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Subject: The Hansons – Chapter 2 This is a work of fiction, and includes stories of sex between family members. If this is illegal in your area, please do not read. This is my first story to fty after reading it for many years. A big thank you to Bill Drake, a4f101, Marc Tremaine and FD Campbell (Peterbilt) for their ball-busting contributions and inspiration. Feedback welcome to a.pearce.stories@, and let me know if you want this story to keep going. Please consider donating to fty to help keep this free service going. Copyright held by Andrew Pearce ail) __________________________ The Hansons – Chapter Two: __________________________ About a year ago, just before the end of their seor year, Brad and his wrestling teammate Skip had just fished practice in Brad’s garage. Brad’s dad Steve converted the back part of the garage into a home gym, including wrestling mats. They’d changed into their singlets, which were now clinging to them with the sweat they’d worked up from practice, and they were flushed from exertion, still panting. It was summer, and the garage was hot and stuffy from the heat. Brad looked over at Skip, who had pulled the top of his singlet down around his waist. They’d been best friends for about five years. Like Brad, the guy was buff. He’d been working out for a few years, and had been wrestling for two. He loved anything to do with sports, and if he wasn’t competing or practicing, he was traing. He had rounded shoulders, bulging biceps and a wide and muscular back. Brad had been lusting over him for a while, which had become increasingly distracting. His thighs hulked out of his singlet, and Brad knew from wrestling just how powerful those thighs and glutes were. And, with dirty blonde hair and a cheeky grin usually plastered on his cute face, he was a sexy motherfucker. Brad knew it. Fuck, the whole school knew it. To boot, he was a really sweet guy. They’d been friends for years. They both loved sports, and shared a lot of friends. But, they’d only starting working out together, ever since Brad invited him to use their home gym. And Skip loved it. The equipment was great, but he also liked spending time with Brad, and Brad’s dad and uncle. “Reckon I kicked your ass fairly in that one. Didn’t much seem like you were trying, though?” Skip asked. “Everything ok?” It was true – Brad had been distracted. For several months his attraction to Skip had started to outweigh their friendship. The guy was out-of-control hot, and it was starting to become hard to conceal. It was normal to get a little rise when wrestling in singlets, what with all the rubbing. But, lately he was having to really focus on other things in order to keep from getting a full hardon. Brad had known for a long time that he wasn’t into girls. Sure, he’d been with a few. Dates were ce, but the fucking was boring. He hadn’t yet been with a guy, but he was becoming more and more aware that this was what he wanted. His Uncle Andy was gay, so he knew a bit about it. But, he was still a way from understanding it fully about himself. All he knew was that Skip made his stomach flutter and his cock swell. “Yeah, sorry about that. Got a bit on my mind. Don’t worry – I’ll make up for it.” Brad had pulled his own singlet down, and was taking a drink of water. He looked over at his wrestling buddy, and could swear that he’d just caught him looking at him in what…. a lusty way? He hadn’t seen that look before, kind of doe-eyed, a bit frozen. Had Skip been looking at his crotch? He wondered, not for the first time, if maybe he wasn’t the only one with more-than-friendly feelings. He decided he might just need to be open with his friend. But, maybe to try a few things out first. “Wanna work out a bit?” Brad asked. “Sure – always up for a session” Skip replied. “Whatcha thinking of?” he asked. “Chest, maybe? That way we can get the tris in, too.” “Cool. Let’s do it. You can spot me first. And, no need to change….?” “Sure, no problem. Get on the bench and I’ll load `em up”. As Skip lay down on the bench, his singlet down around his waist and rotating his arms to stretch the kocaeli escort muscles, Brad stood behind his head, loading up the weights while checking out Skip’s body. From this angle he could make out the outline of his dick, which seemed impressive, even soft. And it wasn’t tucked in. Rather, it was up above his crotch, so he could see the full outline. He noticed his friend’s abs, split perfectly down the middle with a deep trench of develop muscle, and the wide, built pecs which would soon be straing. “Let’s start with this and see how we go” said Brad, as he lowered the bar down to Skip’s hands. It was a warm-up weight, but even so, he couldn’t miss how Brad braced his core, tightened his glutes and thighs, and flexed his arms in preparation. He’d seen it a million times, but it never got old. Skip knocked out his twelves reps, and they swapped, and then swapped again, with Skip back on the bench. This time, Brad decided to try something new. “I think you’ve got a slight drop to one side. Here, let me get a better grip to help you keep steady.” Brad moved from behind Skip and straddled him while facing him so that he could hold the barbell. And, it had his crotch just inches from Skip’s face. He had no idea how he managed to keep his dick from getting hard, but he did. Maybe because he knew there was only one chance to do this right. His inner thighs were touching Skip’s sides, and each time he lowered himself to lightly support the weight, his ass lightly touched Skip’s dick. And then he felt it. On the twelfth rep, he distinctly felt something hard hit his ass as he lowered himself with the weight. He’d struck gold. He helped Skip return the bar to the rack, and then lifted himself up and over. Skip was completely red-faced, lying there with a rock hard dick straing through his nylon singlet. “Hey, uh, sorry dude, you were kinda hitting it, and…. it just kinda shot up.” He looked awkward, and started to sit up. The tightness of the nylon and the angle only made his hard cock stick out. Brad had no intention of wasting this moment. “That’s cool. These singlets are kinda tight. They feel good, too. And, you know, a rub is a rub. It’s cool, dude. Don’t sweat it.” “Thanks, man. Didn’t want to embarrass you.” “Hey, no embarrassment here”, Brad said, ready to take it further. “Sometimes I get hard working out, even on my own. Just kinda makes a guy horny, you know? I even worked out naked once. Felt great.” “Really? I thought I was the only one. Sometimes it’s really hard to not chub. Man, I knew we were friends for a reason” said Skip, the embarrassment quickly turng to relief. “Is it your rep?” he asked. “Yep, sure is.” Brad now felt free for his body to react however it wanted. Sweating from the heat and the sexual tension he lay down ready to take the weight, and was surprised at Skip taking the same position to spot him – straddling him. And, sure enough, each time Skip lowered himself, the rub of his hard butt against his crotch got his cock more aroused. His cock was steel hard in seconds. He decided to go further. Once the weight had been returned, but while Skip was still straddling him, his massive thighs rubbing his sides, he reached up to grab Skip’s hips and pulled him down into his nylon-clad crotch, his cock ling up the crack of Skip’s muscular ass. At this point, either a dream was going to come true, or he was going to get punched in the face. He was nervous as hell, but also super fucking horny and kind of out of his mind with lust. “You telling me what I think you are?” asked Skip. “Man, I don’t know. Just know I needed to do it. You mind?” Brad asked. Skip leaned forward, putting his hands on Brad’s swollen pecs. He played with his friend’s pples while lightly grinding back into the hard dick that was runng along his crack. This was totally new for him but, like Brad, he’d been getting increasingly turned on to the idea of how hot guys were, and Brad was the hottest. That face, ass, chest and arms – he’d seen him straing his muscles while in traing and workouts, and more than once had thought of him while jerking off. “Fuck, dude. I darıca escort think I’ve wanted this for a while. Been thinking lately about how fucking hot you are, how sexy you look when you’re on the mat with some guy. If you’re ok with this, so am I.” Hearing this, Brad’s heart felt like it skipped a beat. This was more than he’d expected. He felt closer to his friend. And not just because his cock was nestled in the crack of his ass. He had real feelings for Skip, and this felt like it could suddenly be more. “Take off your singlet”, Brad said. Skip stood up next to the bench while he was doing so, following Brad he pulled his own singlet off while still lying down, freeing his aching cock. He looked at Skip’s fat dick, which looked pretty similar in size to his own eight inches, except where he was uncut, Skip was circumcised. His hands were shaking as he reached out to touch it with one hand, while the other ran up the back of his legs and then grabbed onto his hard ass. Suddenly, Skip kneeled down and leaned in to kiss Brad on the lips. It began gently, but within seconds became feverish, his tongue searching inside his buddy’s mouth, their tongues wrestling and exchanging saliva. His right hand moved down his friend’s chest and abdomen, and then found what he needed right now more than anything – Brad’s hard tool. Leang up, he looked down at his friend, grinned, and then moved down to lick Brad’s dick. It was odd for him – it felt and looked just like his own, but this dick was totally someone else’s; the first time he was touching another guy’s dick. He gripped it gently, and stroked the uncut dick up and down. He kept doing this for a while, every once in a while checking over to see if his buddy was ok. But he was more than ok. His hips were gyrating to the first-time feeling of having a guy pump his dick. And that guy was his hot buddy Skip. However this went, he was probably gonna blow pretty fucking quickly. Skip leaned in further, taking the head into his mouth. He didn’t really know what he was doing but knew enough from sex with girls that he needed to get his mouth wet and to keep his teeth out of the way. He pushed his head further, and then bobbed up to slick the head with spit, runng his mouth over the head. With one hand, he pumped the base, and with his other hand he touched his own hard cock, sure that this was exactly where and how he wanted to be. “Fuck Skip, can’t describe how good that feels. Your mouth is fucking awesome. Can’t believe we’re finally doing this.” He placed a hand on the back of Skip’s head and started to gently push him down further. Unlike with girls, he felt he could be more aggressive, so it felt right to push with his hands and to thrust up with his hips. But, this was Skip’s first time, and soon he was gagging. “Ha. Think I tried to take too much!” “No worries, bud, we got time. No one due home for a while.” This wasn’t actually true. About ten minutes later, after Brad and Skip had swapped positions, Steve was walking through the back gate. His eveng plans had fallen through, so he’d decided to come home and chill out in front of the TV. But, only after a good workout. Their property took the full length of the block, and Steve had parked on the street at the rear of the house, now entering through the gate at the far end of the yard. To get to the house, you needed to walk along the garage, which ran almost the full length of the yard. The front end, near the street, was for cars while the back end housed the home gym that Steve had set up. As he walked past the gym’s high windows, he heard a moan. A sexual moan. He figured it might be his brother Andy with a fuck buddy. He knew Andy sometimes did that in the gym, but Steve had told him it could only happen when Brad was at school or not at home. He decided if Andy was indeed fucking some dude, he’d ask them to stop in case Brad was home. He walked up to the door of the gym and looked through the thin glass that ran alongside its side. What he saw genuinely shocked him. He could see his son Brad kneeling in front of his friend Skip, sucking gölcük escort on the head of Skip’s sizeable hardon. Steve looked down at his son’s crotch, seeing his son’s erect dick for the first time. And he was impressed. The kid had around eight inches, which at that moment he was slowly jerking up and down, while his other hand pulled on Skip’s balls. Not bad considering he was still growing. Skip was the one moang, holding onto Brad’s head and occasionally leang over to run his hands on his bud’s shoulders and arms. He noticed his son’s arm as he slowly stroked his own cock, the bicep pumping on each thrust; how his rippled abs, with a light treasure trail, looked as he strained every time he reached up off the cock before slowly going down again; and his face, with the slight teen stubble, his chin and cheeks wet with spit, as he opened his mouth wide so he could stuff it with his buddy’s dick. Brad mainly had his eyes closed, but would occasionally look up to check in on his buddy. Skip’s breathing was getting husky, clearly close to blasting Brad’s mouth with a hot load. Sensing this, Brad straddled his buddy, moving them into a sixty ne, lowering his own drooling dick into his friend’s mouth. Brad’s muscles popped as he held his full weight up on the bench, careful to leave enough room for their bobbing heads while his hips thrust his cock in and out of Skip’s drooling mouth. And, together, they worked on each other’s dick until it became too much. Both boys began to moan like crazy, clearly in tune with the other. Skip’s hips thrust upwards, forcing more of his cock into Brad’s mouth. Suddenly, cum started shooting out into Brad’s mouth, but he couldn’t hold it all. He was new to this, so he just tried to catch it all in his mouth, but a lot of it just hit him all over the face, runng down Skip’s wet shaft and down his balls. Brad went wild, slobbering up all over Skip’s dick, and then he too came. Skip’s mouth was suddenly overflowing with the young stud’s hot cum. Both of the boys did their best to get as much cum as possible, but it was clear they were still learng the art of sucking dick. Steve watched as his son’s cum dribbled down the side of Skip’s face, only to fall down his neck and onto the weight bench. Their ragged breathing slowed as they came down, but their enthusiasm didn’t. Both hungrily lapped at the others’ dick, trying to get as much of that jock cum as they could. All the while they were runng their hands everywhere, until eventually they pulled apart. Brad rose up and turned back to his friend. The dirty fucker first leaned in over his buddy, and then leaned down to kiss. He’d saved a big mouthful of Skip’s cum, which they now shared in a sloppy and messy kiss, the cum now mixing with Brad’s. Snowballing each other’s sticky loads between their insatiable tongues drove Skip wild, making him moan deeply. The oozing covered their cheeks and chins, with the overflow drooling onto Skip’s neck and chest. The whole scene really shocked Steve. Seeing his son’s body, even Skip’s, was nothing new. The boys were always hanging out together shirtless, either wrestling, working out or hanging out by the pool. Over the years he’d seen them both fill out. He knew they were hot – who wouldn’t? But, he’d never seen them sexually. And certainly not like this. Until now. Steve’s brother Andy was gay, and Steve had played around with guys, too. Not that often, but sometimes the only thing he needed and wanted was a sweaty ball-busting fuck that only a hard muscle dude could provide. But, nothing can prepare you for seeing your own son having gay sex for what looked like the first time. His first instinct had been to make sure this was consensual and no one was being forced to do anything. After a few seconds, his brain adjusted to the idea that they both looked like they were having fun and were really enjoying it. He realised he was fine with it. At this point, Steve decided to walk back to the house. This was a lot to take in. Not just the shock of seeing it, and of seeing his own son fully sexually matured. But, by now, he cock was so hard he thought it might shatter if he touched it. Was it ok for him to react this way? Should he have been more protective? Or did he just want to run upstairs and beat off to the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his 35 years? He opted for the latter.

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