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Part 3
Meet me at 24 Ramsay St. NOW
Brent was confused but intrigued about the text message he received from a number he didn't recognise. He never interacted much with the neighbours, so didn't pay attention to who lived where. It could literally have been anyone. He was game. He knew how to take care of himself if the situation became precarious.
knock-knock
"Come in."
Brent entered the house to be greeted by Pierce Greyson. It was like a scene from The Godfather: Pierce's presence commanding as he sat cross-legged in a stately armchair in the modest lounge area. He looked fine and fierce, sharply dressed in a well-fitted pale blue business shirt, charcoal pants and black Oxford shoes.
Brent smiled a little on the inside. Was Erinsborough's richest hot guy wanting to hire him? ;) A second daddy to serve would be ecstasy.
"Lets get to it, shall we." Pierce said, his tone serious. Brent peeled off his hoodie as he started to strip.
"Sit!" Piece ordered. Brent imagined straddling Pierce and sitting on him, but quickly did as he was told.
"I hear you made a pass at my son's girlfriend."
"Harlow."
Pierce nodded.
Brent knew he hadn't tried it on with any other local girls. He hadn't been in Erinsborough that long, and like Hendrix, saw the sweet girl who'd befriended him at the hospital as an easy beard. He'd just been taken in by Aaron and David, and was unaware of how LGBTQI friendly Erinsborough was. He didn't want his true sexuality to make him a target like it had at the group home. When Harlow didn't return his `feelings', he panicked and became aggressive, startling her. It was a while ago now, and he'd already been giving a stern talking to and sent back to the group home like a faulty online purchase. Why was Pierce dredging it up now? Talk about holding a grudge.
Brent felt his face turn pale, yet red with embarrassment at the same time. Aaron's `parenting' had tamed his tough guy persona.
"Good. You clearly regret what you did." ... "But relax, I just want to offer you an alternative." Pierce smiled charmingly as if he were in a business negotiation.
"What alternative?" Brent asked cautiously.
"Me." Pierce suggested, standing up as he literally ripped his shirt open, exposing his ripped torso that would put guys half his age to shame.
Brent's eyes popped and jaw dropped as he soaked up the sexy sight. This was too good to be true. But it was indeed happening. Pierce had grown tired of Chloe's constant gravitation to other women. Nicolette was just the latest in a line that included Elly, Mel, Naomi, and likely others. He wanted a guy to get even with. He could have paid the hottest guy on the planet to be his slave, but he thought it would be more fun to fuck a neighbour who could quickly be there at his beck and call, day and/or night. Brent wasn't the hottest guy in Erinsborough, but his bratty ways made him one of the most deserving of punishment by Pierce's powerful penis. Bringing up the past was merely an excuse. A poor one. But one that made it easy to put Brent on the receiving end of a rough ramming.
Pierce continued to undress, unbuttoning his pants and sliding down the zipper as they fell to the floor, leaving him standing there in his striped briefs. Brent was salivating as Pierce ran his strong hands over his crotch, gently massaging his massive meat through the fabric as he grew harder.
"Fuck...just pull it out already..." Brent murmured to himself as his heart raced in lustful anticipation.
"What was that? I didn't quite hear you." Pierce barked.
"I WANT TO SEE YOUR BIG COCK ALREADY, GODDAMN IT!" Brent shouted back.
"Patience, slut." Pierce chuckled as he caved and revealed his literally biggest asset. ... "Leave Harlow alone. Don't even think about trying Hendrix next. I need my son and Paul Robinson's granddaughter to stay together, for business reasons."
"Harlow and...Hendrix...who?" Brent stammered, enamoured with Pierce's erect pole commanding his attention as Pierce stroked his never ending, 9"+ fuck stick.
"Good boy, you catch on quick. Now get on your knees!"
Brent couldn't obey Pierce quick enough as he dropped down and started kissing and licking his pole.
"Pathetic. I want you to suck it! Take it ALL in." Pierce demanded.
"Mmmmmmmmm...yes...that's it..." Pierce moaned as Brent deep throated him. "Make it nice and wet. The wetter you get it, the better its going to be for you when I fuck your brains out."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...nice...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."
Brent was exceeding Pierce's expectations. But he couldn't forget his intentions with the teen.
He withdrew his cock from Brent's mouth and grabbed him by his long hair as he pulled him to his feet and threw him onto the lounge. He threw him with such force his legs landed in the air. Pierce seized the moment as he grabbed Brent's ankles and pinned his legs back, spreading them as he aimed his missile at his hole and plunged deep inside him.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Brent moaned.
"Yeah....you like MY big dick." Pierce smiled. "That'll make the lesson you're about to learn that much sweeter."
"Are you actually into this or just taking one for the team?" Brent asked.
"That's for me to know. Now shut up and stop ruining the moment."
"Ohhhhhhhhh....uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhh..." Brent moaned as Pierce's dick dominated and destroyed him, smashing his insides with each rapid and unruly thrust; yet enrapturing him so much that he'd come back begging for more as he succeeded in making a human acquisition.
Pierce and Brent stared intently at each other, breathing heavily as they enjoyed each other's bodies. It wasn't part of the plan, but Pierce found himself scooping up Brent's young body and pulling him closer to kiss him. His tongue was lost in Brent's mouth as their lips collided in passion, an oral slinging match ensuing.
"What the actual fuck!" Hendrix screamed as he walked through the front door and saw what was happening.
Pierce was experienced in remaining cool and calm while averting a crisis.
"You didn't think Chloe's the only bisexual in the family did you? And I know you're hardly straight." He replied, grinning.
Hendrix just stood there dumbfounded, nothing like the kinky brat he truly was.
"Well come on, get your gear off and help your old man put this punk in his place."
Finally a cheeky smile spread across Hendrix's face as the surprise wore off, and he stripped off. So much for that deal Pierce was pitching to Paul. But a hot threesome with his even hotter son was a far better offer. Not that anyone else was going to find out about this little diversion.
"You remember that bet you lost?" Hendrix asked Pierce cheekily.
"Sure..." Pierce replied, intrigued at how his son was about to use his win to his advantage.
"Get underneath him and I'll take him on top...as the winner I get the better position!"
Pierce got Hendrix's drift and plopped on the lounge before forcefully dragging Brent across his lap and violently reinserted his tool up the teen's tight passage. He then grabbed Brent's legs and pulled them back, opening the way for Hendrix to drill his dick in to Brent beside his.
"THIS will show us what you're really made of, tough guy." Hendrix laughed tauntingly as Brent tried to mask his initial screams as pleasure over pain. It was one thing for Brent and Ollie to jointly stuff Aaron's experienced whore-hole with their horny hammers, but to be on the receiving end of a double-dicking and getting a taste of his own medicine was another. But Brent didn't realise how lucky he really was, being in the position other guys had often dreamed about when watching Pierce and Hendrix taking their shirtless father and son jogs around the block.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK...JEEZUS...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Brent continued to scream.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, DUDE!!" Hendrix yelled at him. "THE WHOLE STREET WILL HEAR YOU, AND WE'RE HAVING TOO MUCH FUN TO BE DISTURBED, RIGHT?!"
Pierce thought the house was pretty sound proof, but just in case, covered Brent's mouth with his hand to muffle his moans while at the same time making him involuntarily nod his head in compliance.
The constraint made Brent calm down as he fought off the urge to vocalise his body's response by sucking on Pierce's long, masculine fingers. The man was so delicious even they tasted good and smelled just like he'd dipped his hand in a pool of designer fragrance.
After a short while, Pierce moved his hand to Brent's rock hard 8" cock and gave it a few strokes; not to pleasure him but to gauge just how much the Greyson guys were turning on their new toy. Meanwhile, Hendrix grabbed Brent by the cheeks and squeezed, making his lips push outward like a fish as he spit into his mouth and laughed. He repeated the degradation a few more times before admitting his desire by kissing Brent as he and his dad continued their dick duel inside him.
The climatic cock battle went on a while longer before Hendrix, despite not having the head start on Brent's thrashing, was the first to fire his thick lusty liquid into his frenemy. Pierce remained relentless; the extra, creamy coating to his cock by Hendrix's making for extra squelching as he slammed his stick.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...yeah ...." Pierce quivered in euphoria as he erupted inside Brent.
"Go us!" Hendrix laughed as he high-fived Pierce and gave him a quick kiss.
"I'll be in touch." Pierce said as he tossed Brent his clothes and showed him the door.
"Hey, I haven't cum yet!" Brent protested.
"But you will." Pierce replied. "When you march on home, jerk yourself off over what just happened, and send me a video of you drenching yourself in your hot, sticky mess. I felt how hard you are, so I expect the biggest load you've ever made."
"I don't live across the street anymore. I can't walk home with this!" Brent continued to protest, pointing to his raging boner.
"Not my problem." Pierce shrugged. "Consider it part of your punishment."
"But..."
"I'll...uh...make sure he leaves quietly." Hendrix said as he took Brent outside.
Pierce grinned to himself. He liked Brent more than he wanted to let on. He wanted something to look forward to...his load...next time he visited. He watched through the window as Hendrix dragged Brent behind a hedge and dropped to his knees; using his mouth to extract Brent's bubbling eruption. He couldn't hear the sound, but knew the moment Brent came by the way his body tightened and shook while throwing back his head in pleasure. Seconds later, Pierce saw the cum dribbling down Hendrix's chin; the load obviously huge.
Pierce then saw Hendrix wait while Brent dressed himself, then say something to him before kissing him and playfully shoving him in the direction of the street as he took his sore, but not sorry, slutty ass down the driveway and walked off into the distance.
Hendrix then returned inside where he and Pierce took a shower together as they always did after their regular exercise, or today, sexercise...