When last we left them, Victor had whispered into Bradley's ear as he fed him twelve big inches (part 1), "This story is a work of fiction based on the #1 daytime drama in America"; Bradley, in turn, went on to disclose to Victor's voyeuring son Nicholas (part 2) that "you must be of legal age in your area to read this material"; prompting Nicholas to divulge to blackmail-for-sex ex-convict Larry Warton (part 3) that "all the original characters are the property of CPT Holdings". In Paris, Cole heard from Bradley on an overseas sex visit (part 4) that "this story is not meant to suggest the sexual preference of the actors who portray the roles", while back in America, big daddy bear Brock succeeded in impressing to sixteen-year-old Raul and Billy, among other things (part 5). that "copyright of the material is maintained by the author" and young JT, bow-legged from an afternoon in the boy's room (part 6), reminded everyone that "reader's comments are welcomed by the author." Now, on to part 7 . .
The sleek black and white taxi lumbered through ornate spiral-topped gates and ascended the long, winding asphalt driveway which led to the sprawling main house. Halting the car in front of the pillared entranceway with its tall ornate glass double doors, the driver hastily exited his vehicle and came around to the rear passenger side. Taking a short, deep breath, he lifted the knob and pulled the door open, revealing his precious cargo slumped in the comfortable back seat.
Old Hank was nearing sixty and had driven a cab for most of his adult life in this very town. He had been born and raised in Genoa City and had witnessed the one-time small town grow into a thriving metropolis. Even though competition became fierce, local business people appreciated Hank's efficiency and discretion, and often called on him when they required livery service. Tonight was another of those nights.
Hank had received the call a little over a half hour ago from Gina, the nice Italian woman who owned a successful nightclub/restaurant frequented by residents of the town. It seemed she had a well-to-do patron who had exceeded his drink quota and was unable to propel himself home. When he pulled up in front of Gina's Place, the blonde owner and one of her young waiters helped the inebreated man into the back seat of the cab. One glance in the rear view mirror at the good-looking man with his head resting on the back of the seat, eyes closed and mouth agape, brought a chuckle of recognition from old Hank. That scalawag Jack Abbott had gotten himself tanked up again!
Abbott had frequented the back seat of Hank's cab on a number of occasions over the years---and not always alone. The fortyish Lothario had a trained eye for a pretty little filly, that was for sure.
Hank remembered the afternoon twenty-some-odd years before when he had escorted college graduate Jack from the airport to the Abbott home. The ash-blonde, blue-eyed boy was full of aspirations and spoke excitedly of his plans for the future. How often those plans had gone awry over the years. Yet, like the mythical Phoenix, Jacko always seemed to rise up from his ashes and conquer once again.
Standing there in the full moonlight outside of the Abbott mansion, Hank pondered what might have driven the man to go off on a "bender" this evening. He had heard whispers from other fares about trouble in the Abbott family business and the ever-present threat of a takeover by the more powerful and ruthless Newman Enterprises. Hank knew smilin' Jack well enough to know there was a great deal of bad blood between Victor Newman and Jack Abbott. Perhaps old Vic had bested Jackie- boy once again, and the loser chose to drown his sorrows over Scotch and pasta.
Jackie was still a handsome man, that much was for sure. Even sprawled in the back of the cab, shirt collar open, jacket tucked beneath his thick, disheveled hair--- darker now with age --- and long legs spread across the expanse of the vehicle, Jack Abbott managed to convey an imposing figure. The good-looking cad had broken more than one lady's heart and would probably capture a few more in the years to come. At times like this, Hank wished he was a young man again, sowing his wild oats like Jack Abbott and his contemporaries.
Leaning inside the cab, he nudged Jack and announced, "You're home, young Abbott, safe and sound. Time to get on up to bed."
But there was no response. Shaking the younger man's arm more pointedly this time, he raised his voice, "Come on, Abbott. I'm too old to carry you up to the door. Rise and shine, young fellow!"
Abbott's eyelids fluttered and slowly parted to reveal his bloodshot pupils. Squinting painfully against the interior lighting, he awkwardly brought a hand up to block the offensive glow. "Wha' happened?"
"Well now, you had a bit too much to drink at Gina's and she wisely called old Hank's cab service to see your safely home," the old man revealed, as if speaking to a child, "and home is where you are. Now let's see if we can't get you into that fine lookin' house there so you can sleep it off." Taking hold of the businessman by his wrist, he attempted to lead him out of the car.
Young Billy Abbott was awakened by the sound of an engine idling outside his window. He silently cursed himself for having left the window slightly ajar, but it was such a pleasant mid-spring evening and his room felt uncomfortably stuffy. Lying there, he willed the whirring sound to cease, but it soon became apparant his wishes were not to be answered. Tossing back crisp linens, he padded on bare feet across the rich carpeting of the room and peered down through the glass panes of his window at the taxi parked below. As he watched, the old man driver managed to extricate a swaggering body from the back seat. The passenger leaned heavily against the body of the car, inhaling deeply of the cool night air and Billy instantly recognized his half-brother, Jack.
A mischevious smirk spread across young Billy's cute face. Big brother Jack was obviously three sheets to the wind, a "crime" for which he, Billy, had been placed under house arrest for the past few months. So what if Jackie was an adult and he was only sixteen? Getting a buzz was cool. Well, it was cool until the night he had overdone it and ended up in the hospital emergency ward near death from alcohol overdose and exposure. From that moment on, the thought of liquor left a sour taste in his mouth and Billy decided to delay cocktail hour until he was a bit older. Besides, he had found other and more interesting ways to pass the time. Looking at his older bro desperately attempting to steady himself so as to make it to the front door, Billy was glad he had seen the light. Getting drunk didn't appear so cool after all!
Jack managed to push himself away from the car, but only swayed and stumbled, nearly falling onto the pavement before Hank got him back up against the cab, not without a great deal of difficulty for a sxty year old man. Billy sprang from the window and bolted from his room, skipping down the grand staircase and reaching the front door with breakneck speed. Dashing out into the night wearing only his boxer shorts, the teenager put one arm around his older brother's waist to steady him and lodged a shoulder under Jack's arm pit. Jack instinctively brought his arm up and rested it across Billy's other shoulder as they slowly made their way up the porch and into the house.
"Can you handle him from here, young Abbott?" the cab driver inquired at the doorway.
"Yeah, thanks," Billy replied, "what does he owe you?"
"Nuthin'. Miss Gina took care of my fare." Taking hold of the door handle to pull it shut, he added, "You take care of your big brother now and get him to bed, you hear?"
Take care of big brother, the old man had said.
Looking at the staircase, Billy knew there was no way he was goinig to get Jackie up to his room in this condition. Instead, he opted to lead the bigger man into the living room and deposit him on the sofa. Jack fell back across the cushions, bringing one arm up to rest across his forehead and immediately slipped into a drunken slumber. Billy knelt down to untie Jack's imported Italian shoes, removing them from his feet along with his socks. Jack's legs were spread wide, one stretched out in front of him on the sofa, the other falling down so that his foot rested on the floor. Billy considered bringing a blanket from upstairs to toss over the prone body, but decided it was too warm a night. In fact, Jacko might be more comfortable without some of those clothes on him.
As the glow from the full moon flooded through the large windows of the room, Billy's long fingers worked to undo the buttons of Jack's shirt, Pulling the slack up and out of the waistband of his brother's pants, Billy faced the problem of how to remove the garment entirely. Determined, now that he had started, Billy sat on the edge of the sofa next to Jack and reached under muscular arms to lift him up. It took a great deal of effort to sit Jackie up from the waist. The dude was out cold! His head fell against Billy's shoulder like a limp rag doll as the younger boy pulled the starched white shirt from his brother's body. Hastily lifting the undershirt up over his head, he slowly lowered Jack back onto the divan where he continued to sleep soundly, naked now from the waist up.
Billy allowed his eyes to roam over his big brother's body in the moonlight. Sure, he had seen Jack shirtless on countless occasions over the years, but never in circumstances similar to these. The thought suddenly occurred to young Billy that the timing was perfect for a closer examination of the man sprawled out in front of him. Their sister, Ashley, was out of the country on business and their biological father, John Abbott, had called earlier to say he was staying in town---so the two brothers were alone in the house for the evening. And Jackie was so "out of it", he would never suspect that his baby brother had engaged in playing doctor! Besides, after the torrid sex he and best friend Raul had recently had with Mr. Reynolds, older men now held an appeal for him.
A thick forelock of light brown hair, still showing highlights from his blonde youth, fell across Jack's proud forehead as he rested back against the sofa's armrest. Billy examined the angular slope of his sleeping brother's cheekbones and the firm set of his squared jaw which displayed a day's growth of bearded bristles. Somewhat guiltily, his eyes lowered to take in the wide, long torso covered with a fine spray of curling light brown hair. Young Billy's mouth watered as he focused upon the twin nipples---wide, dark and juicy like ripened cherries---which jutted up from the coat of fur shadowing Jack's powerful chest. His small hands reached out and traveled up the sides of Jack's solid body, his long fingers fanning out through the glistening dusting of damp hair. Leaning closer, Billy inhaled deeply, dreamily closing his eyes as he savored the many scents of his brother. An arousing mixture of cologne, sweat and scotch caused the younger Abbott's pecker to bounce to life in his jockey shorts.
Encouraged that his touch had failed to rouse the sleeping man, Billy leaned closer and applied his tongue to one flat pink nipple. Almost miraculously, the plump flesh began to harden against Billy's deliberate wet swipes. His blue eyes trained on the handsome face of his brother for any hint of consciousness, Billy turned his attentions to the other swollen nub. Bringing it to life with the tip of his tongue, the teen ager formed his lush, lusty lips around the man tit and sucked greedily. The fine hairs surrounding the purplish protrusion tickled young Billy's lips as he gnawed on his older brother's naked pectoral. Sliding his hand across the furry mound of the other pec, Billy rubbed the thick point between thumb and forefinger as he continued to tongue the other.
The unmistakeable sound of a low groan caused young Billy to freeze. Scarcely daring to breathe, his eyes remained fixed on the face of his older brother. But Jackie remained still. Could it be, Billy pondered, that even in unconsciousness Jack's body was responding to his sexual caresses? Was it possible that Jack might even achieve an erection in his current state? Imagining the fun he could have taking advantage of his comatose good-looking brother caused Billy's teen dick to stiffen to its maximum proportions and poke through the opening of his boxer shorts.
Before venturing any further, Billy had to be absolutely certain there was no chance of Jack awakening. Propping himself up with one arm on each side of the sleeping body, Billy brought his soft, boyish face down close to Jack's. The warm man scent filled his youthful lungs as he inhaled deeply, his silky smooth lips brushing lightly against those of his brother. His young tongue traced an oval around Jack's lush, full pink lips and playfully forced them apart. Sliding his sleek boy tongue into Jack's open mouth, he smeared his juices over the man's palate, reveling in the exotic combined taste of male and alcohol.
And still Jack failed to awaken!
Taking full advantage of the moment, Billy lowered his body until his entire weight was resting atop his brother's naked torso. He snuggled in close, feeling the warmth from Jack's hairy chest penetrating his smooth skin. He rubbed his cheeks against the coarse stubble on the man's jaw and unconsciously began to grind his thin hips into Jack's groin. His small hands explored thick forearms, heavily tendoned arms, sinewy muscles and broad shoulders. Fingers brushed through thick locks of hair and traced the angular contours of an extremely masculine face. The moonlight cascading through the tall french windows accentuated the planes of Jack's face and made him all the more appealing to the sex-hungry boy.
Planting a trail of tiny wet kisses which started at the older man's forehead and traveled down past his lips, throat, chest, smooth abdomen and ended at the indentation of his navel, Billy gazed with wide-eyed wonder at the tent which had formed in the front of Jackie's trousers. With two slim fingers he traced the line of fuzz which ran from belly-button and disappeared under the waistband of those pants.
Undaunted, he unfastened the belt buckle and lowered the zipper, allowing the bulge to swell under less restraint within white cotton briefs. Placing the palm of one hand on the mound, he felt it pulse and throb against his touch! His heart was racing madly! His mouth suddenly felt horribly dry! His young body was shaking with anticipation! HE HAD TO SUCK HIS BROTHER'S COCK!!!
The headlights of the sleek expensive sedan were extinguished before they blanched against the walls of the mansion. With the full moonlight, there was no problem in maneuvering the car along the all-too-familiar driveway. Making a spur of the moment decision, John Abbott decided to park the vehicle in the back lot and use the kitchen entrance instead of the main foyer. He was not expected home tonight and didn't want to awaken his sons at this late hour.
The patriarch of the Abbott family had been in town wining and dining a visiting competitor from France. He had rented a suite at an upscale local hotel for the evening, but found himself unable to sleep in unfamiliar surroundings. Since he had not consumed any liquor all evening (although the Frenchman drank like a fish), John decided to return home where he could rest comfortably in his own bed. Parking the car, he made his way through the trellised walkway to the rear entrance. John Abbott was a strikingly attractive man, even though he had passed the sixty-year mark several years ago. He was tall and angular with classic chiseled cheekbones and an aristocratic nose. Most tabloid reporters suspected, but none could substantiate, that John's appearance was attributed to some degree of cosmetic surgery. The man was, after all, the founding father of one of the biggest cosmetics companies in the world. It wouldn't do to have a wrinkled, balding man at the helm of such an enterprise! A daily regimen of exercise, vitamin-therapy and proper diet kept him in fine physical shape. His only medical vice, a weak heart, was closely monitored and appeared to be in check.
Quietly letting himself into the pantry, he removed his shoes and padded in stocking feet across the parquay floor. He considered pouring himself a glass of cold skim milk, but decided against it. No sense in putting on any lights now that he had been so cautious with his arrival. He would slip through the living room, quietly make his way up the stairs to the master bedroom and no one would be the wiser to his return.
Moonglow filled the tastefully decorated living room as he rounded a corner from the back hallway and entered the room. But an indiscernible sound made him halt after only a few steps. He was certain there was another presence in the room! An intruder, perhaps! Quickly scanning the exaggerated shadows caused by the full moon, his eyes eventually came to rest on the back of the sofa. That was it! The sound he heard was of deep breathing, the same monotone he had heard countless times when Jackie had been out on a bender. A momentary relief caused him to relax. There was no burglar in the house at all. Jack must have been out trying to recapture his youth and made it only so far as the sofa before he conked out.
Moving even more quietly now so as not to wake the boy, John circled the divan and made his way to the grand staircase. Taking the first few steps, he paused and glanced over toward his sleeping son. The sight he saw made John Abbott stifle a shocked cry!
Billy reached up to the waistband of his big brother's pants and hoisted them down strong, powerful legs. White underwear quickly followed until Jackie was splayed out in front of him buck naked! Billy marveled at the exquisite naked male flesh so easily within his grasp! His widened blue eyes drifted from head to toe and ultimately settled on the gorgeous towering piece of man meat freed from captivity. The fat, vein-gnarled shaft pulsed seductively at seven and a half inches. Its perfectly shaped mushroom cap glistened with a droplet of pre-cum which Billy scooped up with one finger and brought to his hungry lips. Licking around the digit, he sucked it entirely into his teen mouth and tasted the essence of brother.
Reaching out, the blonde boy grasped the hard, hot shaft and was surprised to discover his hand could not close around the fat girth. Using both hands now, he held tightly at the base of the mammoth weapon and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed upwards, producing a healthy trickle of cock juice. Swiping his hot little tongue across the sensitive prickhead, Billy lapped up the tasty goo and slutishly injested his pirated treasure. Darting out his tongue once again, Billy wrapped it around the crimson dome as he took hold of Jack's nuts, squeezing the enormous sac in his sweaty hand. With the other hand he lovingly caressed the strong, hard manpole while his tender young mouth licked his brother's sticky knob.
Jack continued to lay there, spread-eagled and deliciously nude as Billy worshipped his big, delectable cock. Gulping the plump dickhead into the wet, soft warmth of his mouth, the young lad enjoyed the masculine taste of his sleeping brother and began to work on the slick spout with more enthusiasm. His hot lip muscles traveled up and down the long shaft, his trained tongue working at the thick cock cord which ran from balls to head. Reaching the tip, he removed his mouth from the pulsing prick and allowed a mouthful of saliva to ooze down on the veiny member. Then he attacked, licking all along the length of his brother's straining shaft, his wet tongue slithering across the silken flesh as he scooped up his spittle. Grasping the prong at its base, Billy held it up strong and proud like a King Cobra as he stared into the leaking piss eye before spreading his jaws wide and swallowing all seven and a half hardened inches to the root!
John Abbott sunk to the lushly carpeted staircase, the knuckles of one hand firmly embedded in his gaping mouth to prevent any sound. His face was pressed between the bars of the ornate banister as he looked down at the perverse sex scene being enacted in his very own home. He knew his youngest son was prone to trouble, but never imagined he would take advantage of his own brother in a sexual manner. How long, he wondered, had young Billy been performing oral sex on other men? Was this the first time or had there been others? Many others, perhaps! Judging by the way he gorged himself on Jack's big stiffie, the sixteen-year-old had some bit of experience. He desperately wanted to halt the youngster's rape of his older brother, yet for some inexplicable reason John Abbott remained rooted to the spot as he tried to ignore the unmistakeable stirring in his own loins.
Billy fucked his cute face on the massive fleshpole, the full seven plus inches burying itself deep in his throat again and again. He rode the hot dick, pulling off only long enough to catch a quick breath before filling his face hole once more. His chin slammed into Jack's hairy nuts with every downward lunge and his nose buried itself in the dense, manly-scented bush of coarse pubic hair. The harder he pumped the cock into his overstuffed mouth, the more aroused Billy became. He feasted on the joystick like a glutton, sucking every inch of his brother's schlong as though it was the best thing he'd ever tasted in his young life.
As he thrust his lush, sensual lips along the hard, veiny erection, Jack's thick mushroom prick head stroked the depths of his tender throat. His eager tongue caressed the length of throbbing male flesh, sliding along the thick cord and teasing the bloated cockhead with deliberate sex swipes. Billy battered the raging hard-on against his tonsils, ramming brother meat down his throat until he thought he would gag. He swallowed down until Jackie's sweaty bush tickled his nose and fucked the farthest depths of his throat until he was forced to come up for air. His hands grasped onto his brother's thick, hairy thighs for support as he crammed fuck muscle past his slobbering lips. Gooey, salty pre-cum was practically flooding from big brother Jack's piss-slit and oozing down young Billy's throat, signaling his on-coming orgasm. Billy didn't want Jack to cum just yet; he wanted to suck on that luscious cock until dawn!
By now Billy had shucked his boxers and knelt between his brother's hunky thighs, his cute little ass wriggling methodically in clear view of his father. John Abbott was overcome with conflicting emotions. On one hand he could not condone what Billy was doing to his unconscious brother; but, on the other hand, the bulging erection straining against the front of his slacks belied the effect the encounter was having upon him. John could not remember the last time he had been so aroused! His old cock was leaking pre-cum like it did so many years ago when he was a horndog teen---just as his youngest son was now!! He wanted to tiptoe down those stairs, slide up behind his young son, and bury his rock hard prick up in that tight, pink hole!!! But for now he satisfied himself with kneading his swollen prick through the material of his pants as he continued to observe the erotic seduction.
Billy's blonde head was now buried in the moist wedge between Jacko's spread thighs. His probing tongue explored the wrinkled softness of his brother's hairy ballbag. He swallowed one swollen orb, then the other, into his boy mouth, chewing and sucking on the sweaty sac. Jack's rigid rod bounced mightily at attention, a healthy trickle of man juice streaming down its slick length.
Releasing the hefty package from his loving lips, Billy held the tightened scrotum out of his way as he ventured further into forbidden territory. His wet tongue dipped downward between Jack's legs and tickled the perspiring walls of his hairy ass crack. Inhaling deeply of the rich funky aroma, Billy feasted on his brother's butt as he lifted one powerful leg up over his shoulder to allow easier access. Spying the wrinkled pucker embedded in a mass of fine ass hairs, young Billy attacked!
The groan which came from John Abbott's lips was low enough not to be heard by his young son, but alerted the older man to his precarious position on the staircase. At any moment the teenager might turn around and find his father crouched there watching! Yet, even with the thought of imminent danger, John could not pull himself away. Billy was a virtual sex hound, devourig every inch of his older brother! The raunchy manner in which he was slobbering at Jack's shitter revealed the depths of his wanton depravity!! John fumbled with the zipper of his trousers and reached inside with shaking hand to release his throbbing daddy dick. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it was wrong to find sexual pleasure in his own son's lustful incestuous actions, but the desire in his groin was too powerful to ignore. Coating the palm of his hand with a mouthful of saliva, John Abbott began to stroke his shaft as he watched his youngest son take pleasure from his unaware brother's naked body.
Dropping Jack's leg back into place, Billy massaged his brother's thick thighs as he took a mental picture of Jack's prone, nude body. The many flavors of his brother deliciously played about in his young mouth, increasing his lustful desire for more. Gazing at the towering stiffness of Jackie's beautiful cock, Billy knew he might never have this chance again; he must fulfill all his desires here and now! If Jack hadn't awakened by now, nothing would rouse him---not even a torrid brotherly fuck!
Hoisting himself up so that both bare feet were astride Jack's hips, Billy squatted over his brother's pelvis until he felt the wet mushroom head tapping at his bottom. Riding along the bulging knob, he coated his sticky ass crack with the abundant seepage from Jack's leaking piss slt and then positioned the big head at his winking raisin. Ever so slowly, he eased his weight down on the massive hunk of man meat so that it was forced through the gradually yielding rubber band mouth of his boy hole. Billy sighed deeply as the swollen helmet punched into his steamy cavity, stretching the walls of his ass wider to accomodate the bludgeoning fuckstick. The oozing head poked deeper within him as he eased the impaling shaft up his starving chute.
Behind them, the boys' father fell back on the stairs! If it wasn't enough that his young son had sucked his older brother's manpop, now he was fucking his teen ass with the conscienceless cock! The moans and groans from Billy boy drowned out those of his father; John Abbott was fisting his rock-hard prick with reckless abandon. At his age, he was fortunate to be so wickedly aroused and didn't want to waste one precious moment of the stiffest erection he'd had in years!! His big Abbott cock felt like it had in his youth and was certainly spouting enough man goo to sustain the aging patriarch's fantasy. From when he was perched, John had a clear view of Jack's promiment hard-on being ridden by the teen slut. Billy's young slit spread wide, taking in more and more of the turgid trunk. With one final almost-painful groan, Billy sunk his entire weight down on Jackie's lap, successfully swallowing all seven-and-a-half inches into his guts.
His blue eyes rolled backwards in their sockets as he felt the huge fat knob imbedded deep within his cock-grasping colon. Wriggling his boy butt, he slowly came up off Jack's veiny shaft until just the tip of his brother's thick cock head was pressed against his assmouth. From his vantage point, daddy John witnessed a massive wave of Jackie-jizz pulse out of the older boy's wide piss-slit and ooze down the hardened length of his erect shaft. Then Billy was lowering himself once again onto his brother's tool, inch after inch stretching him wide open until he was skewered on the entire love muscle. He lifted himself up and down, fucking his sweet boy hole with increasing determination. The lips of his young ass pulsed open to accomodate the hot fucker. John excitedly took notice of Billy's thin rectal membrane pulling away from his body as he rose upwards, his teen asslip's wrapped around Jack's sizeable salami. The old man was literally slobbering all over himself as he watched his sons' fuck, his hand working faster up and down his own leaking faucet.
The sofa rocked with the impact of Billy's fierce gyrations as he stuffed himself with brotherly meat. It was a wonder that Jack wasn't shaken out of his drunken stupor by the younger boy bouncing on his groin. Billy continued to fuck himself into a wild frenzy, craving the fat prick's head lodging deep within his teen hole. He pumped Jackie's thick man cock with his wet pussy hole as his hands ran through the fine hairs of his older brother's muscular chest. The hot cock felt so devilishly good inside of him, forcing the walls of his cute butt open and hammering against his prostate. Even unconscious, brother Jack was a fantastic fuck and Billy fleetingly wondered how good he might be clean and sober. He tightened his wet boy pussy around the fat cock, increasing the heated friction.
"OH, WOW!" he murmured. "So fucking good, Jackie! Your big prick feels so fucking good up my tight little asshole! Come on. Jackie, don't let me down, big brother! Shoot your load, man! Gimme that brother load up my thirsty little baby brother ass!"
John Abbott was unable to control the loud groan which his youngest son's words brought to his ears, but Billy was so far gone in the throes of passion he failed to hear it. John's big balls tightened up against his body as he neared a rollicking orgasm. He fisted his angry-looing purple-headed monster as beads of perspiration broke out on his brow. Teeth gnashing together, he felt that unmistakeable boiling from somewhere in his groin, yet he refused to take his eyes off his two boys.
Without warning, Jackie's cock suddenly swelled within young Billy. The boy came to an abrupt halt with the entire shaft buried in his bowels, frightened for a moment that he might be split in two if the thing grew any wider. And then, just as suddenly, Billy felt a sticky wetness splashing into his ass.
"Oh, YEAH!" he shouted, resuming his ride. "You're cumming! Fill me up with that juicy cum, brother-man!"
Bolt after bolt of jism blew off inside young Billy's milking boy hole, liberally flooding his insides. Jack's prick was like an uncapped oil strike, shooting off its precious cargo and Billy's sucking shitter was the welcome recipient. Billy didn't think Jackie would ever stop cumming. The hot, warm fluid was already leaking from his tightly clenched man-devouring asslips.
And then, just when Billy thought the moment was over, one of Jack's powerful arms shot up to grasp him by the hair and pull his face down to his own handsome mug!
"Thanks, baby," he whispered drunkenly and then planted his open, slobbering lips right on Billy's mouth. His eyes widened in shock, Billy nevertheless participated in the uexpected kiss, his tongue sloshing about with Jack's until the older man fell off into sleep again.
Rising up with renewed lust, Billy looked down at his good-looking brother's prone body, hard cock still pulsing softly in his ass, and jerked on his straining seven inches. Although Jack was obviously so far gone he had no idea who had actually serviced his studly needs, Billy reveled in an entirely different fantasy. The recent memory of his big brother's sloppy tongue had him shooting his wad in short time. Ribbons of boy juice arced up from his piss-hole and landed all over Jack's hairy chest, wetting the matted fur. At precisely the same time John Abbott, unable to control himself any further, blew his daddy spunk all over his expensive suit.
Breathing heavily after his exertion, Billy allowed Jack's softening prick to free itself from his backside. Already, cum was oozing from his abused pink slit. Leaning down, he began to lap all his cum from brother Jack's hairy torso and failed to stop until satisfifed he had thoroughly cleansed his brother's chest. Coiling his tongue along the length of rapidly softening cock, he also cleaned his brother's member of any cum residue, savoring the pungent taste of his own asshole.
John Abbott silently crept up the stairs and locked himself inside his bedroom. He stood behind his door for only a few moments before he heard light feet padding down the hallway and knew Billy had returned to his room. Only when he was behind his shut bathroom door did John flick on a light. Quickly shucking his cum-soaked clothing, he set out to wash his gooey hands. Reflexively, he glanced into the mirror in front of him and was stunned to see a renewed youth reflected back at him. There was an unmistakeable glow to his skin and a twinkling in his eyes. Damn if he didn't appear ten years younger! Amazing, he thought, what a little unexpected sex could do for an old man! As he slipped beneath the covers of his antique four-poster bed, John Abbott plotted how he would one day arrive home in a staged drunken stupor . . . . .