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 140
Saturday
Sean's birthday continued
Big Mike O'Toole senior was on his knees naked and totally rodded. To make matters worse his mouth was full of his oldest son's cock. And to drive the point home, his youngest was also present and not just watching but not a foot away taking pictures of the whole thing, probably capturing how good a job Mike was doing for their married father. And how fast his son's cock was responding for a straight high school jock, considering it was his own dad who 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 progressively heavier barbell, Mike senior suspected he was going to taste the first – and probably only – 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!" but of all the people to object it was the middle brother, Pat! He was about to yank his dad's mouth away before Sean yelled next.
"Pat! What the hell? What's your problem?"
"Problem? Are you blind?" Pat did succeed in yanking his dad's shoulders away from Mike's crotch. And there stood Mike, naked with his cock sticking straight out, hard and shiny from his dad's spit. Sean got in a few quick shots before he tried to stop his bigger brother.
"C'mon Pat, no one's forcing – "
"Dad c'mon! Why are you DOING THIS?" Pat struggled with his dad as well while Mike set down the barbell and looked around for something to cover himself with. He settled for a t-shirt from his friend and major audience Tommy, who was ALSO present and witnessing this completely crazy act. Like Mike was about to get all squeamish at this point, but tugged it on, seeing it almost sagging down to his crotch, almost covering his bone. In the shadows he could see Tommy sitting there shirtless now, his hand in his crotch. Damn, if he wants to beat his meat to my bod that's almost do-able by me, Mike thought. But his main focus was the fight between Pat and his dad "dad geez! Y'know this is fucked up, why what is this all about?"
"Since when are you the one objecting?" Mike senior stood his ground. Watching the two naked guys struggling, their dicks flopping and flying around, their bodies plastered with sweat was too good an opportunity for Sean to ignore. Especially if all of this impossible scenario was going to crash in the next few seconds "after your over-the-top exhibition at the warehouse and – "
"Dad!" looking around the room "the guys!"
"You want them to hear about what you did with the Guzmans and – "
"Dad c'mon!"
"Guzmans?" Sean picked up on that fast "like the Guzmans down the street?"
"Yeah me and Pat – "
"No way!" Mike junior tugged down the front of that t-shirt, trying to force some propriety back into his crotch. And failing "you mean that Pico – "
"Paco" Pat blurted out.
"Yeah him. Shit you ain't saying you really did...?"
"Use your imagination" their dad interrupted "so Pat just where is this new squeamish attitude coming – "
"I don't know this is all just – "
"Why dad?" Mike cut to the chase "seriously why ARE you doing this? This is just not you and – "
"To save your ass okay?" Pat wheeled on him, his face red from anger not lust for a change "cause you're making us all – "
"Me?" Mike looked at both of them "making YOU? What's this – "
"Kruisay showing up here and fucking with us?" Pat started rattling off everything "then all three of us at the park taking turns – "
"Pat shut up!" Sean cut in "dad don't need to know – "
"Yeah Mike! You!" Pat glared at him, jabbing him between those full perfect pecs "y'wanna know what they made dad and me do in the school gym? Huh?"
"Pat! Mike doesn't need to – " their dad nodded at Tommy "that's family business okay?"
"Damn don't tell me they make you two do a fuck film too?" Tommy was big and dumpy but nobody's fool. Their faces answered his question fast.
"Shit" Mike looked at his dad then Pat "they really make you two – "
"If we didn't" Pat felt all his pent-up anger and frustration just flood out "yeah if we didn't they threatened to make you the punching bag for the whole team, get the picture, mister body beautiful?"
"Dad?"
"That's part of it" he looked at his sons. Even Sean was too shocked to capture the moment on camera "mainly Kruisay came over last Saturday to talk scholarships for you" looking at Mike "actually all of you" nailing Sean in his gaze "I drew the line with you of course."
"Dad geez."
"Cause I suspected it meant he was going to – "
"He almost did" Sean looked at Pat "that Saturday."
"That cock on him would have ripped you open" their dad admitted "I would know."
"Is this really all true? Pat?" Mike did not register what his dad just admitted but stared at him like now he was some kind of total stranger, hovering there just to fuck with his head! Like everything Mike thought he knew about his dad was totally wrong all of a sudden..
"You don't know the half of it! Just be grateful and you really REALLY owe us big time Mike!"
"Okay well..." Mike senior looked around the room "we've all said too much in front of..." looking at Tommy.
"I ain't saying shit to nobody about nothing!" Tommy looked at Mike "you know I keep my mouth shut when I need to!"
"Yeah he does" Mike nodded "I know I gotta trust him cause he knows what's gonna happen – "
"Well Sean we finished here?" Mike senior knew all of this was hanging in the balance now. Even though he had everyone assembled – that alone impossible and never to be repeated – but Kruisay did give him an extention he reminded himself "you now you got enough – "
"C'mon squirt kill the camera already, you've done enough" Pat looked at him, already stepping back into his shorts "this birthday boy thing has gone – "
"Nope!" Sean picked up his camera again "dad gave me until three – "
"Two!"
"Whichever" Sean nodded back at the center stage "besides Tommy would be disappointed if you two didn't – "
"Hey it was just a joke okay?" Tommy raised his hands, seeing Mike staring daggers at him, both of them knowing it was no joke "I never actually – "
"Too late" Sean pointed at Mike "help dad now."
"C'mon squirt" Pat again played the odd man out. It was that Saturday with Kruisay all over again. And again it was Pat trying to well not put the breaks on as much as steering it down a less steep course – and failing miserably. But that time it had been Kruisay with his manipulative agenda, and now instead it was his dad! And before it was the excuse of doing it to keep Mike out of harms way but now there was nothing hanging over their heads, nobody holding a gun to them! Pat had to try "Sean, this is dad! You know this is not like – "
"He's still the birthday boy" their dad cut him off, rubbing circulation into his defeated face "and for three more hours – "
"Four!"
"Three! Three more hours, like I wasn't thinking straight when I told him he was calling the shots. And I don't go back on my word boys! But!" letting out a loud whistle cutting Pat off before he could object "but but BUT if this continues – I mean when it continues, we all have to agree this does not leave this room! Tommy I'm talking to you now!"
"Agreed UC!"
"Guys? We keep our word!" looking around the room. Like Mike senior did not expect them to start bragging around town about how they all got into sex shit with each other. Slowly one by one they nodded. Mike saw more and more horrible pieces fall into place "okay..." rubbing his chin, feeling the slightest bit of starch leaving his big dick, as the thought of what was coming began to sink in "okay..." looking at each one in turn "this is a one-time deal we clear on that! This will never EVER happen again, so..."
"So what dad?" Mike junior could not believe the words coming from his dad. All he could think was that something had already happened between him and Pat, like they were hinting. He could almost imagine either Pat or that Kruisay blackmailing his dad into something so impossible Mike still could not wrap his head around it. But the two actually fucking? In front of... no fucking way!
"So because this ain't ever happening again" Mike senior delivered the bomb "you better make it worth your while" looking at Sean next "well birthday boy?"
"Wow" Sean saw his dad was handing it to him on a silver platter now "okay... for real dad?"
"For real" nodding at the clock "I gave you my word so hurry up and – "
"Okay" Sean's shaking hands picked up the camera again "Pat."
"What?"
"Show dad those new exercises – "
"I'm finished right?" Mike was already stepping back into his shorts "me and dad – "
"Hey what about me?" Tommy saw his slight advantage slipping away. For the first time in his life he had Mike over the barrel and damn if that was going to slip through his fingers. Because he knew he was going to be paying for this afternoon ten times over so...
"What about you boner boy?" Mike glared at his so-called best fried.
"You two ain't gonna... y'know?"
"Don't look at me" Pat raised his hands "I tried..."
"Okay fine" Sean knew his next little stunt could wait. Because once Mike and dad were exchanging blowjobs "dad, your turn."
"For...?"
"Ten curls. Only ten" chuckling as he remembered how his dad almost got Mike's load so early in the game.
"Fine" he picked up the barbell and rolled it up, resting it on his shoulders.
"Mike?" Sean nodded at their dad.
"C'mon Sean please..." barely nodding at Tommy "you can't expect me to... y'know..."
"Do it Mike" Sean nodded at the curtained window "no one's gonna know."
"This is..." he looked around, slight hope Pat would jump to his rescue again but now all his allies were deserting him "damn..." so big naked muscle-bound Mike dropped to his knees in front of his dad. As his dad began a series of slow curls, Mike squeezed his eyes shut and leaned forward until his mouth found his dad's crotch. If there was something more humiliating than sucking off his dad in front of an audience, it was failing to hide his own returning hardon as he did. The shorts covered but could not hide the tube growing between his spread thighs. By the time his dad had finished his ten, Mike was showing six and a half inches of tent.
So when Mike was guided to his feet, his arousal was on display to his complete shock and embarrassment. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his curls, something he could do without having to think about how he must look. And then hands were tugging down his shorts and that mouth was on his hard cock and his nervousness was replaced by something like crazy hot runaway surging lust. It was only that heavy barbell that prevented him from grabbing his dad's ears and shoving his cock deep, gagging him like he always fantazied about. His dad stopped his curls at twelve and yanked the bar from his hands so he would have to take his turn. This time Mike sucked on his dad's hardon with a combination of unrestrained lust and anger, both extreme emotions fighting then combining until he was attacking that tube with a frenzy Mike could not imagine himself doing five minutes ago. Nor could he imagine how it must look, how that camera must be misinterpreting his pent-up anger for out-of-control sexual desire. Luckily his dad pushed him off his cock before Mike went nuts.
Mike was out of breath and bright red as he got to his feet, his face and chest flushed with all his conflicting emotions. Again he concentrated on his slow curls, doing everything he could to ignore how good that mouth felt on his cock, how that hot mouth and then a hand tugging at this balls, working him over like it was just the two of them, nobody in their private work-out routine just like Mike always fantasized, the two of them naked and hot for each other until finally they could not hold back and they tore each other's clothes off and went at each other like
"Oh FUCK!" Mike's grip on the barbell froze and then the worst happened! He felt his balls contract and then his load just exploded out of him deep into his dad's throat "damn NO!" but his dad's mouth came off his cock, those hands tugging the second and then third shot out of him, again and again, his knees buckling. Mike was so lost in his orgasm he could not see that camera or the looks on all their faces with those lights blinding him, every muscle shiny and straining with the effort to prevent all that cum from erupting from his body as it betrayed him once again "no stop!"
"Wow I can't believe..." Tommy stood there, his own cum drooling down his leg. He tried to pull his hand away in time but his cock just shot off by itself with the sight of his studly naked friend. Not just naked but hard, hard and totally bulked out, with his own dad, that same dude who fucked him and he fucked, sucking the load from his son in spite of Mike's efforts to prevent it. Prevent the world from seeing how Mike's secret fantasy had finally happened!
"Okay break..." their dad struggled to his feet, wiping the smear stains from his face and neck.
"No dad leave it" Sean's checked his camera, seeing the memory card almost full "that's so damn hot! Wow Mike you really splooged your load on dad's face!"
"Shuddup I don't wanna talk about it don't remind me!" Mike stepped free of the lights. Then he saw his friend trying to wipe his own mess from his pants "damn Brunner this really explains a lot of things. What a dickhound you turned out to be..." to which Tommy had no response.
"Okay no break" Sean feared the time was getting away from them. One hour had already passed and his list of things was still a mile long. He jumped to his computer "okay Tommy you got to see your fantasy. Now we get to the serious stuff."
"What serious stuff?" Mike struggled to get back into his underwear, hoping that would get Tommy's eye off his body. Once he was back in his shorts he looked at him "ain't you seen enough of this now?" grabbing himself.
"Nope, never" Tommy knew he no longer had anything to hide "you are the ultimate jack-off fantasy!"
"Hey!"
"And you know it" Tommy laughed.
"Okay okay guys!" Sean yelled. His original card was back in his camera, the one with the blowjob show purring away downloading all those images into his hard-drive "okay now Tommy got his rocks off, like I was saying before..."
"What were you saying Sean?" their dad stood there covered in sweat and his son's cum, struggling back into Sean's too tight shorts "something about exercises..."
"Yeah remember uh..." letting the suspense build "remember uh Kruisay when he showed us last week, remember those exercises guys?" looking at Mike then Pat "those back exercises he was – "
"No fucking... way!" Pat looked at his brothers, seeing Mike turn away to look at Tommy who looked totally confused. Mike saw that as a good sign.
"What back exercises?" their dad knew this was going to be serious. Letting Kruisay go downstairs with his three sons last Saturday was a big risk. Now he was about to find out how big.
"Pat. Do it" Sean pointed at the bench with his free hand.
"C'mon Sean... Mike?" looking to Mike for help. But Mike was too busy trying to gauge Tommy's reaction to this.
"It can't be that bad" their dad looked at Sean "what's the problem Pat? Is it too difficult?"
"No! It's just – " Pat glared at Sean "Sean knows what it is."
"I don't" Mike senior was pushing him now "go on, show me."
"Damn you Sean this is..." Pat glared at his brother but before anymore arguing could start he lowered his shorts "you too dad" nodding at his dad's hastily clothed middle "we both gotta be naked" and just like that Pat lowered his naked exposed flesh onto the bench. Face down. Sean nodded at Mike to load the two dumbbells and hand them to Pat. Mike looked at Tommy muttering something about keeping his mouth shut and then joined Pat and his dad under the floodlights. Needless to say Tommy was again hard and out of breath watching them take their place he did not know if he could keep this up for... for what? The grand finale? Cause this sure as fuck looked like it now. Everyone except Sean and his eternal camera and Tommy feeling the ultimate intruder voyeur now all of there were either naked or barely covered like Mike hovering over Pat's form. Mike put the dumbbells into Pat's hands once he was flat on his stomach and in position.
"Okay dad..." Sean was still not sure he could pull this off, before someone blew the whistle on his steadily nasty orders. He came over and hovered over Pat's back as he tugged the weights to his shoulders and bent backwards, his ass bucking off the bench as he did "you gotta press down so Pat don't..."
"This ain't right" their dad felt his body respond to Pat's naked butt beneath him "nobody does any kind of curls like this..."
"Kruisay... it was Kruisay dad, he um... he showed us this last Saturday" Mike was shooting looks between Sean and his buddy who looked like the overripe tomato ready to burst any second. He had never seen Tommy like this, so sexed up his face beet red an his cock sticking straight out of his crotch, not the biggest but definitely the hardest reddest thing Mike ever saw. It looked like it would shoot off a second time whether Tommy touched it or not. Mike looked around and realized this was hot – in a bizarre impossible way, not that he'd admit seeing his friend half naked and boned, his brothers and his dad looking like they would start humping each other any second. But the thing he had the hardest time with was seeing his dad like this! His dad naked and all muscles pumped, sweaty naked and lying there on top of Pat, his ass muscles flexing like he was almost getting ready to do it; like he would really force his huge cock into Pat right here and now, in front of them all, even if it meant he was totally screwed in the process.
Pat rocked back into his dad's crotch, feeling the inevitable happen, that cock pressed between his ass cheeks getting longer and harder each time Pat did those fake back curls. He flattened out lowering the weights to the floor knowing that camera was getting all of this, he and his dad right where Sean wanted them! At least last Saturday the only witnesses were Mike and Sean. But today it was like the whole world was there to witness his dad ready to penetrate him, even Mike's burly friend Tommy looking more turned on than nervous. And from what he already saw, Tommy was not one to scream a halt to all of this!
He heard more than saw the gesture, Sean pointing at the bottle of lotion on the floor not too far from them. When Mike came into his line of sight holding it, Pat knew Mike was not going to call a stop to this either.
"Okay dad" Sean came around to stand over Pat's head "lean backwards."
"How come?" but Mike senior saw what his son was holding. And he knew what it implied "no WAY SEAN! MIKE!" as he rolled until he was sitting upright on Pat's strong thighs "Mike c'mon! You don't really – ow damn!" feeling the cool cream hit his crotch in huge dollops "hey!"
"Hey Tommy!" Sean fired off some shots of his dad's pubes and cock splattered with the cream-colored lotion "tell Mike to rub it in now – "
"NO!" from both of the Mikes.
"Birthboy wants – "
"Do it Mike" Tommy came into the lights "cause if you don't I will" tugging at his cock, yanking off a stream of pre-cum "do it Mike."
"C'mon Tommy..."
"Do it! How many chances you get to – "
"Shuttup! Okay I get what..." and Mike's hand went down and grabbed his dad's cock now flat against Pat's ass cheek. With a snarling look at Sean and his evil damning camera he started a slow rub up and down that cock, feeling it swelling in seconds. Again he was jacking his dad and again he felt his blood pounding in his ears. At least the blood that was not pumping into his cock. When his dad's cock was totally hard, he squeezed more lotion over the distended pealed head and began a serious yanking up and down its length, the foreskin almost too tight to stretch. At first his dad squirmed and protested but once he was hard he actually started to buck his cock in and out of his son's greasy hand.
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck" Mike senior started grunting and flexing his hips, feeling that long-delayed orgasm start to come barreling at him.
"More lotion" Sean barked "then let go" he smirked "if you can!"
"Dickhead!" Mike junior splashed an even larger glob of lotion down Pat's crack then stepped away. He looked at Tommy "you better keep your g-d mouth shut! I mean it Brunner!"
"No problem there" Tommy came up behind his buddy Mike, pressing into his backside. At first Mike thought he was going to feel that prong push into his crack, but then Tommy's hand came around to rest on his hard chest, the sex flush returning bright crimson like only a blond could. Mike's first impulse was to push it away, but then he resigned as that hand rubbed and massaged first his pec, then his shoulder than back to his pec and when it found his nipple Mike let out a gasp. Tommy knew the wall had been breached so once the hard nub was tingling under his fingers Tommy strayed lower and lower until the waistband of those shorts slowed but did not stop them. Just more ammunition against him, Mike thought. But man did those fingers feel awesome. Awesome and experienced. Experienced enough to make him forget he just shot off not so long ago.
"Okay Pat, last set" Sean lowered his voice, knowing Pat was not in a position to refuse. He groaned and closed his eyes, knowing his brothers were going to be the latest to witness him and his dad doing the real deal. He debated whether he should scream and yell pretending this was ripping him open or just let it happen, showing them how serious the last week had become. He took a deep breath and grabbed the weights and in one motion twisted them backwards, lifting and rubbing his greased crack back into his dad's now lubed cock. Mike senior looked down at his cock pressing downwards into Pat's crack, then Sean, then the camera, then his son Mike's shorts being tugged lower and lower until his now bared cock was almost in his face. He watched it grow and redden being slowly stroked by Tommy and knew they were all here to see this really happen; now all the pieces were coming together. If and it was a big IF he was crazy enough to go through with it. And he would be crazy not to, even if it meant... and he grabbed his cock and angled it towards Pat's greased hole. As he feared once it was in place he felt Pat's hole tease the head, inching himself back every time he rocked the weights back and forth.
"Slow slow down" Mike junior gasped, looking down at his own cock in Tommy's expert grip. Both Tommy and Pat slowed, not sure who he was talking to "not so fast... Pat" all but closing his eyes with the sensation of that hand now tight around his balls "just... oh... yeah... just rotate rotate the uh yeah, just rotate the weights over your head" seeing Sean closing in for the kill "careful dad... you don't want... oh... fuck!" and there it was! With Pat's next flex his ass went up and his dad's hips went down as a strangled resigned gasp escaped from Pat's chest. Their dad removed his hands giving Sean and everyone else a clear shot of his cockhead now inching downward, lotioned ring by lotioned ring burying itself deeper enough into Pat's ass that they knew this was going to happen.
"Oh damn that is so fucking hot" Tommy could not help rubbing himself up and down Mike's butt. But when he lowered the back of Mike's shorts, bare flesh rubbing bare flesh, he knew he had crossed the line. Not that Mike would let his cock anywhere near his butt, but still the sensation of rubbing his hard iron up and down that fuzzy damp crack was getting him closer to losing his second load "UC you are the stud!"
"Yeah dad do it! Let it happen!" Sean zoomed in, making sure his dad saw exactly where he was angling the camera "do it! All the way! In!" which is what he did. He thrust his long hard cock deep into Pat's ass, hoping that he was growing used to this by now. Because once his cock was buried to his pubes his fuck machine just went into auto-mode and with his strong hip and thigh muscles he began a steady pumping in and out of that smooth tight ass. Barely hearing Sean's orders, Mike pulled all the way out and plunged it deep again, knowing every thrust was being captured for eternity. He barely remembered all that he was required to do but just knowing he was doing it! He was so depraved now that he felt nothing but total lust as his cock claimed Pat's ass all over again. And knowing his other sons were watching and totally complicit in Mike's out-of-control actions only made his cock flex and jab deeper. More than complicit, they were encouraging it and totally sex-crazy in the process. He squeezed his eyes shut, hearing more than seeing all the turned-on guys watching him do something so unspeakable: fucking his own son with his other sons watching! This was happening too fast; he had been inside that hot hole maybe one minute before he felt that tight ring begin to tighten and urge his dad to lose his load.
Pat gave up trying to pretend his virgin ass was being ripped open, or that he was keeping up the game of protesting any of this. Because once his still sore ass felt that familiar cannon enter him it was all over. All the pretending and bullshit was swept away but nothing but pure animal pleasure. He was sinking into that amazing whirlwind of bliss, that point where he no longer could tell where his ass ended and that cock began, both connected and – oh shit!
He felt his ass open up and his cock buried deep in that spasming hole simultaneously! He could feel the disorientation his dad was experiencing as they started to all but melt together, him and his dad overlapping and gushing into each other. And then Pat saw it, all of it! The talks with Kruisay, the card game in Mack's attic, the study with the toy bat then him standing and letting himself be fucked – all of it! And as much as he tried to block it out, prevent Pat from seeing it, Pat read the card just as clearly as if it was there in black and white and then Pat realized it was not just him – or his family! – that was at Kruisay's mercy having the thumbscrews tightening tightening, it was –
Mike pulled his cock free, hoping the pounding in his chest would slow down enough for him to process what was happening. To him, to Pat, to this whole room! But his cock was so huge and so distended he barely recognized it as his own. Because it was not his cock zeroing in on that greasy hole all by itself, it was not his hip muscles inching forward and again that feeling of skin on skin and everything else was slipping away, and just imagining how turned on they all were watching their bodies writhing into each other was going straight to his – and he felt his balls contract and his piss-slit flex open with his impending orgasm. His hips were spasming like crazy, letting the whole room know he was on the edge of blowing his load when somehow impossibly he remembered why he was there and quickly pulled that long impaler free as his fat head swelled huge and tight, that red pole flexing and spasming a glob of white cream out the end of his shiny-taut cock onto Pat's left cheek.
"Wow dad..." Sean was panting and gasping for air, almost as red as Tommy jumping backwards from Mike's back "finish it, fuck Pat! Cum in Pat!" gasping and shaking the camcorder for dear life.
"You fucked him dad" Mike was equally shocked "you fucked Pat! You fucked him right in his – "
"Okay you got what you wanted?" Mike senior looked at Sean, neither angry nor accusing, just a bit exhausted and shocked with himself "you owe your brother an – " the plodding of heavy steps on the stairs!
"Fuck!"
"What?"
"Who?"
"Damn!"