Little Sheldon's Big Brother Part 6
Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own these characters. This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments. chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com
Barely a day of football practice went by without Georgie taking cock in his mouth or ass while his father watched and silently beat off from the closet in his office. George was shocked to discover how many men and boys were eager to leave their nut inside his son's belly or guts. It wasn't even that big a school.
But football season ended and the opportunity to fuck in George's office dried up. And after a week went by with no sexual contact with Georgie, George began to wonder if maybe they were done with that. And he certainly couldn't talk about it with his son. Couldn't ask him. Each of their now dozens of sexual encounters had always been initiated by the younger Georgie. George somehow felt that it was okay if his son initiated the contact, but it wouldn't be if he did.
So one evening George was surprised when Georgie asked his father if he would take him to the comic book store. Georgie never expressed any interest in the comic book store and Sheldon wasn't even home. Something in the look in Georgie's eye made George uneasy, and so rather than ask more questions, he just agreed. They rode in silence to the comic book store. When they parked outside of the store, George was just going to wait in the car as he always did with Sheldon, but instead, Georgie said, "You need to come in Dad, I want you to meet someone."
Georgie's tone told his father that this was indeed about sex. George was both excited and terrified, but he silently opened his door and joined his son as they walked into the store. The store was empty, and at first, it looked like no one was even minding the store. George noted that his son flipped the open sign to closed and latched the door lock behind them. This also made George uneasy. Just then, the proprietor of the store emerged from the back room and smiled with recognition upon seeing Georgie. "Hey Glen, how's it going?" Georgie said as he embraced the man with a bear hug. Glen had long hair and a bushy beard. He was probably George's age.
As they hugged, Glen let his hand linger on Georgie's lower back in a way that reminded George of the way awkward teens danced at the proms he always had to chaperone. George wasn't the brightest bulb, but he could put two and two together. Glen then eyes George and smiled at Georgie asking, "Is this another friend of yours?" The word "friend" was said like it had italics around it. George smiled at his dad as he said, "No, this is my dad."
When Georgie said the word "dad," the blood left Glen's face and he quickly broke contact with Georgie and took a step back. Glen looked panicked at George, who involuntarily had a look of displeasure on this face. "Look...Sir....I don't know hat he told you, but...." Glen scrambled behind the counter as he spoke, hoping to put distance and physical barriers between himself and the father of the boy he had been secretly fucking.
"Whoa, whoa, relax Glen." George said calmly, making motions with his hands that said, "relax." "I thought the three of us could go to the backroom and have some fun," Georgie said softly with a smile. Glen and George both looked dumbfounded by this. George because to this point, no one had known what he and his son had been doing. He had watched countless cocks go up his boy's mouth and hole, but none of them knew he was watching. Glen was taken aback to discover that apparently, Georgie was doing with his old man that which they had done on the cot in the stock room. Neither man spoke at first, so after a pause, Glen finally spoke. "But....he's your dad....."
Georgie smiled and spoke to Glen, but looked back at his father as he said, "yeah, and the way I see it, he can kick your ass....or he can fuck mine."
George and Glen looked at each other, not talking, but taking in what had just been said and what it meant. They may have just looked at each other the rest of the night if Georgie hadn't straightened up and walked behind the counter and disappeared into the stock room. Glen, either accepting what was about to happen or perhaps afraid of being alone with George, quickly followed him. George, helpless to his urges, followed along as well.
In the 30 or 40 seconds between the time that Georgie had walked into back room and the time that George walked in Georgie had stripped off his shoes and shirt and was unbuckling his belt. Glen still seemed afraid of George, and George didn't know what to think or do. Except that he felt the overwhelming urge to go with the flow. After getting nearly daily head or ass from his boy, he now felt like it had been an eternity since he had last cum in his son. And he now felt powerless to resist.
As Georgie pulled down his pants and underwear, he bent at the waist and exposed his firm ass to both men. They were both still uncomfortable at the other's presence. But they were also both clearly attracted to the boy and what he was offering. Georgie purposely lingered with his ass in the air as he pulled his jeans and undies down over his ankles and cast them aside. Georgie was now naked and sat leisurely with his legs spread wide on the grimy cot in corner of the room. Georgie smiled as he patted the bed on either side, inviting the two men to sit next to him. "Come on....it's just us guys...." Georgie said with a smile. As he said this, his thick erect cock twitched, a movement that wasn't lost on Glen or George. Glen stepped forward as it he was going to sit, only to have Georgie wag his finger and say, "hey..no clothes allowed." Glen looked at George to see how he would react to this, but even as he did, he was pawing at his own belt. He paused another moment, only to have Georgie nod impatiently. Glen looked forward, deliberately averting his gaze away from George as he slowly undressed. Georgie gave his father a look that instantly made him begin to undress himself.
Soon both middle aged men stood naked in the dark store room. They had similar builds. Both out of shape, forties, with beer bellies. Glen's beer belly was maybe a little smaller than George's. Glen's cock was surprisingly still soft and surprisingly long. George was already erect. The two men sat on either side of the young, smooth, toned Georgie. "That's more like it," Georgie said as he took a cock in each hand. Georgie slowly stroked his father's cock as he had so many times before. In his other hand, Georgie was gently kneading and tugging Glen's cock as it quickly hardened in his hand. After mere moments, Glen was also fully erect, his thick eight inches sitting straight up as Glen leaned back on his hands.
"That's more like it," Georgie cooed as he slipped off the cot and onto his knees in front of Glen and quickly slid his mouth down Glen's thickness. Without missing a beat, he once again took his father's cock in his hand and gently masturbated him as he sucked Glen. George found himself staring at Glen as his son's mouth moved up and down the strangers shaft. Glen, now helpless to the sensation on his prick, looked back at Georgie's father and smiled. It may be weird, but both men decided in that moment that there was no turning back now.
After several minutes, Georgie pulled his head off of Glen's cock and shifted enough to blow his father instead. With his opposing hand, he took Glen's cock, still wet with his spit, into his hand. After sucking his father for another minute or two, Georgie pulled his face off the cock long enough to spit out, "put it in Glen...put it in." Glen once again looked to George, but this time his eyes were looking for permission. George recognized this gesture instantly and immediately and maybe involuntarily nodded his head in the affirmative. Glen stood and positioned himself behind Georgie. George couldn't see the contact, but he knew the exact moment when Glen's thick cock head penetrated his son, as George grunted softly around the cock in his mouth. This grunt was almost enough to make him cum down his son's throat right then, but he somehow managed not to despite the intense feel of his son's mouth on his cock.
Glen had a big dick, but even George, whose same sex experience was limited to his own son, knew that Glen didn't have a lot of skill. George had watched multiple guys guy his boy from the closet of his office, and they all had more prowess than Glen. Glen was clumsy, quickly shoving his dick up the boy's tight hole. Likewise, Georgie made grunting noises around the cock in his mouth each time that Glen thrust toward him. George could only assume that it was painful or at least uncomfortable, but George made no attempt to stop or even slow. In fact, George was shocked when his son once again pulled his mouth off of his dick long enough to spit, "harder!" before resuming the blow job. Glen fucked faster for a few stroked before he started shouting. Glen actually screamed as he quickly pulled his dick out. It was already spurting cum as he pulled it out, splashing on Georgie's back and Glen panted and spat.
This, combined with the simultaneous increase in the speed that Georgie was moving up and down his shaft sent George over the edge. George didn't scream, but grunted softly as he busted his nut down his son's throat. As he had so many times before, Georgie greedily sucked the last remaining remnants of his father's cum, causing George to squirm at the intense sensation. Once Georgie had sucked the last of the cum from the cock that had made him, he quickly turned around and licked the last of the cum from Glen's now softening cock. Once he was satisfied that he had all the cum that was available, Georgie collapsed onto the cot and lay flat on his back as he took his own cock in both hands and furiously stroked his cock. George and Glen both watched as within a minute, Georgie's cock exploded, shooting cum onto his chest and belly. One shot even reached Georgie's own chin. Georgie laughed as he eagerly licked the cum from his own chin. After a moment of recovery, Georgie laughed as he caught his breath before snatching up Glen's discarded t-shirt and wiping the cum from his chest and back. When Georgie stood and began redressing, George noticed the cum stain on the cot from where Georgie had lay back. George also quickly dressed, suddenly in a hurry to get out of this shop. George was dressed and ready to go as Georgie was still lacing up his sneakers. George led the way out of the backroom and as he headed for the door, he heard his son speaking to Glen behind him, "We'll be back next week."