AL SHOWS BRAD HIS DRILL
Brad woke up laying on a boner that was sending a shooting pain all the way up to his eyeballs. He looked at the clock. 8:00 am on a Saturday and he was awake. He really hated that. He just wanted to sleep and now he was wide awake. He crawled out of bed and found a pair of boxers to slide on. His dick was howling at the moon as he stuffed it inside and stumbled down the hall to the bathroom. Didn't sound like anyone else was up yet. He closed the door and stood sleepily in front of the toilet waiting for his piss to flow but the damn thing was so hard it wasn't cooperating. His stomach was rumbling a little from the Polish food they'd had again last night and so he dropped his shorts and sat down on the john and tried to relax. He dug around behind the tank and pulled out a worn porno magazine that the brother's shared. The pages were wrinkled and bent, several pages were stuck together with dried sperm that forever held their secrets together now. It was a good old magazine and he knew every picture. They all liked it because it showed couples and groups in action and not just models. He turned to one of his favorite pictures. It showed a busty blond with her legs spread wide impaled on a thick cock resting deep in her ass. She was sucking on another guy, huge cock and giant balls covered with a thick mat of brown hair. He loved that picture and had stroked off to it a hundred times. He was just about ready to start when the door to the bathroom opened. It was Randy.
"Hey don't you know how to knock?" Brad said relaxing after realizing it was Randy.
"Hey, don't you know how to lock a door?" Randy answered back. The small teen was wet with sweat from an obvious workout. He was wearing a loose fitting tank top and long loose shorts. There was a large Vee of sweat running down his shirt all the way to his belly. "I'll leave you two alone, " he added, "but hurry up, I need to get in the shower and get going."
"Go ahead. The mood's gone I think." Brad felt his penis relax and a long stream of urine silently splashed against the side of the toilet.
"You sure," Randy asked pulling off his shirt letting it drop on the floor.
"Yeah. I might sit here a couple of minutes if you don't mind."
"The Polish food?"
"How'd ya guess?"
Randy reached in a turned the water on. He pulled off his socks and slid his shorts and jock off. He went over to the mirror and checked his chin. He ran his hand over the smoothness and wondered if the whiskers were ever going to come. He could smell his pits, raunchy and sweaty, as he waited for the water to get warm. He could see Brad through the mirror and noticed he was staring. Randy turned around and walked toward his brother, still sitting on the john. He raised his arm and pushed his pit roughly into Brad's face, the soft damp hairs rubbing against his lips. The heavy odor rushed inside Brad's nose and he pushed the smaller boy away.
"Knock it off, dickhead. Why'd you do that? You know I'll kick your ass."
Randy didn't answer. He just stood there and then turned around and flashed his asshole at Brad in defiance and climbed in the shower. Brad stood up and noticed his erection was back in force and he was in the mood to mess with Randy anyway so he pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower with his younger brother.
"Hey, get out, Brad."
"What are you going to do, squirt? Tell mom?" Brad moved close to Randy who knew he was way overmatched. Brad had continued to grow and turn into a giant compared to him and there was no way he could win a wrestling match. Brad reached down and grabbed Randy's arms and brought them up above the short boy's head, pinning them to the shower wall. Brad towered over Randy, his flat belly now touching Randy's, his penis sliding in between them. Randy's eyes were huge as Brad leaned forward and licked the small nest of brown curls under Randy's left arm. Brad held him tightly and moved his mouth to his brother's nipples, sucking them until they stood out at attention. Brad leaned close to Randy's ear and whispered. "It's been a long time."
"It has," was all Randy could say. Brad released the boy's arms and Randy found his way to Brad's throbbing erection. He was amazed at how much bigger it was since the last time he'd seen it. It had been more than a year since he and Brad had last touched. Randy still remembered feeling of Brad's mouth tightly sucking his cock. The brothers had played with each other regularly a few years ago when Brad had just started growing hair on his balls. Brad's dick had been up his ass on a number of occasions and he'd even fucked his big brother a few times as well. But most of that had stopped when the girlfriends became more intense. But Brad had been broken up now for months and his hard 8 inches was screaming for release.
Brad grabbed the soap and lathered up Randy's tight ass cheeks. He ran his finger down the smooth crack and found his brother's smooth pucker and eased his finger inside. Randy had always enjoyed that. His little brother was a lot bigger now. Almost 7 inches of smooth, straight, cut dick was sticking out from a nice light brown wreath of pubic hair. Randy's balls hung down very low in that enormously loose nutsack of his and Brad ran his soapy hands around his brother's swollen testicles and then back into his tight ass. Brad knew what he wanted and dropped to his knees, letting Randy's penis slip between his lips and all the way back into his throat. He grabbed the boy's ass and began to pull him toward his face, sucking down on Randy to the root, feeling the loose balls swing and hit his chin as he sucked. His finger was back in Randy's asshole now and he fucked him gently as Randy grabbed Brad's face and smashed his groin harder and harder against Brad's nose. Brad's mind was filled with the memory of what had happened only a few days before between he and Uncle Marty. He could still remember the taste of Marty's load as Randy grunted and sent his wad boiling down Brad's throat. Randy continued ramming his cock into Brad's mouth until his cream was gone. Randy began to drop to his knees to suck Brad when the big boy pulled him up and pushed him to the back wall of the shower. Brad wedged his thick meat inside Randy's crack and began searching for his asshole. He wanted to fuck his little brother more than anything right now, just like he had wanted to fuck his uncle the other day. His penis found Randy's anus and Brad began to press forward when both boys froze. The door. Randy had forgotten to lock the fucking door.
"Brad. Randy? You both in there?" Tim asked suspiciously.
Brad pulled his dick out and tried to think of what to say. Randy looked frantic and answered, "Uh, yeah, Dad. Just trying to conserve a little water. That's all." Brad winced at the lame excuse and knew they were toast.
Never one to pass up a possible embarrassing situation, Tim pulled back the shower curtain and looked in. Through the steaminess he could see the teens huddled around the water, trying to hide themselves from Tim's gaze. Brad finally grabbed the soap and tried to nonchalantly continue his shower. He finally thought, to hell with it, if he wants to see it then he might as well get a good look. So he turned and faced his dad, lathering up his erection for all it was worth.
"Damn, Brad. You got a license to carry that thing, " Tim said staring at his son's rigid cock.
"Locked and loaded, Dad."
Tim hadn't seen Brad's penis in quite a while and was amazed at it's size and all the blond hair that hugged it and the boy's huge testicles. Tim glanced at Randy too and was surprised at the small boy's maturity, especially those low hanging nuts. "So, you're my Chinese son, Hung Far Lo."
"Hey, take a picture, Dad. It'd last longer, " Randy wise-cracked feeling his penis swell again as his Dad stared at his dong.
"Looks like we're not the only one sprouting some wood, Dad, " Brad said with a grin noticing Tim's hard penis poking hard against his cotton briefs. Brad even reached out with a wet hand and gave Tim's shaft a quick squeeze, leaving a wet print on the dark blue shorts. "Like Father, like son, huh Dad?"
Tim almost returned the squeeze, God knows he wanted to. "Hey, fellows," he said with a whisper, "knock it off or your mother is going to get nosy and send you guys out for therapy. Randy, we're going to be leaving in 15 minutes so you better hurry." Tim started to leave and then came back for one more look and said, "Maybe we ought to have a talk or something when we get back."
"Sure Dad. It's about time you told me about sex," Brad said with a chuckle.
"That's right, Dad. You've never given me the "talk" yet," Randy added mockingly.
"Yeah, yeah. Just get out." Tim said leaving trying to rub the watermark off his shorts as he went. Randy started to get out and looked back at Brad. "Hey, sorry...I "
"Forget it. It was still fun."
"So, what you gonna do with that thing, " Randy asked pointing to Brad's erection.
"Don't know yet, but I'll think of something," Brad said shutting off the water and grabbing a towel.
"So, what do you think was going on with Dad," Randy asked.
"Beat's the shit outta me.
"I couldn't believe you grabbed his dick."
"I know. But he didn't really seem to mind, did he?
"No. I wonder why?"
"Hell, Randy. You and I get off fucking around with each other. What makes you think Dad is any different. I bet you money he and Uncle Marty were just like us growing up. It's probably in our genes."
"Well, it's in THESE jeans," Randy said stuffing his package into his wide-leg pants. "You're probably right. They probably did the same shit we do, don't you think."
"You know, Randy. I have a feeling your right," he said smiling. He wrapped the towel around his waist and went back to his room.
Chapter 2
"Brad, we'll be back late Sunday afternoon. There's food in the fridge..."
"If you can call it that."
"Shut up, Tim, " Jill said hitting the smirking man carrying bags to the car. "Randy is on the overnight trip with his Science class and Mark's spending the weekend with...Ronnie, " which she pronounced like she was saying a dirty word. God knows what those two will be up to, she mumbled to herself just as Tim muttered, wonder what those guys'll be doing, under his breath.
"Now Brad. No parties, no girls, no ...
"Pot! No pot!" Tim yelled.
"I got it...no nothing," Brad added with his characteristic sneer as he sprawled on the couch watching a cartoon.
"Just behave yourself and call us if you need anything. Or call Al. Remember Wilson's gone this weekend."
"Come on, Jill let's go. We've got to pick Marty and Karen up in 15 minutes, " Tim added with a huff.
"I'm coming." She leaned over kissed Brad on the side of the head and said bye and ran out to the car. Tim walked over and patted Brad on the shoulder and then leaned over the couch and kissed his big 18 year old son on the cheek, something he hadn't done in seven or eight years. He wrapped his arm around the his hard belly and patted it, dangerously close to that power tool he's seen Brad playing with a little while earlier.
"Try not to pull it off this weekend, " he whispered in the boys ear.
"I won't. I'll wait for you to do it when you get back," Brad added just for the hell of it. Might as well leave him guessing, he figured.
Tim pulled his hand away and chuckled and said in his best lispy voice, "Thanks, Brad. That really warms a father's heart."
"See you, Dad."
Brad waited until he was sure they were all really gone and got up off the couch. He couldn't decide exactly what he wanted to do but he didn't want to sit around the house. He thought about calling one of his buds and kicking back, but didn't much feel like it. His penis was already stiff again after his Dad had rubbed his stomach. He wanted to do something he didn't usually get to but everything seemed stupid. He thought to himself, what I'd like right now is to watch a porno and jerk off real slow. And then the idea came to him. He went to the phone and dialed Al. He waited and got his machine. Good, he thought. He rummaged through the kitchen drawer and picked up the spare set of keys to Al' apartment. He knew Al had a secret collection of pornos. Al had actually told him when they were at the pool that last time and the conversation had managed to get around to sex. Al was almost bragging about where he kept them hidden from his nosy mother who came by from time to time. He figured he could "borrow" one of those and either bring it back or even just choke his chicken right there on Al's couch. That might be fun. His dick was still rock hard and so he decided to grab his bike and ride to Al's instead of driving. That way he'd calm down a little before having his stroke session.
Soon he was peddling as fast as he could across the Detroit suburbs to Al's. As he pulled into the drive, he was glad to see Al's station wagon was still gone. He parked his bike at the side and stole around to the back door and opened it with the key. The place as fastidiously perfect as usual do he'd have to be careful. He went to the desk and felt the bottom drawer, locked like he expected. He pulled the desk carefully away from the wall and found the fitted door Al had made for his secret hideaway. He worked the panel off and reached inside. There were 6 or 7 videos, about a dozen magazines, a small envelope of pictures, and a bound book with gold edged pages. He took them carefully out and went over the couch, setting the items on the coffee table. He grabbed the remote and switched the tv on. He started to put in a tape, but there was already one in there. He pushed play and in a moment, he was watching the scenes from the lake and suddenly there was he and Randy wrestling and a few moments later, there they were pulling down Tim's trunks. "Woah," Brad said out loud as he watched his Dad bend over and pull up his shorts, asshole winking in the sun. He played it back and then caught the frame with Randy's low hangers sliding out of his shorts. "Man," Brad said squeezing his soft penis through his shorts. The tape played on and there at the end was the brief glimpse of Mark's dick. He used the freeze frame and studied his little brother's pecker. "Damn, Mark. You're not that little anymore. Look out, Ronnie." he said ejecting the tape. He put another in. They were all unmarked. It was called "Sex in the Great Outdoors." He stood up and slid his shorts and boxers down and spread his legs out wide letting the cool air tickle his blond bush. He really liked having blond pubes. It was just cool to him. The wide ring of fur surrounded his thick cut meat and framed his oversized balls. His nutsack was fat and furry but hugged his dick fairly closely. A thin trail of blond hairs made a smooth line to his navel and disappeared. Except for his very hairy pits, the rest of his chest was still smooth. He wondered if it would get furry like his Dad's? But Uncle Marty wasn't hairy. Brad closed his eyes and remembered once again the feel of their skin together and the hot feeling of Marty sucking him. He opened his eyes and noticed the movie was on and two hairy guys were fucking the hell out of each other. He sat up and stared. The guy in the back was a big bear of a man like Al and the guy in front was smaller and dark with a hairy chest as well. The man in back was ramming his bone in and out of the smaller man with a fury, his nutsack banging hard against the other. Brad's penis swelled and he squeezed a large dribble of precum out and used his free finger to smooth the slippery juice all around the sensitive tip, toying with his piss slit as he watched the fuckers.
He shifted his weight and the pile of magazines fell over. He reached down to pick them up and smiled. The first one was just about like his old mag at home, couples in full action, lots of big tits. The next one was called "The Lair" and had action shots of big hairy men going full bore. The back of the mag had a section called Cubs Corner and included shots of young guys about Brad's age that were big and hairy. Brad's eyes widened as he looked at the boys on the pages. It looked like the offensive line of University of Michigan. The guys were about 275-350, huge guys, hard bodies but enormous legs and asses. Their bellies were covered with fur and more than half seemed uncircumcised, which really was cool to Brad. Most were poses but there were three action shots set in a locker room, one big guy plowing the furry crack of a young boy sucking on the fat rod of another big guy. These guys looked like real men to Brad and he stroked his meat with enjoyment as he gazed at them. There was one other book with the magazines and Brad opened it. It was a journal, Al's journal. He read a page and it was just boring stuff about the show or how he was still missing Eileen. Brad was just about to close the book when it flipped open to a page that was marked with a leather bookmark. The date was just a couple of days ago. Brad scanned the page and his mouth fell open. He dropped his dick and picked the journal up with both hands. It read..." never figured I'd say this but TT is a better kisser than Eileen and can suck dick 100 times better. My ass will never be the same after T's ream-out job. Hope he can handle this and J. She just can't ever know. Had that dream about BT again last night...he was wearing those soccer shorts again. Man...I need to squirt."
Brad's eyes were open wide as he tried to soak all this in. It might not be clear to everyone but it sure was to him, even if he wasn't Mr. Perfect like Randy. He tried to picture it...Al and his Dad? Could it really be? And what was that about Al dreaming about BT in the shorts? Could BT he him? Brad didn't have time to think long because he suddenly realized he was hearing a motor. Al was home! He jumped up and grabbed all the stuff and ran to the desk, falling down over his shorts that were still around his legs. He slammed the panel back on the hidden drawer and pushed the desk back. He pulled his shorts up and pushed the power on the TV and VCR just a second before Al walked in.
Al opened the door and ran straight into Brad and the both yelled, "Yaah!" at the same moment. Catching his breath, Al started, "Brad, you scared the shit out of me. What are you doing in here?"
"I, uh, was going to bring back your.."
"What?"
"I can't remember. But I was bringing it back."
"How did you get in here?"
"Back door. I used Dad's key."
Al sat his groceries down on the counter. "I don't think you're Dad would want you to use the keys to just come in like this. You're supposed to call first."
"I did call, but you weren't here."
Al shook his head. There was Brad in those damn short, popping a boner you could see for miles. He flexed his butt cheeks together and tried to think of something else, but his own penis swelled in his jeans and he found himself glancing at the tall teen's crotch over and over again as he put away his groceries. "So, what's up, Brad?"
Brad's hand instinctively went to his hard-on and he tried to push it down and out of sight as he stood on one foot and then the other, feeling awkward but also excited. There had only been one other time when he and Al had been alone and that was back a while when Al had asked him to go swimming that day. He still remembered being fascinated by the big man's hairiness, his big balls, and that foreskin. It was like Rick Grauer, his locker buddy in soccer. Brad tried as often as he could to be putting on his shoes when Rick came back from the showers. That way he had a discreet close-up look at the boy's stubby uncut prick as it hovered a foot away from him, bouncing on tight balls that seemed to fill his nutsack to overflowing. He and Rick were teammates but not friends. But he had wondered about trying to invite him camping or something where they could be alone. He wasn't sure, but the way Rick's leg or naked ass would sometimes brush against his own made him feel the redheaded guy with the wrestler's build just might be into diving for a little dick himself.
Brad realized Al had been talking but he hadn't heard a word. "Huh?"
"You're in the Twilight Zone or something, Brad. I asked you what were you doing today?"
"Not much. I was kinda bored with everybody gone."
"You didn't have a date?"
"Haven't really dated since Angela and I broke up. Just haven't been in the mood."
"I understand that. Things haven't been the same for me since Eileen and I decided to end our engagement either."
Yeah, no shit, Brad thought, remembering the journal entry. He was so relieved he'd gotten all that stuff put away.
"I'm going to make a sandwich. You want one?"
"Sure. Thanks for not freaking out, Al about me being here and all. Just felt fooling around and didn't want to stay home."
"Don't mention it, Brad. Hey, turn on the TV, will you. The game's been on a while but we can catch up on it," Al said pulling meat, cheese, lettuce, and tomato out of the fridge.
Brad grabbed the remote and pushed the power on. The screen lightened and filled with the image of a close-up of a fat cock sliding in and out of a guy's tight hairy asshole. The grunts and panting filled the room and Brad's head snapped around to Al who was standing ashen-faced, staring at the screen in open mouthed horror. He recovered enough to lunge at the TV and hit the power switch. Al leaned against the TV, not wanting to turn around, knowing the shock or disgust that he would see in Brad's eyes. He finally turned around slowly and felt his gaze meet Brad's who had the hugest grin on his face.
"Looks like those guys were having some fun," Brad said grinning. "How come you turn it off so fast?"
"I...it's not my...uh, you're not.."
"Hey Al. I'm old enough to watch what I want," the tall blond boy said reaching around behind Al and hitting the power button again. "And, I'd like to see a little more of this." Brad sat on the floor in front of the couch and leaned back resting his back against the soft leather. Al started to protest but didn't know what to say. "Hey, Al. Let's skip the food right now and watch this with me," Brad suggested. Al robotically obeyed and sat on the couch beside the boy, his knee resting against Brad's shoulder. The video had changed to another burly man with his faced buried deep in the crack of a young cub that looked like an 18-year-old linebacker. Al pressed his legs together and wondered what in the hell was going on.
"Al, can you rub my neck? I jammed it pretty good yesterday at soccer practice." And with that, Brad crawled between the big man's legs and rested his back against the couch. Al's hands practically trembled as he touched Brad's warm neck and slowly began to knead the muscles in his neck and shoulders. Brad felt his dick expand even more as Al's warm hands massaged his neck. He watched the young cub on the screen grab his asscheeks and pull them apart so the man doing the rim job could get to even more of him. Brad grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. Al's swallowed and looked down at the boy's firm pec's and large dark nipples. Brad pushed his head back against Al's groin and felt the heat and hardness that was there. Al moved his hands to Brad's shoulders, massaging the hard biceps that were there. Brad raised his arms up on to Al's knees and Al slid his fingers along the underside of the teenager's arms until he felt the damp, soft patches of light brown hair nestled there. He moved his left hand up and around his neck, resting his fingers on Brad's smooth chest, brushing his finger tips across his nipples, watching them harden and jut out. He circled each one, twisting the sensitive flesh between his thumb and forefinger softly.
Brad closed his eyes and concentrated on the touches, on feeling Al's beard against the side of his face, his breath softly on his cheek. He took Al's hand and guided it down to his groin and curled the man's large fingers around his rock-hard penis. Al could feel the boy's rapid pulse beating in his hand as he squeezed Brad's shaft and increased the motion of his other hand on his nipple. Brad kicked off his shoes and raised his hips up and slid his shorts down and off. Al's fingers quickly dove into the fly of his boxers and almost melted as they came into contact with Brad's 18-year-old cock. Brad spread his legs wide and allowed the man full access to his crotch, feeling strong fingers wrap around his thick shaft and pump and then circle his pole and cup his fat nutsack, squeezing his testicles perhaps a bit too much. The fingers explored lower and ran nervously along his boy-crack to his pulsing hole. Brad lifted up his hips and let the finger enter him softly. He moaned and turned his face toward Al's and let his smooth lips gently brush the big man's hairy face and then they locked onto each other. Brad pressed his tongue between Al's closed lips and he felt himself lifted up and smothered underneath a hot softness of Al's flannel shirt as the man opened his mouth wider to accept the boy's probing tongue. Brad began to suck on Al's tongue and bathe the man's face with sloppy wetness. He reached up and felt for the buttons to Al's shirt and unbuttoned them, tearing at the cloth until it was off. Reaching down and pulling the sweat-soaked t-shirt over the man's head and now feeling the electricity of Al's thick, soft chest hair caress his own smooth chest.
Al undid his belt and kicked off one boot and Brad shoved the man's jeans down past his firm, round ass. Al ripped his foot out of his other boot and stepped on the legs of his jeans and pulled his legs free. Both of them stood up and faced each other, continuing the embrace and the kisses, allowing their hands to move across each other's bodies. Finally, Brad pushed back from Al's embrace and looked at the man. His hair was a mess. His chest was heaving. The thick mat of hair covered his hard pecs and abdomen, curling around the waistband of his white jockeys. A massive slab of meat lay in the pouch of the briefs stretching them out more than he could imagine. Al took in the sight of Brad. His face and lips were wet and red. His chest was hard and completely smooth. His abs were rock hard and a trail of blond gold spun from his navel into his tented out boxers. His legs were covered with yellow fur. Al's mind was racing.
"Al, let's get on your bed. I want you to fuck me in your bed," Brad said in almost a whisper between breaths.
Al held out his hand and felt Brad put his own large hand inside. He pulled the teenager to his bed and held him by the shoulders backing him toward the bed. "You sure about his, Brad...I.."
"Fuck me like you fucked my Dad, Al." And with that Brad sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Al's short down, letting the man's erection spring free, bobbing against those egg-sized balls that Brad had stared at the pool. He let the tip of his tongue curl up inside the thick, loose foreskin and bathe Al's glans, probing inside his piss slit and letting his tongue taste the tangy precum that flowed like a faucet from Al's rigid tool. Brad slid the skin back and rubbed the tip over his lips and soft mustache stubble before opening his mouth wide and letting the penis slide back as far as possible into his hot mouth. He grabbed Al's ass cheeks and felt their hairy firmness, running his fingers along the furry crack and down toward his sweaty hole.
Al's eyes rolled back in his head as he pulled the boy's head closer and closer , fucking his way into Brad's mouth, feeling his balls swinging into his chin over and over again. He could have come already, but he clamped his ass down hard and slowly pulled his prick out of Brad's hungry mouth. He dropped to his knees and pushed Brad back on to the bed, his large hairy thighs and ass lifting as Al pulled the damp boxers off revealing the teenager's heavy, loaded balls weighted down toward his rosebud, tiny blond hairs encircling the pulsing flesh. His wide fat 8 inches rose in front of his face, a dark pink pointed head with a constant leak of clear precum that bathed the whole shaft. Al took each testicle into his mouth and sucked on each until they were heavy with slobber. He licked and probed inside Brad's hole, savoring the spicy tang and sweat that lingered there. Feeling the heat and strength of the boy's body pulse against his tongue as he forced it inside the pucker, gently tongue fucking the boy as he rocked back against his beard.
"Can't wait...any more..." Brad grunted. His first blast rocketed past Al's head and splashed against Brad's nose and lips. Al dove onto the shaft and the next blast filled his mouth with the creaminess of Brad's slick boycum. Spasm after spasm sent more globs of goo into Al's gullet, coating the man's insides the boy's hot spooge.
Al was still recovering and trying to swallow this monster load when Brad whirled around and stuck his ass into Al's face. "Fuck me, Al.. I want to feel you inside me." Al reached up and brought down the black Binford-labeled dildo and smeared Brad's asshole with a wad of lube. He slid two fingers inside as the boy grabbed his perfectly hairless and smooth butt cheeks and spread them wide. Al positioned the smooth dildo against anus and clicked it on. The tingling vibrations opened the muscle enough for Al to press the dildo in and so he gradually slid it in, gently fucking the horny teenager, letting the smooth rubber stretch his tight hole. Brad grabbed the dildo and shoved it as far as he could up his ass and then pulled Al down beside him. He straddled the furry man and swallowed his still rigid tool, leaving his balls hovering above Al's nose. Al continued to work the vibrator in an out of Brad's ass while the soccer star sucked him and stroked his penis to the bursting point.
Brad crawled up and let the dildo slide out of his greasy ass and sat firmly on Al's rock hard 9 inches. His butt crack opened and allowed the man's hot dickhead to pierce his teen asshole, sending an earthquake of pain and sensuality into Brad's belly. He eased himself down a bit more until the whole head of Al's cock was firmly embedded into his stretched out ass. Getting fucked by Randy just didn't compare to this, he noticed and opened his sphincter more and let his weight slide the massive pole all the way home. It felt like Al's penis has just come out his head, it was so big and so thick. But in a few moments, he was rocking and bouncing and pounding the shit out of Al's balls as he impaled himself again and again on Al's rod. Al was holding on to the young athlete's slim waist, watching his penis thrust in and out of his smooth asshole. His cream began boiling, his balls lifted high and he pushed upwards with one mighty thrust, lifting Brad off the bed and filling the boy with a pint of pecker paste. Al sat up and hugged the boy close, the two sitting still and feeling their heartbeats inside each other until Al's softened penis slipped out of Brad's slimy hole. Brad turned around and lay on top of Al, allowing the man to kiss and lick the dried cum off his nose and lips, returning his hungry kisses as only a teenager can, wrapped in the arms of a real man.
Brad's ass was so sore as he slipped into the shower in his bathroom he could hardly stand up. He'd let Al fuck him again about an hour after the first time. It had been on his back with his hairy legs resting high on Al's wide shoulders, looking deep into the man's eyes as they climaxed. They'd fallen asleep for three or four hours after that but soon his dick had other ideas. He managed to crawl in between Al's legs and lick and suck on his hairy asshole until raised up on his knees and allowed the boy to slide his bone all the way home. Brad fucked his big man like a maniac, slamming his hardness as deep and fast as he could inside Al's bunghole, spraying a thick load of sperm inside the amazed side-kick. An hour later, Brad fucked the man once again, this time slowly, taking over 20 minutes to come inside the man's wet and spent hole. Brad had crawled out from under the well-fucked bear and sucked his uncut dong until the salty jism slid across this tongue. He sucked his tool empty and kissed his deeply again and told him it was the coolest thing he's ever done. Al tried to think of something to say, but remained quiet.
"Don't worry about anything, Al. This is between you and me."
"Brad. How did you know about me and Tim?"
"I didn't. Just guessed it might have happened," he lied. "Guess I was right. Don't worry. Not going to talk to anyone about that either."
"Brad. I ..just want you to know that I ... that making love with you was beyond words. I have never done anything quite like this and..."
"It's okay, Al. If you want to do it again some time, just invite me over.
If I'm not into it, I'll tell you."
The two kissed again and fell asleep soon after. When Al woke the next morning, Brad was gone, but the smell of semen on his sheets reminded him it was no dream, just a dream come true.
Brad stepped out of the shower and dried his body. It was still early but he wanted to sleep more. He's never felt so tired or drained in his life. He didn't grab any underwear, just tumbled into the bed and pulled the covers up. He knew Randy would be home after while from his trip and his parent's soon after. He didn't even have the strength to beat off but his penis still hardened as he remembered Al's touch on his skin.
He awoke sometime later, realizing his dick was being sucked deep inside someone's hot mouth. He moved his hands to the person's head and moaned, but when he felt the hair and the smooth cheeks, his eyes slowly opened and he saw Randy vigorously giving him head. He barely had time to catch his breath when he shot his wad into Randy's hot mouth. The teenager milked the rest of the sperm from his brother's shaft and then looked up at his sleepy brother.
"Figured I owed you that one for the other day."
Brad grinned and tapped his still hard meat against his brother's nose. "You're still a great cocksucker."
"That must have been some dream you were having," Randy added. "I figured you'd wake up like crazy when I started blowing you. And then when you started waking up, it sounded like you said, Oh, Al?"
"Heh, heh, " Brad said chuckling, "Imagine that."
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