Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction although based on non-fictional events. It contains sexual acts involving males of high school age as well as older males, not to mention family members. There are scenes of involuntary humiliation and punishment, some of them graphic. If this subject matter is offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading it, please exit now. Now kid! You have been warned. This story is the property of the author under U.S. copyright laws, and may not be used elsewhere without written consent. Otherwise enjoy it to your hard's content. Emails expressing interest or wishing further information can be sent to: mtnuda@hotmail.com.
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(NOTE: This story involves a "prequel" regarding the O'Toole family – and friends – mentioned way way back in Chapter Ninety-Seven. Several readers expressed a burning desire (read: lust) to hear more about the character of Pat O'Toole. Although these stories are stand-alone, the reader is strongly advised to begin at the beginning all the way back in Chapter One. By reading Chapter Ninety-Seven alone (or for that matter Chapter Ninety-Eight for Coach Don Farbersten), the reader will have a better idea who the characters are and how they came to be in that crowded room with Pat being forced to explain to his roommates all the ordeals he had to endure to bring him to that crossroads in the Great White North. That being said, we continue with the story from the O'Tooles this time Pat's brother Sean – and the whole merry crew!
Chapter 139
Saturday Sean's birthday
"I don't know why I can't open my presents now" Sean O'Toole now seventeen by ten hours, strongly protested. He looked around his room, the morning sun spilling in his basement window. He expected some kind of answer from Pat sitting on the bench, on Sean's bench, but his older brother only yawned, rubbing sleep from his eyes "dad said – "
"Dad never said anything about presents" and there was their dad, Mike senior coming down the stairs looking like he was dressed to leave "right?"
"But you said" Sean tried.
"Dad, didn't you tell Sean we gotta wait for mom and" Pat rolled his eyes "that sister of yours?"
"She's your sister too, bud" their dad chuckled.
"So where is she then? Is she here now? Can we – "
"No they both left."
"This just totally blows!" Sean pouted. But deep down he was rubbing his hands together and all but hyperventilating with... no he did not want to actually think about it lest he jinx himself. But just planning it was almost more exciting than going through with it! If he just had the balls.
"How long she gone for?" Pat tried and failed to look a bit suspicious. After everything that had happened, not to mention he was still sleep-deprived from what had happened with Mack and his brother, Pat had good reason to keep his "alert" settings on. Something was weird here, something was odd with the way his dad and Sean were circling around each other, he could almost smell it. All week the talk in the house had been about taking Sean out for his birthday lunch, his big seventeen! And now half the house was suddenly missing in action? Pat could almost see grinning faces at the basement window mouthing: surprise!
"Don't worry we're still doing lunch. It's just going to be more of a late-lunch dinner now" Mike looked at Sean "to make up for the wait, we agree to go to – "
"Seriously? Really? Thunder Bay?"
"Yeah if you're good maybe."
"Well then I guess it's Taco Ball" Pat punched his kid brother "cause he sure ain't been – "
"Okay okay you two" and their dad took two steps back up the stairs to the kitchen.
"Dad?" Sean shot a fast look at Pat.
"Yeah?" Mike hesitated and half-turned.
"Remember... um... er" Sean knew their dad could really not refuse him, not without a really REALLY good excuse, not with everything that had been happening, and definitely not with Pat sitting there watching this unravel. But this was it! This was the make-or-break moment and Sean dared to try it "um y'know like we always used to like remember when we used to have the... um y'know the birthday boy... in the old days..." Sean was keeping his best poker face.
"What Sean?"
"Remember the birthday boy y'know like when he um he always used to remember like play like..."
"What the kid's trying to spit out" Pat shook his head, rubbing his face "the birthday boy got to – "
"Oh you mean he got to pick somebody to be at his like `little servant' for the day" Mike chuckled.
"Yeah remember we used to do that?" Sean was enjoying the fact his dad was not playing ignorant. Pat noticed it as well but without the same enjoyment.
"That was until Jen's birthday and – "
"She ran Mike ragged so bad, like she had him totally whipped he had to do to her every little whim Mom had to call it quits" Mike took the two steps back down to the basement "yeah that was one long bad day for Mike..." he looked at Sean "so what are you hinting at, bud?" like Mike did not know "huh?"
"Well since it IS my birthday and..." a quick sly look to gauge Pat's reaction "do I get to play the birthday-boy card or not?"
"Hmmm..." Mike looked back and forth between the two "you know it can't be for the whole day. Only until your mom and Jen get back but..."
"Okay what is it now I gotta do?" Pat shook his head "gee thanks dad! Okay so now I'm the `birthday boy's slave' and..."
"No not you" Sean shrugged, but if he didn't spit it out he would just explode "dad!"
"Huh? What? ME???" Mike felt his feet sinking fast into something worse than quicksand. He was hoping Sean had forgotten all about that damn "birthday boy servant" thing long ago. He was still very little when their sister had used that excuse to put their brother Mike through the ringer; actually Sean had heard about more than witnessed most of her nasty pranks. But apparently either Pat – surely not Mike – had filled Sean in on all the gory details. So why Sean decided to resurrect this all but dead tradition was beyond Mike's comprehension. But he could not imagine Sean had any plans for him more than running errands or doing his homework or such. Or at worse his laundry! Not like Mike was eager to clean up all the nasty evidence from what happened in this very room not twelve hours earlier "you want me to be your birthday..." what did they call it? Birthday Boy? Birthday Butler?
"Yup Birthday Slave, you. Well you agree?"
"Well we haven't done this in the family in years."
"All the more reason dad. So you agree?"
"Well..." Mike looked at Pat "okay Pat, this something you put him up to? You're behind this, Patrick? You two been cooking up some evil plans..." but Pat only shrugged and raised his hands the picture of innocence "you put him up to making me cleaning up this pigsty for him? Just remember I got a lot to do today" nodding towards birthday-boy "and your mom and sister won't be gone forever and – "
"Okay until three" checking the clock on his computer showing ten twenty.
"Noon" Mike countered.
"Two" Sean came right back "birthday boy sez two!"
"Okay birthday boy" Mike raised his hands in surrender "you win. Two it is!"
"Wow!"
"Seeing as I already lost two hours" Sean could not hide his smirk "we gotta get started now then – "
"Wait I still gotta kitchen to clean" Mike stalled "and um... some presents need wrapping..."
"I'll take care of the kitchen" and Pat was up the stairs. Mike saw his evasive maneuver blocked. Was Pat really in cahoots with Sean now?
"Okay then" Sean waited until Pat was out of earshot "first Birthday Boy has some um... questions for you."
"Oh like truth-or-dare?" Mike felt the sweat forming under his neckband.
"Um dad like... what I haveta know if... y'know... like I am like completely grounded about – about last night, huh?"
"Why what about last night?" Mike looked at his youngest son "look Sean... um that was well something neither one of us are going to go around blabbing about, right? And that was something no dad and no son should ever... well c'mon Sean we both did stuff we are probably having serious second thoughts about, right? But we are both clear why anything even remotely like what happened can never be repeated and – "
"You regretting what happened? You are aren't ya? You are still pissed at me about... y'know... the guys the three of us when we – "
"Nobody likes to be gang-raped, okay Sean?" lowering his voice looking up the stairs "you didn't tell Pat – "
"Hell no!" Sean's face got hard "like he just got home an hour ago, like I would actually go run and tell him how we – I mean I do stuff like that! Like he'd want a faggot brother – "
"Hey! Don't ever say things like that okay Sean! You got carried away – we got carried away okay?"
"Just so you don't think I'm this disgusting little – "
"Just so you don't think your dad is this big disgusting – "
"I don't okay" Sean bit his lip thinking, now or never "until three huh?"
"Nice try" Mike had to rethink how much time Sean had been spending with that Tim friend of his. Tim "the Flint" was definitely turning his youngest into a devious little terror, a serious corrupting influence in his own disarming way. He watched with growning concern when his son turned the computer back on and while it was booting up Sean pulled his camera from the dresser drawer "Sean... NO please..."
"Yeah dad?" checking the settings and making sure there was more than enough memory for what he was daring to pull off. He gave his dad an innocent look "what?"
"Sean please put that away okay?" Mike folded his arms, parental and immoveable "we sure as – well we don't need to be..."
"Be what?" and if Sean didn't point it at his dad and they both heard the loud clack of the shutter.
"Seriously Sean, we never talked – I mean I never agreed to..."
"C'mon dad" and again there was the snap of the shutter "can you imagine if last night...?"
"Damn Sean" Mike shook his head "okay don't get all bent about the swearing but c'mon fercrissakes!" holding up his hands to fend off the flash again "that's not even funny to kid about! You have any idea what would happen if anybody found out about that?"
"Found out about what?" and if Pat didn't materialize on the stairs. At least his legs hesitating five steps from the bottom.
"How long you been there?" Mike roared at him.
"Geez dad" but Pat continued down the stairs until he could see what the two of them were doing "so... found out about what?"
"Nothing" Mike looked at the two, scrutinizing them for the slightest hint of a conspiracy between them "I think this was a bad idea Sean" and made for the stairs.
"Dad you promised!" Sean looked to Pat for help.
"C'mon dad!" Pat joined in "it's not like..." and he dropped the bomb "not like Sunday for cryin out loud..."
"What Sunday?" Sean grabbed onto that word like it was his lifeline.
"Or that warehouse?"
"PAT!" Mike screamed.
"What warehouse?" was not loud enough to be heard above the growing noise. Now Sean knew he better exploit this angle if he wanted to pull off the impossible.
"C'mon dad" Pat stopped his dad in his tracks "the kid just wants to play amateur photographer."
"Both of you, enough!"
"Like a school project" underlining the incriminating word "c'mon dad" then it was Sean's turn,
"How come you give me a camera if you don't want me using it!"
"I expect you to use it for..." Mike felt the trap closing around him.
"For what, exactly?"
"Y'know what I mean."
"Not really dad" Sean had the whole day to squeeze his dad tighter and tighter "explain it to me."
"Not for..." Mike did not want to be outwitted by his own sons "not for things like..." his turn to drop a bomb "like yesterday for one" praying Sean did not want Pat getting wind of what they had done. Because Sean just told him he was panicking Pat would find out about how far Sean had gone down the road of forbidden acts.
"What were you guys doing yesterday dad didn't want pics of..." Pat looked at his dad "oh..." which said it all.
"What does `oh' mean Pat?"
"Just tell me it wasn't like that warehouse okay?"
"Damnit Pat" Mike knew swearing was his least offense now "it was just Sean and his friend – "
"Tim remember?" Sean offered.
"We were just y'know... okay?" giving the weight bench the slightest of nods.
"So that's what I just want like pics of okay?" Sean could play this game just as well "pics of you like working out, okay?"
Mike looked at his son Pat, hoping and praying that Sean never had the chance to tell him that his unscrupulous – make that obscene – activities were beginning to include Sean as well, something Mike expected Pat to be much disgusted with. All his attempts to keep his sons from discovering things about each other, his overly-strict parental taboos might have kept Sean clear of what he now knew were Pat's natural tendencies. Because if Pat had corrupted his younger brother, then it had to be something he had learned from Mike junior in turn. And that was not something dad was ready to deal with. So Mike looked at Pat like he was the one with something to hide. Because Mike could not imagine Sean – or Mike junior by extension – to be half as reckless as Pat has proven to be.
"He is the birthday boy dad, remember?" Pat was getting the picture fast. These two were up to something a bit "risky" and they were still far from being on the same page. But if Pat knew one thing about his dad it was that he could be all bluster and stubborn stonewall at first. All argument and over-inflated posturing. But once he dropped his guard, once his dick was out and getting the upper hand, he was all but guaranteed to spiral out of control, tumbling headfirst for a hard landing in sex-land! And when his resolve deflated, when it got overruled by his cock, and some weird jeckll-hyde out-of-control thing took over then look out! Yeah jeckll-hyde but more unpredictable/predictable than that – and so much hotter!
"Damn – I mean darn it all" Mike snarled and squared his shoulders, his cornered animal hard-ass parent starting to crack at the edges "okay... but..." and Pat heard the hissing leak growing louder and louder.
"But what?"
"Ground rules for one!"
"Like what?"
"For starters" Pat and Sean both heard that magic word. The switch was flipped and their dad was going to do it – he might actually do it! Something was happening – had already happened? – between his dad and Sean, and Pat was now determined to get to the bottom of it in a big way. For one thing to get his own butt out of the eternal hotseat for a change and two, to make sure Sean was not being sucked into the same incriminating shit he was in. Or Mike for that matter, from what Mack had just told him "first of all – "
"C'mon dad..." Pat assumed everyone would say it was his fault if something went off-track now. Like Pat could afford to have Sean betray him and what Pat had exposed him to with Kruisay. Nope no way not at this delicate time, not with his head so far in the noose.
"Ground rule: nothing leaves this basement, got it?"
"Deal!" and up came the camera and before Mike's hands came up, Sean managed to capture his pissed expression. Then his troubled hesitant expression. Then his resigned flat-tire hang-dog look.
"Don't start without me!" and Pat was doubling up the stairs.
"What's the real deal with your brother?" Mike looked at Sean "Sean, you didn't tell him about last night, because if you did!"
"Hell NO!" Sean readjusted his settings "like Pat would want to hear about that nasty kinky stuff. He ain't into that sick stuff..." click! "is he?"
"Don't you guys..." Mike hated how completely cornered he was now, between Sean and his ever-present camera, and Kruisay's tightening vice-grip around Mike's neck, now standing here pouring sweat feeling himself behind the eightball yet again. A position he was growing almost accustomed to of late. To Sean, to Pat, sooner or later to his son Mike junior too, he dreaded. Remembering Mike, he remembered what he and Pat were forced to do with that coach in front of... he was so screwed if the least splinter of any of this came to light. But that damn index card and what he was expected to do with all three of his sons – even if maybe he had earned the extention. Or did he? He remembered how his wife interrupted his nasty skype show for Kruiser's jack-off pleasure "I mean... you and Pat must talk about... y'know... stuff."
"I ain't that suicidal" Sean lied. Not like he was going to tell his dad what the three of them were forced to do in this very basement. Or worse what followed next at the park.
"Well you know sooner or later he's gonna find out about..."
"About me fucking you in the?"
"Sean!" but before they argued about the language – for starters – there was Pat dragging a set of large floodlights and cords banging down the stairs.
"Wow!" Sean saw the collection "damn I forgot all about those!"
"Just make sure you put those back where you found them" Mike knew this was growing more unavoidable by the second. Not like he would do what the card said, but now that he knew Sean's story and Pat's story, there was not a lot to hide anymore. But doing this on camera? He reminded himself of what the camera had already witnessed, what evil disgusting things had already been filmed. That Sunday at the school gym just for starters! And the way everything at the warehouse...
"Damn I wish we had those yesterday!"
"You weren't taking pictures yesterday!" Mike even helped Pat set up the lights. Just to make sure they didn't burn down the house, he lied to himself. When he saw all of the lights turned on and flooding Sean's work-out bench in lurid explicit high-contrast glare he knew all of his misgivings were well-founded; this was going down.
"Sorry I missed the excitement" Pat finished the last light then made a point of standing in the dark background "well dad the stage is all yours."
"Yeah fine..." Mike looked around and then down at his dressy clothes.
"Can't be wearing those dad" Sean had no idea how his dad would react now that Pat was here as well. But he knew he had to push it. He went to the clothes pile and produced his own sweaty stained gym shorts and in the other hand...
"Wow Sean" Pat saw the jockstrap he was holding.
"Sean I thought this was supposed to just be working out only" Mike tried, not looking at Pat, knowing that evil smirk would just wither his flimsy resolve.
"Which you cannot do wearing your fancy-ass dress clothes, right dad?" Pat was getting warmed up to this fast. Even though his dad could not see his expression.
"Like you're gonna give me a choice here?" Mike took the items and went back towards Sean's bathroom.
"C'mon dad, you can change right there" indicating the bright spot by the bench.
"Doubt if Pat wants to see that" Mike was playing this charade out as long as he could. Not like he was going to admit to either of them what had already happened with both of them separately. But from what Sean indicated and he hoped, he and Pat had not exchanged notes. So they were both clueless about each other, Mike convinced himself.
"Do it dad" Pat nodded at Sean who had the camera ready "huh birthday boy?"
"Yeah do it dad!"
"Why am I already regretting this. But just so we're clear guys like I said nothing NOTHING leaves this room got it? This stays between us and this is a one-time deal we clear? One time deal!" Mike said turning his back to the camera "after today nothing like this ever happens again, swear?" With all the bright lights he realized he would not see the flash go off as Sean began to memorialize his humiliation. He thought he heard clicks once his shoes were off and his dress shirt was carefully folded over the dryer. He tugged off his t-shirt and he definitely heard the clicks that time. Damn if he didn't puff out his chest a bit and suck in his gut to make the best of a deteriorating situation. Before he heard Pat's comments on his chest and stomach he found one of Sean's red and gold team t-shirts and tugged it on but then could feel it was way too big for Sean, so whose was it? Luckily it covered his ass when he dropped first his pants and then before he stopped to realize what he was doing there went his underwear. Once those were off and he was stepping into the jock and then those too tight shorts he could hear more and more of those clicks behind him. Finally he turned to face the lights and his sons. More and more the impossibility of what was happening began to sink in. He felt the sweat dampening his pits knowing – or rather fearing – he probably was nuts enough to actually go through with this.
"Dad..." and Pat started in "those look like cum stains."
"They are" Sean hoped "last night when – "
"Sean!" Mike yelled "remember nothing happened last night worth repeating, remember? Nothing you want Pat hearing, remember?"
"Is that right?" now Pat knew they were covering for something.
"Yeah sure" Sean indicated for his dad to take his spot "how about getting a good pump going. Presses" he looked at Pat "not what you're thinking. On the bench dad."
"Hey you're the boss here" Pat could see it was a matter of time before Sean got their dad worked up and horny. But if Sean's hints about last night were true, then they already had some kind of sex party down here. If so then his dad should be totally sexed out and balls-drained today. But Pat remembered how his dad could go several times before he came to his senses. And Pat's sore ass was proof of that.
"Yeah looking good" Sean made no qualms about getting shots pointed straight up between his dad's spread legs, those blond hairs making his calves and thighs look even thicker the way the lights caught them, that big studly body flat on its back doing military presses like it was second nature. When their dad caught Sean focusing in on his crotch, his stuff covered with that jock but one ball still hanging out one leg opening, he set the bar back in its rack. Sean moved his angle slightly to zoom in on those thickening arms, hoping his dad was beginning to tire as he yelled at Pat "spot'm!"
"Who me?" Pat looked around.
"No the other..." Sean saw his dad hesitate "by the way, where is Mike?"
"He's out okay?" their dad racked the barbell and rocked forward "so it's just gonna be us – "
"Besides I ain't part of this" Pat made no motions toward their dad on the bench.
"Remember I'm the birthday boy and today I'm calling the shots!"
"He don't have to, Sean" their dad looked at both of them "remember I'm the one who – it's just the two of us and – "
"Pat go spot dad" Sean ordered again.
"C'mon Sean" Pat was going for an award "y'know I ain't into this exhibitionist stuff."
"Do it anyway. Birthday boy sez – "
"Geez Sean... well maybe just for a sec" Pat stepped into the light, hoping to hide his front from the camera, the thought of just what might happen was already working on him "not like I'm enjoying the idea. And now you so owe me, Sean boy. You ain't gonna like owing me."
"Spot dad now" which is what Pat did. As long as he kept his clothes on, Pat might fool his dad with this display of staged phony reluctance. Even if everything he and his dad had already done, like that warehouse his dad kept mentioning, made his little act seem totally illogical. That was until his dad finished, his arms and chest now pumped and filled out and Sean had them stand side by side "for comparison like" he explained.
"Just make sure nobody every sees these" Pat came around to his dad's side. Sean nodded at the red-gold t-shirt until his dad came to the conclusion Sean wanted that shirt off.
"Slow down dad!" Sean got the first pic of that t-shirt just clearing the hairy belly. He made his dad hold the pose with it half-way past his broad chest and then at shoulder level with his now shiny chest shoved forward and his face hidden and then once it was all the way off Pat expected to see smoke as the camera could barely keep up as his dad started to do some serious posing with his favorite double biceps, showing his arms and chest off to their best advantage, the bright lights making dramatic shadows and highlighting all the newly filled musculature.
"You too Pat" Sean nodded at him next "for comparison like."
"Hey I ain't the musclehead here" Pat hesitated with his sleeveless sweatshirt "the guy you want – mister musclehead – that's Mike not me" but off came the sweatshirt and then his t-shirt as well until Sean had them both stripped to the waist comparing their respective physiques. Where Pat was long and relatively lean, his broad shoulders notwithstanding, his dad was more compact and chunky. Angular and smooth versus bulky and hairy. Tall and angular versus short and powerful. The camera was all over them.
"Yeah tell me again where is Mike anyway?" Mike senior knew just asking the question was going to provoke consequences he could barely handle.
"Mike and Tommy are – oops!" Pat looked at his dad then nodded at the face behind the camera.
"I already know what they're out getting" Sean tried to look upset "somebody let slip something about playstation."
"Tommy has a big mouth" Pat tried to look upset next.
"Tommy? Big mouth?" Sean faked surprise "can't imagine" seeing their dad just about lose it. Before his little gaff caused his dad to bolt he added "they should be finishing shopping by now" Sean tossed Pat his phone "tell them to..."
"No Sean" their dad considered the idea of all three comparing notes with sudden panic. It was bad enough Sean and Pat were starting to fill in the blanks but if Mike got wind of this it would only get worse! "let them – "
"I'm textin'm" Pat entered a few quicks strokes then tossed it onto Sean's bed.
"What'd you say? What'd you – " their dad was going into shirtless panic mode.
"Just told them birthday boy here wants them to – "
"Not here!" Mike knew that was exactly what he needed. But there was no way no way on earth! he could actually truly go through with it. Not when he was thinking straight like he was now. But how long before Sean wanted this to get x-rated. How long before the clothes came off and the hardons came out.
"He's coming home right?" Sean looked as nervous as his dad.
"We'll see" when he gets here, Pat almost said. Because he knew if that Tommy was in tow there was no way anything nasty could possibly happen. No way Tommy or Mike would let either of them see each other doing anything even close to what the three brothers had been forced into last weekend. The same way he would be reluctant if it was him and Mack instead, doing shit in front of his brothers. Him and Mack naked with his brothers and dad getting into sex shit? If that was so weird and impossible then why did he feel his hot blood pumping south? Then he remembered Mack's brother's secret fantasies! He no longer could trust anyone to act sane!
"Okay time's wasting here" like Sean was in a big hurry. For what? He had the two stand stripped to the waist standing next to each, comparing arms, shoulders, chest, even their ab muscles. Then they were back to back, their chests puffed out. Finally he had them face to face, barking at them to get closer and closer, squeezing each other's arms, then touching each other's chest, then abs, then... until he had them all but rubbing their crotches together. Sean shot a nervous look at the clock on his computer and got a nasty idea.
"Pat your t-shirt."
"What about it?"
"Blindfold dad with it!"
"What?" from both of them.
"Why in hell you want to do that?" Mike looked at them or rather the camera, suspecting that r-rated things were going to start happening here and now. If he did not put his foot down. But big half-naked Mike O'Toole senior stood there with his arms folded over his round and sweaty chest as his son Pat picked that t-shirt off the floor and tied it around their dad's head, his youngest aiming that camera like a shotgun. During those three seconds Sean lept to rummage something out of his pile of junk in a desk drawer. He returned with a pair of earplugs, signaling Pat to keep quiet. He pointed at them and then at their dad's head until Pat got the picture. He tried to shove the first into Mike's ear, but Mike was having none of it!
"What the hell?" he tugged the blindfold upwards "Sean what are you pulling here? What's the big idea? Is this some weird stunt you – "
"Birthday boy thinks it'll be kinda... y'know... kinky" seeing Pat's attempt to tell him to cool it.
"You in on this?" he looked at Pat "you two scheming up some – "
"Dad I'm as much in the dark as you are" laughing at his slip "I mean..."
"What you two up to? What are you trying to pull?"
"Trust me dad, nothing bad's gonna happen" Sean lied. Mike stalled and argued but finally those earplugs were shoved home and the t-shirt retied. Mike swore at himself; all his arguing did was make his smelly blindfold tighter and more restricting. He felt someone – Pat he assumed – behind him and pulling up his arms into a biceps pose. He could not hear Sean, could not hear that damn camera clicking away. All he could hear was the growing pounding in his ears as his heartbeat started working on his brain, just imagining how this must look. He could feel more than hear Pat behind him, and he felt those hands again touching his shoulders then his arms then reaching around reaching his chest. But that point it was more rubbing than touching, now up and down his back, then guiding his poses, guiding and rubbing until those hands were blatantly rubbing his pecs, and then seriously rubbing his nipples until they were hard and standing out from his chest hair in a red unambiguous way. If Mike was not stopping him doing that, then once Pat's hands went south to the waistband of those tight stained shorts, Sean feared his little photo expose would come crashing to a halt. It was touch-and-go for longer than Sean thought sensible, especially considering what he and his dad already had done. But maybe there was something between his dad and Pat that was threatening to come churning out, and then it hit Sean fast! His dad had done shit with him and now it was becoming obvious he and Pat also had a secret past they did not want Sean finding out about either! Sean took as many pictures as he could thinking this little tug-of-war could not last much longer and was coming to an end fast. So Sean was barely ready with his camera when Pat's fingers succeeded with inching the back of those shorts down his hard cheeks, even turning their dad slightly so Sean could see that bared ass, those thick furry glutes framed by the straps of Sean's jock. He missed a few shots but then when Pat turned his dad face forward and managed to tug the shorts down past the pouch Sean's camera got it all. And then it happened! Pat got those struggling hands up to their dad's waist and away from that jock-covered crotch fast enough so Sean could see – Pat assumed for the first and only time! – their dad's cock start to fill out that tight pouch. Pat could see Sean's expression – part shock and pure lust – as Sean crouched down with the camera waist level zooming in on that thickening lengthening cock.
"Pull it to the side" Sean gasped "yeah like that."
"Like this?" Pat's hand returned to his dad's crotch, untangling the cock, straightening it and massaging it to the side and upwards, until the head was poking free of the side of the pouch. Mike tried once or twice to knock Pat's hand away but after a while he resigned to his fate, knowing Sean was taking too many pictures of this. When he forced himself to consider where some of these pics might end up – in the impossible chance he would complete the tasks on that damn card – he let go of any remaining self-control and just allowed himself to grow hard as his cock head popped free of the pouch. He felt those hands leave his body and stood there feeling very alone and very exposed, blind and obscene in front of Sean's camera. For several long minutes he stood there thinking they had abandoned him, even placing bets to see how long before he came to his senses and realized he had been pimped. And then it happened! He felt a mouth on the head of his cock as it pulled the full length free and began a long deep sucking!
"NO!" Mike tried to yank free, his hands grabbing and forcing the head away from his crotch. When he did he realized it was not Pat's closely clipped hair but instead it was Sean! "no don't!"
Sean had crouched down, suspecting Pat would not stop him. After all they had been through Sean no longer worried about his older brother's reaction. And guessing this was the least of what Pat and their dad had already done, Sean was letting Pat know he and their dad also had some history. But he knew he only had a few seconds before his dad realized the switch and would not be too happy to reveal to Pat how far Sean had already gotten things to degenerate.
"C'mon dad it's cool" Pat materialized in front of him, but realized he was still plugged and could barely hear him. As Sean directed Pat to the camera to get off a few pics before their dad pulled the blindfold back and tugged an earplug free.
"Pat you can't – I mean – Sean should – "
"Dad it's cool" Pat helped Sean off his knee "me and Sean – "
"You two been doing sexual things with each other?"
"No but" Pat interceded "we got an understanding okay?" daring Sean to contradict him "he knows I got my kinky side and I know he likes to..."
"To what?" Mike feared the whole story of the previous night would come spilling out. He stuffed his now wet shiny cock back inside his jock, but the damage was done.
"I uh I mean like... y'know seeing what guys can get into" Sean stammered "if just given the right opportunity and the right persons" seeing his dad's eyes bulge "and... AND if they know it's a one-time deal and they KNOW KNOW! nothing bad's gonna come from it. Right dad?"
"C'mon guys!" Mike was having serious qualms now, especially getting the idea those two were aware of much more than they were telling. About each other's activities as well as all the insanity going on of late "you know this could put me in prison, right?" stuffing everying back into the jock, no mean accomplishment now that his hardon was here to stay. He pulled up the shorts like that mattered.
"Dad c'mon!" Pat saw Sean's little "party" start to crumble "geez, think a minute. If they hauled you off to prison, then they'd get half this town too! You've already seen what – "
"Pat!" nodding at Sean "this is not the time..."
"You've done everything you could" Sean picked it up "to keep us – keep me from getting into trouble and... well..."
"Geez dad, like your whole thing about not even working out down here shirtless! And living with two studs like Mike and me!"
"Three studs" Sean nodded at their dad's shorts "so y'can only expect me to go a bit overboard once ..."
"Once he squeezes his head through the crack, given half a chance to..." Mike realized how all his parenting had completely backfired on him. Instead of keeping them safe and isolated, it only made them more determined to act out on their juvenile hormones. Like the more tightly he locked the safe, the crazier they would spend the money once they broke it open! And he stood there all half-naked paying the price "okay I get it I GET it, okay?"
"Okay" Sean dared not look at Pat "okay blindfold and earplugs back in. I'm just warming up this camera!"
"Warming up more than that" Mike said as the earplugs were back in and the t-shirt re-tied around his head. He knew nothing was going to stop any of them now, not until there was three cocks shooting cum everywhere. So when he felt a warm body behind him he guessed by the size and the angle it was Pat pressing into his backside. And then he felt a set of hands rubbing down his chest and again at the waistband of those tight shorts, Sean's shorts by the size of them. And the way they were stained Mike had to assume they were the same ones from last night. By the time Pat had pulled them back down to his thighs and this time that jock was pulled down as well and nestled beneath his balls, his cock growing even harder and more insistent, and was again starting to arch forward. Mike did not need to hear the rapid clicking from the camera to know Sean was capturing from every possible his cock as it rose to its full glory! Mike just stood there with his hands on his head, imagining how turned on this was getting his sons, seeing their dad naked and totally aroused. Like a prize bull on exhibit. And the way those hands were yanking and pulling his cock this way and that, exposing every inch to Sean's camera, pulling the skin forward and back, squeezing it at the base, then right behind the head, his betraying cock harder than he ever imagined. And once his cock was full out, then it was his balls tugged this way and that, yanking them down making his cock bounce up and down until it got to the point those balls were too tight and hard to get much play. And yeah, Mike thought his sons becoming totally aroused perving on his hot body, his totally rocked-out dick and balls, was getting him too hot to call a stop to any of this now.
Mike and Tommy made their way back to Mike's house once they got the message from Pat. Mike did not know what was going on and Tommy sure as hell was not going to tell him. After he had pumped the information – literally – out of Mike's dad last night, Tommy had to know for sure that this was going to happen like Mike's dad implied. Of course Tommy was surprised it was really honestly hitting the fan so fast, not expecting Mike's dad to actually concoct such an impossible sex scene for weeks if not months, not until some terrible circumstance blackmailed all of them to actually do the deed. So Tommy could only let his imagination go wild thinking a one-in-hundred chance this was already the big day! Tommy talked Mike into parking the car across the street, some bullshit about keeping the driveway free in case their mom or dad was coming or going and needed clear access to their garage. But in the back of his mind Tommy thought maybe things might be happening in that basement. Again!
So the two of them parked and headed towards the back kitchen door, passing one of the basement windows in the process. They were not blind; they could see the bright lights pouring out of the window. And when they crouched down they both let out a loud gasp at what they saw.
Because there stood Mike's dad in the floodlights, naked and so hard it made them both freeze in their tracks, too shocked to register each other's reaction. And the dark outline of Sean's back was doing something that looked like he was taking pictures with his camera. When they recovered their senses, they both took a jump backwards before anyone spotted them.
"Oh fuck!" Tommy's reaction was only slightly less obscene than Mike's.
"What the fuck is he doing?" Mike still did not dare look at his friend's face.
"Sure as hell looks like he's doing some kind of naked show-and-tell for your kid brother" Tommy tried to act cool "if you ask me."
"But why what I mean" all jumbled together.
"You did say this was the runt's birthday, right?"
"Yeah but..."
"Looks like some weird kinda birthday – "
"You trying to tell me Sean put dad up to – "
"You saw it! How do you explain it?"
"Damn... I mean no way dad would ever – "
"You saw yourself. I mean..." Tommy bit his fingernail, guessing this was it; it was actually really honest and truly going to happen. But not if Mike bolted now. He had to play this super cool, with more delicate finesse than a safe-cracker on ice-skates "so we leaving or staying?"
"Hell you fuckin KIDDING ME? Shit Brunner no way I'm I mean even if I mean no way like you hell you ain't telling me you'd even dare WANT to – "
"Okay Mike..." Tommy cut off his escape "we're friends, right?"
"Yeah, but there's friends and then there's friends..."
"So tell me one thing" Tommy tried to swell out as big as he could, his size a small bit of leverage "level with me Toole. You telling me like y'know for the sake of argument like if I wasn't here – "
"But you ARE here and..."
"And what? You tellin me a part of you might not just outa just a little bit of weird sick y'know just curiosity like maybe kinda want – "
"This ain't happening this is too fucked up" Mike stared at the pavement wanting his legs to move, almost hoping those bright lights would go out and he could convince Tommy they did not really see what they just saw.
"Or not" Tommy was close enough he could almost feel Mike's panicky indecision radiating off him "look Mike..."
"What?"
"You know we both know you'd be heading down there just to – "
"Damnit!" Mike felt so trapped. He did not want any of this getting out, what was going on, what had been going on for the last few weeks. At this point Mike was assuming it was only the wrestling team that was being forced into these compromising situations. But all that happened Saturday, with his brothers, his coach at the park, the cops, the school shit, the whole sick thing, was making it more and more obvious these twisted things were more than just a odd fluke. An odd fluke he sure as shit did not want Tommy getting wind of. Even if "the exeption" was somehow becoming "the norm" somehow. Even if you could call anyone of that shit "normal". Even if his friend had made some comments about being "kept after school" for shit he said he'd tell Mike about "soon" or such. But seeing Tommy's reaction, how he was not disgusted or calling Mike and his family every name in the book or making him and them look like total perverts to the whole team, it was telling Mike that Tommy probably had been forced into similar after school `activities". And the look on Tommy's face was like an unspoken acknowledgement that "so now you're thinking I am – my whole family – is involved in sick – "
"Sure looks like – "
"Looks like WHAT BRUNNER?"
"C'mon Mike don't you wanna know what blackmail Sean could possibly have over your dad to make him do this shit?"
"No shit! C'mon Tommy! What could Sean possibly..." Mike could think of too many things, too many secrets, that might come spilling out unless he intervened. Fast! And better if they had their dad in the crosshairs than he finds out about last Saturday!
"Somethin you don't want anybody – I mean I thought it was just me – " giving Mike a totally busted look.
"Just you what?"
"Havin t'do shit like –"
"Like what?"
"Whatever" Tommy turned the tables fast "and now you and them like – " that damned knowing nod!
"What are you saying Brunner?" like Mike dared to hear the answer. Just his luck his friend had gotten wind of some of what had happened.
"And like so what if maybe you – I mean they are? That don't make me – don't make them – "
"Damnit Brunner don't tell me you think me and my family are really involved in anything like – "
"Like what's been happening after school?"
"I'm just saying..."
"What ARE you saying?" Mike felt cornered and curious both in equal measure.
"Don't you wanna know if... IF they are like y'know being forced to... I mean of any of them are up to their eyeballs deep in this sex shit?"
"You saying you are?" because if lumpy round Tommy was doing sex shit that could only mean now everybody was... Mike felt his head splitting in two.
Tommy did not answer him. Neither did he look horrified or disgusted. After too long he finally said,
"Could be educational interesting even hot..."
"What?" Mike did not hear him right "did you say hot?"
"What I'm saying is... well some of that school shit was... well it wasn't as gross as they said it would be okay?" seeing Mike's eyes just get wider and wider "and checking this out" nodding at the bright beacon coming from those basement windows "just to see what's really going on down there well... it might be important and... hot too... y'know to check it out..." and there it hung in the air. But Mike was watching how Tommy's glances kept returning again and again to that bright window, even though they could no longer see in. Or be seen. Mike knew he had to go down there. If only to put the breaks on Sean's recklessness. But not with Tommy not with his friend in tow! His apparently not-totally straight friend? His friend who was all but admitting his involvement in those same school activities Mike had been twisting himself into knots keeping secret from him?
"Cut the shit Tommy! You telling me you would not freak out t'go down there and see what's going on you wouldn't be like totally grossed out or blabbing your mouth – "
"Do I look grossed out now?" Tommy shrugged as best he could.
"And damnit Tommy, tell me you wouldn't go shooting off your big trap about – "
"If I'm as guilty as everybody else, then I'd be hanging myself along – "
"What?" Mike had to replay that several times to make sure he heard him right "you trying to say you... you'd actually..."
"Okay Mike name your price" Tommy lowered his head.
"You shitting me?"
"If I'm so over the barrel from what you say, then you know I sure as hell won't be saying shit to nobody!"
"But you ain't – "
"Into this kinda shit?" Tommy scratched his double chin "don't that make it more... impossible more intense? More kinky? Like subjecting me to do like against my – "
"Damn okay" Mike knew this was a huge game-changer now. With him and his brothers, him and his friend, and biggest of all him and his dad! "but you do everything I say got it?"
"Aye aye captain!" he even saluted him.
"And not a word or I rip your balls off got it?"
"Deal!"
"And..." Mike lowered his hand to his crotch "to make sure you don't forget after today..."
"I do what you want" Tommy nodded "snap your fingers and it's a done deal. I can't be any clearer."
"Why are you doing this Brunner? WHY? I can't believe we're even having this argument!"
"Let's go before they think we ain't showing up" and Tommy was the first one through the backdoor and into the kitchen, Mike trying and failing to grab his sleeve. It took all of two seconds before it sunk in; Mike's too-lumpy to be anything but asexual supposed friend was suddenly more than curious to mix it up with his brothers and dad. And that could only mean one thing: the guy was saying loud and clear he was hungry for dick! So all those sneaky looks at Mike's body when he was changing, even that one time Mike let Tommy see him throw a serious bone, yeah Mike had been reading the clues right. Or wrong, it seems. And now for some reason Tommy no longer had any shame about letting Mike know where his interests lie. Wow!
"Hey Pat hey Sean" Mike yelled from the kitchen where he expected to see Tommy lose his nerve, standing and stalling waiting for Mike to call the bluff first. But Mike heard those heavy steps already on the stairs so he barreled down to Sean's room after him. Well fuck, he thought, they can't say they weren't warned!
He got to the foot of the stairs expecting everyone to be covering up and cleaning up the joint fast. What met his shocked gaze was something else entirely.
"Dad! Guys!" Mike looked around, seeing the real thing in the flesh, not a bad smeared mirage through that dusty window "what the fuck?"
"Not so loud!" Tommy groaned behind him "your dad will hear."
"Or not" Sean took the opportunity to grab a few shots of Mike's expression and then Tommy's to round out the story.
"Hey what's the big idea!" Mike held his hands over his face, covering his shock "I'm not part of – "
"You are now big brother" Pat loved getting his brother in the crosshairs "glad you got my message" but Mike was paying little attention to anyone other than his dad standing there, blindfolded with his hands still behind his head, everything on display, hard and shiny. The sight was too much for Mike's brain! All those times the two of them had been working out down here, getting more and more stripped down and burning hot against each other, Mike always wanting to know how far it would go. Remembering times when he could not swear to it but he thought his dad really was pushing his as well, to see if they two of them could actually blow their loads just...
"So here's the deal" Sean also was enjoying seeing his big brother completely flabbergasted and at a loss as to what to do. Big Mike O'Toole, first born and body beautiful was actually not in control for a change. And Sean was not one to let such a sweet opportunity pass "birthday boy sez if you're staying you're gonna play by the rules. My rules" looking at Tommy "same goes for you!"
"Deal!" Tommy did not hesitate a second. The scene between him and O'Toole senior not twenty-four hours ago was still fresh in his overheated brain and pounding chest. And what their dad said about... but would he actually do it? Could he pull off such a totally evil nasty stunt. Him and all three of his sons? In front of each other? At the same time? Would he really be depraved enough to do such a disgusting taboo thing? All Tommy could focus on was their dad saying: you need to be there, you need to be there "so where am I what I gotta do?"
"Whoa! What the hell's gotten into you Brunner! This is just not – "
"Maybe he finally figured out how much shit you been getting into and not inviting him, huh Mike?" Pat was enjoying seeing his brother sputtering and baffled, and so painted into a corner.
"So if you're staying..." Sean shouted over Mike's protests, seeing his dad getting restless, trying to hear what was going on. By now he must realize they had company and was itching to lift his blindfold and find out who was there. But it looked to Sean the thought of being on display for unknown persons was only getting him harder "you better make up your mind right now Mike!"
"Lemme think a second" Mike saw how their dad was standing there naked on display to the overheated expression on Sean's face, and with this long-buried birthday-boy control thing going right to his head. To both of his heads, plain as day. He looked again at their sweaty boned dad then at Pat who he always thought was the "dick hound" of the family, but Pat just pointed down at Mike's own pants. When he turned from Pat to their blindfolded dad and back to Tommy he realized his mistake "damn I thought you were on my side! You were gonna help me clean this shit up! But you too huh? Am I the only one – "
"Who will not admit how horny he is to see where this is going? Dude, it's your dad okay? Naked and hard and willing to do just about – "
"Not just about" Sean shot Tommy a knowing nod "he'll do anything I say, got it?"
"Huh? Why?"
"Not why, when!" Sean got a few pics of Tommy and then his crotch "and when is now! Either leave or stay but if you stay – "
"I know I know" Mike shook his head "damn it's like last Saturday but worse, huh?"
"Saturday?!?! What happened Saturday?" like Tommy would let that pass.
"Someday I'll tell you all about it" Mike gave Sean a hard look "when you're older" looking at Pat for help but Pat was all but tapping his watch "okay yeah fine... can't deny it would be kinda – damn at least I'm not the one doing it this time" glaring at Sean "you apparently heard what that bitch Jen made me" glancing at Tommy ignoring his dad "not what your filthy mind in thinking "but this! THIS! Only me thinking this is fucked up like I'm the only one not..." and the thought of something this impossible slipping by... something excluding the family golden boy well that was too difficult to Mike to imagine. The idea they all did something so beyond acceptable and Mike missed the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity just thundered and echoed around in his brain. And they would always have that hanging over him, something they got to do and Mike did not. Like it was a contest and Mike was throwing in the towel or something. He told himself he had to stay – not really DO anything actually – but he had to at least watch! Because it was so beyond anything he could imagine and lately Mike was seeing and doing things way WAY beyond his presumed barriers. And just seeing his dad finally totally balls-out naked and not just that but bone hard! And once again it was his need for excitement that made the deciding vote to stay.
"You staying" Sean more a statement than a question, hearing the minutes ticking away.
"Yeah fine" looking at Tommy "but I'm so gonna regret this. And you even more Brunner!"
"Wow" Tommy's chest pounding with anticipation "awright!"
"But big Brunner" off came Mike's coat "I mean it I'm so gonna make sure you're the one end up regretting this more than me, that's a promise!"
"Give it your best shot Toole Man!" Tommy wished Mister O'Toole could see him now, standing up to Mike and no longer afraid, not backing down anymore.
"Pat..." Sean knew it was time to crank it up in a big way.
"Yeah?" Pat saw where Sean was nodding. He knew once he pulled the blindfold and earplugs from his dad, he would go ballistic! He almost wished he could tie him down to the bench first before fists started flying. He resumed his spot behind his dad and began another slow rub up and down that hairy sweaty chest. With one hand cupping and bouncing those damp balls, causing the barely deflated cock to turn redder and redder, the foreskin no longer able to cover that shiny head, Pat used the other hand to raise the blindfold enough to remove one earplug "well here goes" and then he raised and removed the t-shirt from his dad's head "hey dad."
Mike senior rubbed the circulation back into his eyes and as he did he saw first Tommy and then there was Mike junior looking like he was braced for a thrashing. He turned to see Sean capturing his reaction,
"Yeah I thought I heard something" looking at Mike as he stuffed his cock back into his jockstrap "I was just hoping it wasn't your mom or..." deciding to push the issue, seeing who would fold first "hello Tommyboy, good to see you. Again."
"Huh? What?" Mike junior was not expecting any of this "dad!"
"Hello UC" but Tommy was watching his friend Mike "good to see you again."
"What?" Mike shot looks back and forth between them.
"Looking good as ever UC" time to push Mike over the edge "yeah me and your dad... did... stuff, okay?"
"No fuckin way!"
"Right Sean?"
"Sean, what? You were there?" Mike felt like someone suckerpunched him right in those hard picture-perfect abs "you know about this Pat?" like his worst fears had come true regardless. They had all done stuff and excluded him. Suddenly he was one lap behind and losing fast, his worst fear come to life.
"Hey!" holding his hands up "for once I wasn't in the dogpile" looking at Sean who was too spooked even to take pics "what's he talking about? Is this real or Brunner bullshit" daring his dad to say boo.
"Yeah he was here last night with me and dad and – "
"That cousin of yours is one little dennis-the-menace" Mister O'Toole almost laughed "so can I get dressed now?" already knowing the answer.
"Who?"
"That little redhead menace?" Pat could not believe what he was hearing "your friend Timmy into this sex shit too?"
"Damn kid I think he was hard the entire time" Mike senior just pushed the pedal to floor and decided this was the day; it was going to happen just like that damn card demanded of him. Even down to the detail that somehow, in some mysterious intuitive sense Sean wanted this all photographed. Seeing all three of his sons and even Tommy there was enough to convince him it was now or never "damn cock on him never went down until he..."
"Dad this is..." Mike looked around the room "am I the only one here thinks this is insane this is totally wacked?"
"Nope" his dad shrugged "but..."
"Enough jawing" Sean had slapped the memory card into his computer and replaced it with a fresh one "birthday boy ain't forgetting who's gotta..."
"Maybe I better leave all you horndogs to your party" Mike took a few steps to the door "this is all too much this is way outa my league" knowing he was lying his ass off now. But he needed to hear someone say,
"Stay Mike" Sean pointed his camera at him and cracked off a few shots. Just for practice he told himself "birthday boy sez..."
"You ain't serious are you?" Mike was still the oldest and biggest "dad tell Sean this is gone too far and..."
"I can't make you stay" his dad stood his ground "but if you leave, you'll never know just how far this really might go. Like if you stayed you maybe could've – "
"I could have stopped it?"
"Or not..."
"I already saw how far this was going" and Mike nodded at the basement window.
"Damnit Sean!" his dad jumped out of the lights "I told you last night whenever – "
"Oops!" and Sean was at the window closing the thick shade fast "sorry dad."
"You guys really trying to tell me you did sex shit down here last night?" trying to make Tommy wither with the accusation. Instead he stood there and nodded like it was nothing more than winning at video games.
"Still just jawing, you guys" now that Sean's camera was reloaded it was time to do real damage, act two was cued up and ready "okay dad..."
"Yeah?" seeing where Sean was pointing. He stepped back into the light, his arms folded across his chest.
"Pat you next" indicating the spot next to their dad.
"So what you want... c'mon..." seeing Sean crouch down. These shots were obviously going to be crotch shots.
"Okay guys" Sean's first pics were of a clothed Pat and a bare-chested Mike senior side by side "bets."
"Bets? What kind of bets?" Mike was trying to get his head to stop spinning.
"Who's really biggest, father or son?" Sean spat it out, letting everyone know he was going to ratchet it up even more.
"Sean knock it off!"
"Hard!" Sean was not about to let his big brother detour this runaway train.
"Don't know about Pat there but your dad" Tommy could not keep the smile off his face "damn I'm still feeling – "
"If you're telling me my dad fucked you I know you're bullshitting me now!"
"Well I pick your dad" Tommy even started a quick rub at his crotch, something thickening and not enjoying being bent in half.
"Well Mike?" Sean knew it was all coming tumbling out now "you've seen Pat's log hard and" ignoring the reactions around the room "fess up! How about dad? You, I mean you ever see dad hard? I mean before..." nodding at the window "you were perving at my bedroom window."
Mike felt the quicksand rising up to his knees now. There was no way he was going to admit what happened when
"Yeah he saw me boned one night" Mike senior looked at his namesake "we were working out and – "
"Dad!"
"We didn't actually do anything" looking at Pat next to him "not that – "
"Dad!"
"But when we started dropping shorts and – "
"Damn okay!" Mike had to shut him up "I've seen that thing on Pat when it's totally boned and it's maybe even bigger than you" Mike knew once those two got into it, all bets were off.
"Seeing as how I'm the only one who's seen well... yeah both of you full hard even shooting off" like Sean was daring either of them to call his bluff "I can't really vote" resuming his spot at crotch level "and since dad and Pat can't either that leaves" looking at his musclehead brother and his friend Tommy "so whichever of you two boneheads calls it right, cause I'm such a nice guy" knowing his brother Mike already owed him big time "you get one chance, one order for dad and..."
"Anyone?" Mike shot his buddy a look like: you're going down Brunner!
"Sure fine" but Sean returned his attention to the main stars "now the issue is which of these two – side by side like – finally gonna find out which one of the two is the real O'Toole stud!"
"He is" they both pointed at each other.
"Well?" Sean fired off a few pics of Mike's puzzled but red face.
"Um... sorry Mike" Tommy's ass cast the deciding vote "sorry, your dad."
"Then I'm on Pat" Mike knew it was probably going to be close either way.
"Well you heard them. Birthday boy wants you – yeah both naked – get each OTHER naked that's even hotter! Now!" just like Sean always wanted to see. Seeing his brother naked was hot, seeng him hard totally hot! But seeing his dad naked and hard was somehow even hotter. And seeing them getting all over each other, and putting on a show of it, and having Mike as well as Tommy both having to watch that, well Sean just prayed he could keep his hand steady and not blow his load in his shorts then and there!
Tommy began to realize as hot as this was, finally seeing Mike's not-too-much younger brother stripped down and getting his dad hard, having his dad get him hard, well as much as that was one of Tommy's hot fantasies, he knew it was only a warm-up. A serious intense warm-up yeah, but the real action was going to be what finally develops between Mike and UC, and sooner or later it would be those two under the spotlights doing sex shit like Tommy never even dared imagine. He was hoping UC would beat Pat in the size department – after all he was the dad and he was bigger and older! Tommy had already been thinking of things to make UC and – of course Mike! – do to each other. But would they actually do the real deal full-out butt-fucking right here in broad daylight? With the other brothers watching bug-eyed with their tongues hanging out and their cocks pointing at the ceiling? Would they so completely out themselves like that? Maybe if no one was there to witness just those two – and sure as fuck without that camera, totally! But like this, under those bright lights? No fucking way!
"Let's see it dad. Let's see the whole show you guys" Sean had the camera ready when Pat lifted his arms waiting for someone to make the next move. He closed his eyes not knowing if his dad would actually do this. Because standing naked and having Sean take pics was one thing; but the two of them actually getting into it – with witnesses no less – well that was a huge step upwards. And a huge admission to everyone. So Pat stood there with his eyes closed all but feeling the tension, the horned tension in the room like the approaching storm anticipating the first crack of thunder. He stood and waited and then it happened! He felt a wall of heat as his dad come around behind him and begin to tug his sweatshirt and t-shirt off in slow motion. As he realized this was going to happen, he opened his eyes and stared at Sean and his wicked device, then not daring to look at anywhere else kicked out of his running shoes. Pat stared down the camera as his dad reached around in front of him. Pat flinched and sucked in his gut, a reflex he could not help, which his dad took for Pat's complicity. And then it was his buckle undone and his fly open. Again his pants and boxers were yanked down to his knees and hanging onto his dad's shoulders Pat stepped out of them, standing naked in front of his dad, in front of the camera, in front of another audience. To make sure there was no ambiguity about what was going to happen his dad made Pat face forward and again his hands came around and started massaging just below his belly button, then down into his pale pubes and then lower. He ignored the sounds bouncing around the room as his dad's hand found and then began tugging at that disproportionately long cut tube. Seeing their dad blatantly pulling on Pat's cock got a groan out of Mike and Tommy both. When Pat looked over and Tommy's fly was open he knew this was spinning out of control fast.
"Get each other as hard as you can now" Sean's camera was right there at cock level. He looked at Tommy then at his brother Mike before he delivered the sucker punch "with your mouths!"
"What! No way! You kidding?" came from all directions at once. But when Sean again played the birthday-boy card everyone knew they had already agreed. Pat's dad was the first to drop to his knees, those tight shorts still around his ankles and that jock more of a bother than anything. In a way his mouth disguised that fact that Pat's cock was well on its way to full boned state, and his dad took his time licking and sucking long after Pat's much too red cock was at full mast. When Pat felt himself – as impossible as he imagined after the night before, the week before, everything! – growing hard and even a startling orgasm in his future he pushed his dad's mouth away and tugged him to a standing position and then he was on his knees yanking down those shorts and jock, his mouth also covering the fact his dad had been rock hard the whole time he was sucking on his son's length. Pat was sucking on it maybe all of a minute before his dad pulled him off and then there were the two standing side by side, facing the music. Both knowing each other's secret; doing this in front of people was the hottest part!
"Measure them!"
"With what?" Tommy always the practical one.
"Mike, in the top drawer" Sean was not about to stop taking pics, now that he finally had the two O'Toole studs naked and hard. Besides getting the pictures of Mike tugging and pulling at their two cocks with the measuring tape was another notch towards shooting off in his shorts.
"What is it?" Tommy's fly was open and his hand busy inside his pants.
"Damn this can't be real!"
"Well?" but Sean could see what Mike was doing.
"Pat's dick is what eight inches!"
"Exactly how long?" forcing Mike to grab his brother's cock again.
"Eight and..." tugging and making sure the tape was taut "no eight, eight and two no three eighths long!"
"Over eight easily, now your dad!" Tommy's ass was still stinging from that rod.
"Damn... seven and" if Mike senior didn't give his cock a flex or two with Mike junior's hand pulling and tugging "no eight wow! Eight and and half! No wait!" a hard flex making the veins pop and the head swell "no five- no six-eighths!"
"Over eight, eight and damn three-quarters wow!"
"Diameter now" Sean zooming in. Again Mike's almost shaking hand grabbed his brother's cock.
"Five and a half... no five and five eighths" measuring at the thickest part right behind the head.
"Okay now dad!" and Mike did not need to measure it to see it was so much fatter.
"Damn..." the tape went around the shaft just behind the head. Even with the skin tugged forward Mike whistled "six... six and three quarters... no..." moving the tape further down towards the base "seven wow!" moving towards the head "damn over seven, like seven and two, three eighths!"
"Okay Mike I think you got the info you needed" Mike senior could feel that hand still tight around his cock, slowly milking and stroking him "you better stop unless you want me shooting off all over you" which got the hand to slow but not release itself from the cock that made him. Once his hand and that cock connected something short circuited in Mike's brain. He wanted to drop to his knees and just lose it! And something about his friend Tommy right there watching only made it more mind-wrenching and impossible.
"Man did I ever win that one!" Tommy had to pull his hand away he was that close "okay Sean..."
"What?" Sean knew what that big bubba could do once he got cranked up. And boy that white tent sticking out of his fly could only mean this would be good!
"I call the next... um... shot" evil chuckle curling his face "right?"
"Nothing like last night, we clear on that?" Mike senior was not ready to let Tommy put him through that ringer again.
"What happened last night?" Mike was all but spitting "huh Brunner?"
"I fucked your dad" Tommy blurted out "ain't that right UC?"
"Brunner that's so fucked up it ain't even funny!"
"So that's why you sent me and Timmy upstairs!" Sean blurted out "so you two could – "
"You were there?" Mike felt so betrayed. By his friend by his brothers, not to mention his dad "dad, he's bullshitting right?" but Mike senior just shrugged, feeling his cock finally start to lose some of its starch.
"Brunner I swear you are so gonna pay for that! That was disgusting just suggesting that even for you!"
"Buttfucking is disgusting?" Sean saw everything start to spin out of control "huh Mike?"
"Yeah, it's totally disgusting!"
"Even when you were sitting on – "
"Shut up Sean!" and it would have degenerated into arguing and accusations until their dad let out with a loud whistle,
"Guys!" and that got them to quiet down "okay, now before we piss away the day" getting the expected reaction to his language in front of the guys "Tommy I believe Sean gave you a – "
"Yeah he did" Tommy nailed Mike in his gaze "I get the idea this is about Sean finally making your dad do anything and everything, right?" seeing Sean nod "so UC we all got to see your love muscle pumped up and ready. Now maybe it's kinda y'know lamer but... nothing is as hot like seeing all the rest of a dude's muscles pumped up too!"
"That's it?" Mike senior knew there would be more.
"This time Sean finally got to compare the two biggest dicks in the house. So Pat you can sit this one out... and yeah speaking of muscles" his eyes did a slow burn around the room, enjoying his best bud already squirming "let's see who really is stronger now. Yeah Mike I'm talking to you!"
"I am" Mike flexed "dad's... sorry dad but you're like... y'know old!" like he would admit Tommy was getting the better of him. Mike knew Tommy would not dare suggest anything more than him and his dad doing muscles poses. Maybe R or even PG-rated but if he suggested anything else Tommy would be so regretting it for months.
"Old?!?" Mike senior puffed up "I'll show you old!"
"You two hafta do... yeah curls!" Tommy rubbed his hands "cause presses... bad angle huh Sean?" catching Mike's visible relief out of the corner of his eye.
"What?" Sean could not see where he was going with this one. All he knew was his plans for Pat and his dad were fading fast. Suddenly he regretted giving Tommy his chance. But the look on Pat's face was almost as much disappointment as relief.
"You two muscleheads each do ten curls, take turns like until..." Tommy loved this.
"Until what, Brunner?" Mike smelled a rat. Don't you fuckin dare, Brunner! He shot his meanest look at his bud, almost daring him to step over the line.
"Until first dude shoots his load" enjoying Sean's eyes bugging out no end. But now Tommy Brunner was finally going to see Mike naked, full out totally naked. In his mind this was pay-back for that night Mike stayed over at Tommy's place, horny and briefs-clad, all but shaking it in Tommy's face like he was just waiting for Tommy to make a grab so he could laugh him out of his own room! If there was a point where Tommy had to admit to himself that he could live with himself if his mouth and that cock ended up occupying the same coordinates somehow, that was the night. As much as he got off getting his cousin off – and being used by the horny kid as a combination punching bag and cum bucket – Tommy thought it was time to "broaden his experience" beyond his cousin. So when he found himself in this basement he was not prepared in the least for how things got so out of control so fast. In his calculations he never expected to actually get naked and reveal his "little bastard" as he called his dick. And when he shot off prematurely he realized he was not really cut out for any of this. Luckily Mike's dad stepped in and pulled him out of his disastrous downhill spiral. Tommy resolved never to show his face down here again – that was until Mike's dad hinted that something was going down involving him and his sons – all of his sons! And now that he was here Tommy knew it was a matter of moments before somebody – apparently Mike by elimination – put his foot down and said enough!
"You heard the man" Mike senior looked at his son "strip down son!"
"Dad!" meaning: Brunner, you're dead!
"C'mon Mike, I'd be a really dense dad not to know all this posing – yeah Mike naked posing – is like a big fantasy with you okay?" his dad continued to spill it, seeing Mike's demons yanked screaming into the light of day "working out down here, losing the clothes, getting sweaty getting... hard..."
"Dad!" looking around at their audience, giving Tommy the finger "that was supposed to be..."
"Here" he came around behind his son "break the ice like..." and before Mike could react, his dad was behind him yanking off his sweatshirt. Except this time it was not slow and easy; it was rough and fast. Dad meant business.
"No stop!" Mike looked at Tommy like this was all his doing "I'd do it but" and then Mike O'Toole junior stood there shirtless and muscle-bound. Seeing how Sean was eating it up he flexed almost as a joke and posed for the camera, knowing this was Sean's big turn-on, seeing his older brother in all his muscled glory. But then seeing the open lust on his friend Tommy's face told Mike this was no joke; Tommy was almost shaking he was so into it, actually hyperventilating over that hard-earned thick chest and arms. Mike was getting almost light-headed with the vibes coming from the room, almost making him forget he had to get naked next. But not until he made them equally light-headed, panting and gasping over his perfect body. Of all people it was his dad who stopped him with a slap to his shoulder, and pointed to his jeans. With something resembling annoyed frustration Mike turned his back on the group and dropped his jeans and shorts mooning them. He expected whoops of laughter but instead there was a collective whoosh of air like Mike made the ultimate gaff. He dared not turn around but instead kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his clothes. Rather than turn and face the music Mike continued to stall by flexing his back muscles, doing his dramatic lat spread, each click of Sean's camera like a drug. He would have continued if his dad had not picked up the loaded barbell and handed it to Mike. He took them from his dad's hands noting how little weight his dad had loaded, maybe twenty-five tops. But it was not his biceps and pecs there were going to.. and against his better judgment let those strong hands force him to turn around.
Pat had seen his brother Mike in all his naked glory only recently, but man was this something he could never tire of looking at. The only part about that other Saturday was that he and his brother never had a chance to exhaust all of Pat's lust for his big brother, just the two of them off somewhere hot doing everything Pat always fantasized about. Because in some weird way Mike was always the ultimate "forbidden fruit", in part because he was and always would be his big brother. And in part because Pat always saw him as too straight and too big to ever consent to half of what puny weaking Pat desired. But there he stood, not lost in the shuffle like last Saturday but finally center stage, naked and lit like the muscle god he was. And then Mike closed his eyes, no longer able to deal with the looks coming from his audience behind those blinding high-beams, just concentrating on feeling the blood rush into his 16-plus baseball biceps, every muscle ripped and filling, his perfect abs and full pecs, up and down he curled the barbell – form form! think about form! – ignoring everything except how his muscles responded. Just like his dad taught him to – and then he heard more than saw his dad get on his knees in front of him. Mike barely squinted his eyes against the lights before he felt his dad lean forward and then his dad's face was zooming in on Mike's crotch. Mike lowered the barbells to prevent it from happening but when he heard the barks from Sean and Tommy he re-raised the bar and in that moment his dad's mouth found his perfect – if not gargantuan – cock and it was not just his arms and chest that began to fill out.
Mike senior crouched down and began to suck on his son's cock, no longer that concerned about how this would look. Of course he would have imagined just the two of them instead, like those times they worked out together, but got cold feet as their clothes came off and they both could see how exciting such a show was for both of them. But Mike knew if there was one thing they all shared it was when they all got cranked up, their cocks took over and all their long-held inhibitions, yeah there they go flying out the window!
He knelt there sucking on his namesake's cock, his youngest taking way too many pictures of it, probably capturing how good a job he was doing for a married guy with kids. And how fast his son's cock was responding for a straight high school jock, considering it was his own dad that was doing the disgusting deed. When it was getting to the point that Mike was spending more effort thrusting his cock into that hot mouth than curling that heavier and heavier barbell, Mike senior suspected he was going to get to taste the first – and probably last – load from his son's balls. He was speading up and even tightening his grip on Mike's balls when he heard the impossible,
"No stop! This is fucked up! STOP!"