Lance griped the man's erect dick guiding it to his

hole.

When the tip was at the entrance, Lance applied pressure until the mushroom head

popped in.

"God yes," Dalton moaned.

Lance grunted as the tip slightly stretched him open. The teen then proceeded to sit on the

man's cock. Stopping only when his rear rested on Dalton's hairy pubic region.

"Mmm," Dalton moaned out.

Lance rose his hips several inches before sitting back on the veined member.

"There we go," Lance moaned out as he continued this motion.

"Do you like me riding your cock?"

"Fuck yes!" Dalton answered with eager lust.

Lance started picking up his pace, thrusting down harder. He felt his rounded cheeks

rippled when they collided with Dalton's pelvis. The man was holding onto him by his hips.

He mumbled something that Lance couldn't quite make out.

Without losing rhythm Lance said, "Speak up."

"Kiss me," Dalton repeated himself.

"Kiss you what?" the teen was loving the teasing he was doing tonight,

"Kiss me, please," Dalton begged.

Slowing his speed down now, but not completely stopping, Lance leaned down. He

gripped the man's hair roughly, he met his lips with Dalton's.

Both men moaned as the kissed one another. Dalton started thrusting hard into the

teen. With a final jab, he buried himself to the hilt, breathing hard on Lance lips. Air, roughly being inhaled and exhaled through his nose.

"Mmm," Dalton moaned as he came again.

Lance pulled away, looking down at Dalton.

His eyes half open and his hair even more messed up than it had been.

The teen sat there, Dalton's cock buried deep in him. He ground his hips a few more

times making the cop writhe in pleasure.

Lance got off Dalton feeling come leaking out of his hole.

He reached for Dalton's sock again. The teen wiped off Dalton's cock and pubic bone as

the older man laid there dazed post-orgasm. Lance then wiped his bum with it. When most of the semen was cleaned, he tossed the moist fabric on the ground again, kicking it under Dalton's bed. Lance grabbed his shots, pulling them back on.

He made his way to the door to turn off the light. Instead of leaving, he made his way back to Dalton's bed, climbing in. He reached down grabbing Dalton's sheet, pulling it over the pair of them.

Once he was satisfied with the placement of the cover, Lance rested his head on Dalton's chest. He let out a breath, resting a hand on Dalton's lightly haired over pecs.

Dalton brought right arm around to encircle Lance. His other hand rested on top of Lance's.

"You're not worried about Lacy or dad walking in?" Dalton asked.

"I locked the door."

The two of them sat there in silence. Just breathing quietly, resting comfortably with each other.

"Fuck, that was nice," Dalton finally said.

"You liked it?"

"I wouldn't have thought a dominant bottom would have been appealing, but you were sexy as hell. What the hell got into you tonight?" Dalton questioned.

"I just wanted to take the reins. That and I really missed you tonight," the teen answered honestly.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Maybe we can go to the theme park? If you'd like." the teen suggested.

"I'd like that, how about instead, we go to the pumpkin patch. You love those and you haven't been one this season yet," Dalton said.

It was true Lance hadn't been to a pumpkin patch yet. Those were always his favorite thing to do during the fall.

"And we can pass over the haunted house. I know you hate those," Dalton chuckled.

Why couldn't Dalton be this considerate all the time?

Lance gathered up his courage. He was going to open a door he wasn't sure he should open.

"Dalton?"

"Yeah?"

"Let's go to the pumpkin patch... as a date."

Lance could feel Dalton stiffen at the word.

"You'd want to go as a date? Like be on a date? With me?"

"Unless you'd rather not. We can go as stepbrothers instead," Lance quickly covered. He should have not bothered asking if it was going to make things weird.

Dalton thought for a moment before answering. He kissed the top of Lance's head, letting his lips linger in the teen's hair.

"Okay. It'll be our first date then," Dalton said quietly. Lance heard the cop's heart give a hard thunk at the sentence.

"Great. It's a date," the teen couldn't help but smiled.

Author note:

Hello friends!

I didn't expect to have another chapter done so soon! Working forty hours a week with 14 credit hours keeps me quite busy. Only, I am currently in between income right now so that leaves me with a bit more free time. As always, feel free to email me with comments or criticism. I love hearing from you all! As per usual, when you email me, let me know where you're from. I never cease to be amazed at all the people from around the globe that take the time to read my work. It is very flattering. We are halfway through the series. Until next time, Friends!