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Subject: The Brothers Next Door – 11 (gay, M/tt, inc, oral, anal) THE BROTHERS NEXT DOOR: by Mobius Necessary Disclaimers: * This story is fiction; none of characters represent any persons in real life and none of the events described actually happened, at least to my direct knowledge. * This fictional story depicts sexual activity between adults and youths under the age of 18, including themes of incest. Do not read if this matter offends you, or because of your age or region of residence, it is illegal for you to do so. * “The Library is Open!”. Help keep the Nifty library open by donating at http://donate./donate.html * (c) 2021 Mobius Loop w/ permission for Nifty Archive Alliance. CHAPTER ELEVEN: Time seemed to freeze when I saw my beautiful 16-year-old lover standing nude in my garage. After my conversation with his mother, who had pretty much promised a “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy when it came to my relationship with her eldest boy, I had been floating on air and I finally felt the freedom to be with Ethan. While we would still have to be discreet — “VERY discreet,” as his mother emphasized — we wouldn’t have to make excuses around his mother and brother anymore. I stepped over to him, and held his face in my hands smiling down on him, kissing him sensuously on his lips. He returned my kiss urgently, wrapping his arms around me and pushing his nude body against mine. I could feel the pressure of his hardon poking into my own groin. “You wouldn’t believe it, Ethan,” I said, nuzzling into his neck. “Your mother… she knows about us. But she’s given us her blessing! We still have to be really secretive with everyone, but she wants you to be happy.” “Oh, Todd,” he sighed in relief, kissing at my mouth again. We spent a few moments entangled before he pulled away from me. “Danny says he’ll keep Adam up in his room playing video games until I come up and get him,” Ethan heaved in excited breaths. “I need to feel you. I need to cum. Can we play for a few minutes right here? Who knows how many chances we’ll have this week with Adam visiting?” I had such an amazing day and after Carol’s astounding revelation to me, I felt as if I could do anything. I nodded at my beautiful high-school sophomore, muscles nicely toned from his track training, and his cock throbbing and wet at the tip. His face lit up in excitement as I agreed. “Come lay down on the bench!” he said eagerly. “I have a surprise for you.” I approached the weight bench with curiosity. What could Ethan have on his mind? I had seen changes in both brothers since the big discussion at the beginning of the week had led to a truce of hostilities between them. As I stepped to the bench, Ethan stepped up and pulled at my t-shirt, tugging at it until he wrangled it over my head and off my arms. His hands quickly untangled the cord holding up my swim trunks, which were mostly dry now, and pulled them off my legs to the floor. I stood in my garage as nude as the boy, my own cock quickly plumping up in excitement. Ethan guided me to sit at the end of the weight bench, and quickly sat astride me, his warm bottom coming to rest on my thighs and crotch. I could feel his hardon pressing against me, my own cock hardening and pressing into his own belly button. He reached over to the weigh rack and picked up a long black ribbon he had placed there. No, not a ribbon — but a narrow length of black silken cloth. Looking into my eyes, he smiled lovingly at me. “A few weeks ago, when I thought my life was over, you told me to trust you and you would make everything go away. And you did. You got Danny to release his blackmail over us, and he’s actually stopped his bullying. You’ve helped my mom so much. And me. I love you so much, Todd, so the only thing I need to know from you right now is: do you trust me, too?” He sat in silence on my lap, holding up the strip of satin, as if waiting for my answer. I was unsure; I loved Todd more than anyone else in my life (besides my son), but to surrender myself into his hands like this — could I do it? But I needed to. This was the point of what Danny was trying to tell me the other day: I needed to be brave enough to love Ethan even when everything was out of my control, because a love that hides in the face of uncertainty is a shallow kind of love, indeed. Once Danny became of age and we tried to have an open relationship, I needed to be strong enough to love him in spite of the many challenges we would have to face. He deserved that. I nodded, and Ethan kissed me in happiness before reaching up and wrapping the band around my eyes. Everything went dark in my vision, and I felt him tuck and pull the cord until it was firmly around my head. I reached up with my hands to feel the blindfold, but Ethan quickly grasped my wrists and pulled my arms down to my sides. In a fluid motion, he pressed against my chest and pushed me down flat onto the bench. I shifted a bit to stretch out my back comfortably on the bench while trying to hear what Ethan was preparing to do. There were some noises as I heard him step around me a few times. Once, I felt something dangling against my bare chest. A clacking sound on the garage floor underneath me. Then again. I then felt Ethan’s body step over and straddle my chest. He was moving, shifting his weight and it felt like he was leaning over. My hands came up and stroked at his legs. He chuckled lightly, but as I tried to reach to go higher on his body, I suddenly felt restricted. There was a band pulling at my arms and as it tightened, they were pinned to the sides of my body. I felt very uneasy; this wasn’t the trust exercise I was hoping to have with my son in the house! I heard a firm plastic clicking noise, and as I pulled at the straps holding me, I could feel I was firmly held in place. I couldn’t lift my arms or shoulders, and my chest was well strapped to the weight bench beneath me. I felt Ethan’s mouth come down to my sternum and he kissed my hairy chest, just under the strap’s band of contact across my nipples, and then kissed his way down to my stomach. It was a beautiful tickle moving down my body and I eagerly waited to feel his lips on my manhood. But just when I thought he would slide his lips along my straining cock head, I felt him pull around again, and there was shifting and reaching around me. I suddenly felt another band come up on the outside of my wrists, pinning my hands against the sides of my stomach. There was pulling and tightening until I heard another click. Now, I could feel a strap across my belly button, wrapping around and pinning my arms down before wrapping underneath the weight bench. I pushed and pulled a bit, but my body was firmly locked down. With two straps, he had limited all of my movement. I couldn’t sit up or move my arms or hands at all. The only way I could shift position was if I threw my weight to one side to make the bench topple over… but I would still be strapped to it. I was helpless! My heart rate was steadily increasing and I had lost some of the hardness in my dick as I realized how utterly powerless I was in that moment. I had literally put everything in Ethan’s hands… and I wondered whether I had made a huge mistake. “Uh, Ethan,” I said softly. “I’m not quite sure if this is a good idea right now. Your mother is expecting you all home shortly.” I felt it was as good a bluff as any I could make. I felt Ethan lay down over my nude, restrained body, his hands gently sliding over my skin. He was feeling every part of me… the parts I had let grown weak and flabby over the years. Here I was with my mid-forty’s dad-bod — something which many young men would easily snub their noses at. But Ethan didn’t. He touched me with worshipful fingertips, warm, electric and lustful against me. It was quickly restoring my arousal again. “This won’t be long,” he whispered. “I’ve just dreamed of this for so long, right now we have a chance for my dream to come true.” I couldn’t see anything of what he was doing, but before I could give him a reply, I felt his hot wet mouth engulf my grateful cock. His lips sliding along me, he took me easily into the back of his mouth and to the opening of his throat before he pulled back to suckle on my tip. I was quickly starting to drool precum, and I could hear him give quiet moans as he tasted my fluids mingle in his mouth. At first, I was slightly panicked about being strapped down and immobile, but on the third plunge of his hungry mouth down to the base of my cock, I just let go. I surrendered to his touch and let me body melt against the bench as he made love to my cock. Floating in a blindfolded darkness, the moments felt like a blissful eternity as my attention was focused on his deep, wet slurping on my erection. Ethan knew me well enough to pace me, so I didn’t come too quickly. He knew when to slow down, and then when to pick up the pace again. For a 16-year-old, he was extraordinarily well versed in making love to a man. I wanted to embrace him. I wanted to pull him into position. As the older man — as the “dad” — I wanted to take charge. But he had left me so incapacitated, all I could do was lay there and accept the luxurious pleasure he was giving me. After several minutes, I felt Ethan pull away. “I am going to slip inside for a minute,” he whispered as he tried to catch his breath from sucking my cock. “I forgot to wash the chlorine from the pool off my cock and balls, and I want them clean for this next bit.” “Please hurry,” I encouraged him. “I don’t want to be like this and alone. In case an emergency happens.” “Don’t worry,” he whispered, “I’ll be right back. Remember to trust me!” I heard the padding of his feet across the concrete floor of the garage and after the sound of the door opening and closing, I felt alone. Alone, and uncertain. It was ironic to me that a young boy like Danny, only 13-year-old, could have identified my weakness so accurately. My entire life, the only way I could ensure everything worked out for my best advantage was to take control of the situation and use all of my will, all of my strategizing, to guide the outcome. I had always held the reigns — part of the reason I couldn’t become the husband that Brenda wanted — who herself had her own control issues. I could never afford to surrender. Especially with the pressure of needing to be a `perfect parent’ in order to maintain my custody of my only son, as a single divorced dad, discovering his homosexuality, I didn’t have the luxury of going off into wild abandon. I lay there anxious, aroused, excited and terrified all at once as I tried to relax into being restrained on the weight bench. Suddenly, I head the click of the door and the padding of feed on the concrete floor. Finally, Ethan was back and my little power-bottom could role-play some control dynamics and satisfy his fantasy. I could feel the heat of a presence at my side, which then moved to my legs and feet. The weight bench was only so long, so my legs were bent and my feet were flat on the floor. Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands grab my legs and start lifting them up. “Ethan?” I whispered. But there was no reply, just the strong grasp of a set of hands lifting my legs higher and higher. It rolled my hips forward, crunching up in my position on the bench, exposing my hole. Once they were high enough, I felt them positioned against a young man’s chest. It could be Ethan… he had become more and more dominant in his way and had started enjoying topping me. The naked body at my hips seemed to shift a bit, and as my legs came to rest bent over their shoulders, I could feel wet fingers dancing along my hole. “Oh, baby, that feels so good,” I sighed in relief. Feeling his touch instantly ramped down my anxiety of being powerless. Instead, I could just focus on the shivering slick touch of his fingers playing against my entrance, tickling along the opening and then gently pressing themselves inside. I groaned softly in response to his touch. I could have enjoyed his ass play for another twenty minutes, but sooner than I would have liked, I felt a hot blunt poker jabbing against my ass. Being blindfolded, I had no sense of time or what was happening around me, but faster than I expected I felt a bold, steady thrust and with a pinch and burning stretch, the cock slowly pushed itself deep inside of me. But my real surprise came when I realized the cock filling me up and pressing against the nut of my prostate deep within me was not Ethan’s. No, this was another young man’s cock, one I had become very familiar with. “Danny?!” I gasped. I heard a grunt of satisfaction and his telltale chuckle as he bottomed out in me. “I was wondering when you were going to figure out it was me,” he said softly. He pulled out slightly, then thrust back in forcefully. “I told you I would get my real present from you tonight.” He pumped slowly into my ass, allowing me to feel every push and pull of his thick shaft within me. I gasped in pleasure as I felt his hand wrap around my cock. “But… but… Adam?” I asked breathlessly. If Danny was here, then…? “Don’t worry about Adam,” Danny said in a quiet, soothing voice. “He fell asleep a little while ago.” Since I couldn’t see anything with my blindfold, for once I couldn’t see if Danny’s expression was earnest or sarcastic. But before I could start overthinking what was going on in the house, Danny quickly started increasing his pace, thrusting his cock faster and harder within me. It rocked me on the bench and made me yelp with surprise. “Tell me…” Danny hissed as he panted through his thrusting strokes into me. “Tell me what I love to hear, Daddy.” I gave a weak moan of resistance. I really didn’t want to play this game with Adam in the house — it made everything feel more confusing for me. “I love my baby boy fucking my ass,” I whispered half-heartily. “I love feeling my boy’s cock thrusting in and out of me.” He thrust aggressively a few times. “I’m sorry,” he growled in a low, lusty voice, “I didn’t hear that.” I cleared my throat a bit, and said in a firmer tone, “I love feeling my boy’s cock thrusting in and out of my ass. It feels so good.” And it did. It felt sooo good. But where was my Ethan? “Thaaaat’s better,” he groaned as he continued to thrust harder and faster into my ass. The weight bench was rocking on the concrete floor of the garage, and I was moaning and groaning louder and louder. Suddenly, I felt Danny lean over me, and there was a suddenly fabric being pushed into my mouth. His fingers gently pushed and prodded a large wad of cotton fabric in my mouth, and as it absorbed my saliva, it released its flavors onto my tongue. I could not speak or move my jaw, but gradually I could taste the flavor of dry cotton fibers and something stale, rank, and salty. As the flavors şişli travesti combined on my tongue, I remembered the musty smell of those cum-stained underwear I took from Adam that morning. While those had been laundered, these tasted and smelled the same. Another one of Danny’s cum rags, save especially for me? Well… I was willing to be a sport now — it was his birthday after all. He fucked me firmly and roughly for several minutes, and I could hear his grunting and the sounds of our sweat-wet bodies slapping together. He punched my prostate over and over again, causing precum to dribble from my piss slit and coat his fingers as he held my cock. But with my mouth gagged, I couldn’t moan or groan. I couldn’t tell him how much I loved feeling him fuck me. I could just lay there, strapped down, feeling him plow into me, and feeling the world spin. All of a sudden, he seemed to lose a little bit of his tempo, but after shifting down a bit, he restored his rhythm. My legs by now had slipped off his shoulders and were wrapped around his sides but unable to move because of my belly being strapped to the bench. His body felt close to me as he writhed on top of me. I suddenly felt his face close to my face, and felt his kisses on my cheeks. He even seemed to be kissing my mouth, allowing his tongue to dance along the cum rag he had gagged me with. It was now sopping wet from both of our mouths, and I felt his breathing get heavier and more urgent. I was already lost in the fog of hotness as Danny rode me right out to the edge of an overwhelming orgasm, but like a master, kept me on a very short leash and wouldn’t let me cum. Finally, the wet rag was pulled from my mouth and I felt Danny’s mouth hungrily latch onto my lips. Since our breakthrough on Wednesday night, I realized how much Danny loved kissing, and he tended to kiss me like a man starving. It was raw and passionate, but also felt like he was consuming me. He pulled away from me sharply, but I could still feel him leaning over me. The thrusts from his hips had slowed and now he kept himself deep in me, making hard pushes against my prostate. I couldn’t see anything, but I suddenly felt the presence of someone else in the room. Must be Ethan, finally back from the bathroom doing whatever it was he needed to do. At the same time, I felt Danny pull himself up and off of me, slowly pulling his cock from my ass and allowing my tired legs to settle back to the ground. He padded along the side of the bench until he came to my head. I couldn’t see, but I could definitely smell his cock and the familiar scent of his teenage musk and the musty, earthy smell of our fuck. I could feel its heat as it came close to my face, and without waiting for an invitation, I opened my mouth. The hint of bitter taste on his cock quickly passed and soon my tongue was feeling and tasting his sweaty teen hardness humping itself into my throat. He sighed with pleasure and relief as my lips and tongue started suckling and slurping at this rigid tool while I gently choked down his thick, heavy cock. Tasting him again seemed to short-circuit the last of my reservations as I hungrily took him down- the spit, precum, and mucous from my throat churning up at my lips. He groaned loudly. “Oh, fuck, Todd… your mouth is sooooo good,” he sighed, breathing heavily. “Do you love it? Tell me!” He pulled his puffy, dripping cock from my mouth long enough for me to lustily say what he expected, “Oh yes, I love it so much. I love sucking my boy’s cock and could do it for hours. My boy’s cock tastes so good.” I could hear Danny stifle a little cry of pleasure; he really loved our dirty talk together. His cock thrust wetly and slowly in my mouth until he froze and I felt the throbbing of his dick against my tongue as he started spurting bursts of cum into the back of my throat. It was thick and made me cough for a moment as I struggled to swallow it all. The smell of his familiar ejaculate filled my nostrils as I attempted to milk out his final drops with my lips. I could hear Danny gasping in release, lost and delirious making little mewling noises. I could feel some shaking in his legs and he carefully stood up, pulling his cock from my mouth. Here I was, blindfolded and tied down, my ass and mouth just fucked royally while my own cock was aching for release. I could only hope that Danny was feeling magnanimous with me and would let me get off. He stepped back slightly, and suddenly I was untouched. When I didn’t have one of the boys touching me, my mind started ramping up back into anxiety. Who was here? What were they planning to do? This already seemed as if Danny and Ethan were pushing their curfew to get home, and the last thing I needed was for the unexpected arrival of Carol. Or my son! I felt another presence to the side of my head. I was so disoriented from being blindfolded for so long, I was lost in figuring out who it was. I felt Danny’s heavy cock slapping against my lips. “Oh, Daddy,” he said doing his role-play, “do you really love my cock?” “Yes,” I hissed, kissing his shaft and head with my lips, “I love sucking on my son’s cock. Daddy just wants to please you.” He pulled himself away from my lips and I lay there is blindfolded darkness again. More than one person was around me; I could sense them — but why hadn’t Ethan spoken up? Ethan had never heard the role-playing between me and Danny. Maybe it was upsetting him. Someone stepped forward, and I felt a heat approaching my lips again. I figured it was Ethan’s turn. I opened my lips and offered my tongue, welcoming the next brother’s dick into my mouth. But suddenly, as skin was pressed against my lips, everything felt wrong. The scent coming from the groin pressing against my face was pool water, but there was nothing musky about it. In fact, it smelled rather sweet. Warm, silken skin from his crotch pressed against my face as a rod about the size of a Sharpie permanent marker passed between my lips. It tasted of chlorine and sweaty skin. My heart leapt in my chest and I desperately tried to lift away from the weight bench, but was instantly slammed back against the bench when I hit the straps. I tried to shake my way loose, but realized the only move I could make was tipping over the bench, and I would be the one at risk of a broken bone in that scenario. I opened my mouth to cry out, to scream “No!”, but the hard cock and the smooth, underage ballsack slipped into my mouth all at once. I heard a delicate sigh of appreciation as it sunk fully into my mouth. Jesus! No!! I desperately tried to pull away, but couldn’t. I realized that if I tried to forcefully to push him out of my mouth, I might inadvertently hurt him or scrape him with my teeth. I was trapped!! Tears streamed from my eyes, my heart breaking, as I realized I could not escape from fellating my 10-year-old son, Adam. I kept my mouth slack, creating a loose, wet pocket in my cheeks the hopes that he’d lose interest. But the boy kept moving up and down, pushing his boy cock to the back of my throat and out again. His smooth scrotum, dripping wet from my tongue, rolled and tightened in my mouth. I could feel and hear what must have been Danny adjusting Adam’s stance, moving his legs astride my head so his motion up and down was filling my mouth even more. I could hear them whispering quietly, but couldn’t hear the words as the wet slurping sounds of his prick and balls in my mouth filled my head. Danny! That boy and his perverse games! He had promised me he wouldn’t corrupt Adam! And now here he was, forcing me to sexually abuse my own boy. Adam was impressionable, especially where Danny was concerned. I could easily see Danny saying “Hey, I know this fun game we could play…” and then talk my son into doing this as a game or a joke. And what about Ethan, what did he know about all this? Through my inner monologue, my own cock had gone soft in the terrible realization of what I was doing. But within moments, I felt a mouth on my cock again. Experienced, eager lips and tongue, with hard jabbing licks and a firm suction — it could only be Danny. He knelt between my legs sucking on my cock, getting it hard again. All the while, my son continued to push and pull his package into my mouth. I heard his breathing and his light voice, making little moans of satisfaction. I spent several minutes of this in my mind, trying to figure out how to explain all this and how to make it right for Adam afterward. This would traumatize him! And once his mother and stepfather knew, everything would be over. I’d be in prison, where all of my actions with the boys next door would be discovered. I’d be in there for 15 years… if I survived! Child abusers don’t fare well in the prison system. But shortly, Danny’s urgent loving mouth had stimulated my puffy, well-used cock back into hardness. The stimulation shivered up and down my spine. I felt so conflicted, but so good. I didn’t want to surrender to this! What would that make me?! A monster! I’d be just like Jack, Danny and Ethan’s father who had been forced from his family when it was discovered he was regularly molesting Ethan. But laying there, mentally and physically exhausted from a long day and the torture of my current situation, my will collapsed. With the chlorine licked away, I could fully taste my son. Salty from his sweat and sweet at the same time, his erect prick gently pushed in and out, in and out. My tongue could feel it quivering, and I wasn’t sure if Adam was holding off on purpose or because he was scared of what would happen. God — I was going to give my son his first orgasm! With Danny sucking at my cock and balls below, being brought to the edge of my own orgasm, I slowly started shaping my lips and applying some easy wet suction to my son’s dick. He gasped, loudly. I could feel Danny pause, imagining he was looking up at my boy. “Do you like it, Adam?” “Yesssssssssss,” my boy hissed. I moved my tongue along his prodding shaft, eliciting another moan and a shake from him. “You can go faster if you want,” Danny encouraged him. “I dunno,” Adam whined. “It feels like I’m going to pee if I do that.” Danny chuckled lightly. He spoke to my boy like a gentle teacher. “It’s not pee, Adam. It’s that feeling you were looking for — you’re gonna make an orgasm.” Adam puffed a few times, his cock slightly increasing its thrusts into my mouth. “I don’t wanna hurt my daddy.” I could feel Danny’s hand on my cheek as I was now fully slobbering on Adam’s erection. “You won’t hurt him… your dad is a big boy and he can take it. Besides, you heard him earlier — he loves sucking his boy’s cock. It’s his favorite thing, so give it to him!” I couldn’t believe it… Danny had perverted our role play to help his plan in sexualizing my son! Tears streamed from my eyes, as Adam started really pushing into my mouth. He was too young to have precum, but I could taste his soft skin and feel the heat of his raging hard prick. The saliva in my mouth was being churned into a froth as he thrust faster and faster. Meanwhile, Danny had returned his lips and tongue to my cock. I heard a shocking gasp from above me, “Danny! I think it’s happening!” “Just let it go, Adam… you’ll love it!” With that my son’s body writhed itself on my face as he started spasming all over, his dick twitching uncontrollably against my tongue. I continue to suck at his cock gently … if I was going to be my son’s first orgasm, I wanted it to be as good as it could be. Adam started to relax, but as his hardon stopped twitching, I increased my wet suction on his cock, urgently milking on him with my tongue and lips. He seemed to gasp again quickly, and produced another shock-wave of shudders, his erection twitching in my mouth once again. Adam was gasping in high-pitched squeals as he came a second time, slowly raising up away from my mouth and pulling his scrotum and oversensitive cock from me. A dark part of me regretted that he couldn’t cum yet… I would have loved to know how he tasted. “Danny….” He sighed. He sounded like his was going to fall over, but I felt Danny reach up from between my legs and steady him. “All right,” I heard Danny say, praising the boy. “Now, do the other thing I told you about.” I felt Adam shift himself slightly and then lower his body to me. This time, I caught the earthy scent of his small buttocks press against my face and suddenly felt his tiny tight pucker pressed against my mouth. I cried out in shock and denial, muffled by his cheeks and thighs. My vocalizations only seemed to please him as the vibrations tickled across his boy anus. “Uhhhh,” he groaned, pressing himself firmly against me. The pressure forced my jaw open, allowing my lips to caress his little hole. Before I could even think, my tongue slipped up and started licking and prodding at him, tasting his clenched opening. It tasted of pool water with just a hint of boy — nothing bitter or earthy about it. Soon, my small nibbles turned into hungry thrusts as I pressed my tongue into his pucker. “Oh, Danny!” Adam sighed. “This feels so good!” Danny had slurped his mouth off of my cock, giving it a few licks across the head. “Don’t tell me, tell your dad!” It’s the most surreal and life-changing thing when you hear your own pre-pubertal son whimpering like a dog in heat, “Oh daddy… this feels so good. Keep doing this, I love feeling you kiss and suck on my hole like that. It’s the best feeling ever…. Keep going.” He humped his anus against my mouth, now dripping wet with my saliva. I felt something bump against my chin and reasoned it must have been his dick — sticking straight out from his crotch — as hard as he had been when he started. Oh, to be a boy when having an orgasm didn’t put your dick out of commission! Below me, Danny kept running the flat of his tongue from the base of my balls, over my scrotum and up my shaft until he swept off with a trail of precum. Over and over, he seemed to sigh each time he could taste my precum on his tongue as he swiped away. Adam at this point was bouncing on my face, starting to cause pain in my jaw. As if he could read my mind, I head Danny once again. “Hey, Adam, back off a bit. Doing that will hurt your father,” he explained. Immediately, fearful of causing me pain, Adam backed off and even lifted his ass away from my face. Finally, my mouth was free and after the maelstrom of events tonight, I would be heard. I would make this stop. But before I could finish inhaling to start my first statement, I felt Danny’s fingers roughly shove the cum rag from before back into my mouth. My mouth was full again and flavor of the cool, wet cotton rag started to dance across my tongue. “Come down here, and I’ll show that last thing you asked me about,” Danny beylikdüzü travesti said. I felt Adam move away from my head and pad his way down to where Danny was kneeling beside my hips. I felt Danny’s fingers dancing along my rigid cock… seven and a half inches, uncut, and pointing firmly up my stomach. Precum collected around my piss slit which then drooled out from the opening in my foreskin. It was pulsing. “Touch it gently,” Danny instructed, and I felt Adam’s smaller fingertips hesitantly brush along my shaft. I gave out a muffled yelp in surprise and protest. “Now, wrap your fingers around….” And I felt Adam wrap himself around my length. He let it rest in his cupped hand as he felt the weight. “Are you sure about this next part?” “Yes,” Adam said. “Okay, then… stick out your tongue and lick at it like a lollipop.” Less than a second later I felt the tip of my cock wrapped in warm soft wetness as a young tongue started quivering around the head of my cock, small delicate lips wrapping around my glans. I screamed out behind my gag, and I could hear the surprise in Danny’s voice as he said, “OR, you could do that! A bit aggressive, Adam… I underestimated you!” My son seemed to be lost in a fog, forcing his mouth over the thickness of my cock. I could feel his tongue trying to lap up all of my precum as he pushed himself deeper and deeper on me. I could hear the choking in his throat and I knew I was too big for him to take like this! But, he was trying so hard. He seemed as if he was desperately trying to take my whole cock in his small mouth. “Whoa, cowboy,” Danny said, and I felt him shift and pull Adam away, my son suddenly gasping for breath. “He’s a bit big for your right now… you may have to be a little bigger before you can take him all the way. Here, let me show you.” Then I felt another pair of familiar lips scoop up my cock. With all the stimulation, my erection was quivering and I could feel a warm, liquid hum building up at my taint. My orgasm was going to be massive! “Your dad is about to cum, Adam,” Danny explained, slipping his mouth from me. “Watch this.” With that, Danny started stroking my wet cock with his right hand as I felt the first two fingers of his left hand probe and poke at my hole until they slipped tightly inside. His fingers didn’t even have to find my prostate as the shock of the intrusion sent me over the edge. I screamed into my gag as I felt my cock pulsing over and over again. I heard my son Adam exclaim, “Whoaaaaaaa!” as Danny let go of my erection. I felt it snap back to my body, spurting pools of goo over my pubes and stomach. I collapsed back onto the bench in exhaustion and the world suddenly felt black and fuzzy. I had the distinct feeling of fingers tracing through the semen dripping off my skin as I drifted in and out of consciousness. All of a sudden, I felt hands tugging at my blindfold, and in a moment my eyes became blinded by the lights from the garage. It was painful, and as I squinted my eyes, I could see Danny’s face right beside me. I tried to lift up, but I had been left weak and clearly the straps were still in place. Slowly, he pulled the cotton cum rag from my mouth, and for the first time, I realized it was a pair of my son’s underwear. In fact, it was the very pair of underwear I had picked up from the floor of Danny’s room that he had been using as a cum rag. I thought I lost them from my jacket when I was picking up Adam from school the day before. How did he have them?? “You….” I muttered breathlessly. “You… son of a bitch…” Danny reached over gently and wiped some of the tears from my cheeks. He looked at me gently, without the brash or cocky looks I was used to receiving from him. “If you can refrain from loathing me for a little while,” he said gently, “you might just understand the gift I’ve just given you.” “Gift?” I wheezed softly. “You ruined my family!” Danny shook his head, “No, I helped you find your family. But I’ll let Adam explain it to you, then maybe you’ll finally understand. He’s tucked in, upstairs.” With that he leaned down and pressed his lips against my own, giving me the softest, fullest kiss — the gentlest thing he had ever done with me. Pulling away gently, he whispered in my ear one final time, “I love you, Todd.” I was beyond shocked! I heard the words I never would have expected to hear out of this young 13-year-old dominant alpha boy… but what hell did I have to cross through to hear them? He stood up, nude, and padded out of the garage and into the house. I needed to get up desperately. My back was killing me now, and I really had to piss. But I was still strapped to the bench! In a minute, though, Ethan opened the back door and came out hurriedly. “I’m so sorry, Todd,” he whispered. “I had no idea Danny was going to take so long with you. He asked me — as my birthday gift to him — to help him set this up. I was on the sofa, watching to make sure Adam didn’t get up or come downstairs while Danny was in here with you, but I guess the wine from dinner made me sleepy and I nodded off. I just slept through the last 30 minutes.” Ethan’s quickly unsnapped the nylon straps that had been holding me down, and once they were free, he helped me to sit up. It was then that he saw my face ravaged by tears and grief. “Holy shit, what did that fucker do to you?” he gasped. “Did he force you to do something? He stopped doing that stuff with me at home since the big talk… but did he do it here?” I was speechless and didn’t even know what to say. If Ethan was an innocent bystander in tonight’s events, then I didn’t exactly want to tell him about my son’s participation in Danny’s sexual games. “Help…” I wheezed, before clearing my throat. “Can you help me upstairs?” “Of course, baby,” Ethan soothed, helping me to stand from the weight bench. He put my arm around his shoulder and walked my exhausted body up the stairs. First, he supported me in the bathroom so I could release a long stream of piss into the toilet, which seemed to break through the silence of the house. After I downed a glass of water from the sink, he walked me into my bedroom. The room was dim, a small light from the lamp lending its glow. I could see a small boy’s form curled up under the covers. I heard Ethan make a brief, “Huh” sound, as if he wasn’t expecting to see that there. With that, Ethan lay me down onto the mattress. I was still naked and being put into bed next to my son that way. I tried to explain to Ethan I needed some shorts, but I was still unable to form any words. So, not really thinking about Adam’s presence on the bed, Ethan just tucked me in naked. “Danny said you approved a birthday sleepover for him and Adam, so I’ll be back early to pick up Danny for the trip to our grandparents’ house,” Ethan whispered to me. He kissed me sweetly and lovingly on my lips, and part of my mind realized he was probably tasting my son’s cock and ass at the same time. And from there, I disappeared into the silent, dark abyss of sleep. Several hours later, I awoke from a dreamless sleep. I was still in my bed on my back where Ethan had tucked me in. It was 5am, and a soft glow started to trickle in from the windows as morning was just breaking. Beside me, my naked son Adam had curled up against me, his leg wrapped over my own. I felt his crotch pressed firmly against my thigh. It brought everything back to my mind, and I remembered everything that monster Danny had set up! I had been manipulated into molesting my own son, and now I would have to try and pick up the pieces, and prepare for the consequences. “Adam,” I whispered to him in the bedroom. “Adam!” His eyes popped open, and after a few moments of blinking, seemed to remember where he was and a broad smile grew on his face. “Morning, Daddy,” he yawned sleepily. He seemed to cuddle up against me even closer, and I had to pull at him a bit to put some distance between us. “Hi, buddy,” I said, trying to breathe and keep my composure. “We need to talk about what happened.” He suddenly looked panicked. “Oh no, did I hurt you? I was afraid I was going to hurt you, but Danny said you would be fine!” “No!” I assured him, surprised that would have been his first guess. “You didn’t hurt me.” “But, but…” he stammered, “Didn’t you like it? Didn’t it feel good?” I couldn’t believe what he was asking. I had to stop this from going off the rails, “Adam, just listen, it’s very important…” I took his hands in mine and looked at him sincerely. I could feel the regret, shame, and guilt wash over me and tears were in my eyes. “I am so, so sorry that was done to you, Adam. I knew that Danny could be really wild sometimes, but if I had any idea he was going to do something like that, I never would have let you two spend time together. I never would have done those things to you if I hadn’t been strapped down and unable to escape,” as I finished my statement, I felt as I was going to blubber. “Can you forgive me for doing those things to you?” Adam looked at me with a look of incredulity on his face. I couldn’t understand from his expression what he was thinking inside. Did this mean he had been suppressing his shock? Or was he so innocent about sexual rules he had no idea what we did was wrong? “I… I don’t understand, dad,” he said softly. “Are you angry with me?” “No!” I emphasized. “I’m angry with Danny for talking you into doing those things! What happened was very serious and because of it, I could go to jail! By doing what he did, he could have destroyed our family! I could kill him!” Adam started looking panicked, “No, dad, you don’t understand! It wasn’t Danny… it was me!” I heard the words, but it didn’t make sense. It sounded like something Danny would have coached him to say. “No, Adam, you’re only 10! I don’t believe for a minute that you would have concocted this whole scheme for sex, or even carried it through. Normal ten-year-old boys don’t tie up their fathers and force them to give blowjobs! Normal ten-year-old boys don’t suck on their dad’s penises! Normal ten-year-old boys don’t think about sex!!” As I vented my anger, I looked at my son and could see heartbreak in his eyes. Whatever I had just said plunged a knife into him. What was happening? What was my son thinking?? “Danny, what’s wrong? I told you… I’m not angry at you.” “No,” he said, with silent tears in his eyes, “But I guess I’m not normal.” Wait. What? I watched as my son’s head dropped in disappointment. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around him and held him. He started crying against my chest. I didn’t understand what was happening. Was this some reaction to the events from last night, from being manipulated into sexual contact with his father? Through sniffles and sobs, my son slowly unburdened his story. For the past year, he had noticed that while most of the boys in his class were starting to take an interest in girls, he hadn’t. In fact, the only thing he noticed was that sometimes when he was hanging around with Charlie or Doug, he would get butterflies in his stomach. Well, one day during a sleepover, Doug’s older brother was there and showed the boys some porn clips. One of the clips showed two men together with a woman. Adam was fascinated watching the men kiss and suck and fuck each other while they pleasured the woman. Since then, while Doug only seemed to talk about the women from the films, Adam could only think about the two men. As time passed, it had become something of an obsession and Adam couldn’t stop thinking about it. Finally, one evening while his mother’s boyfriend John was watching him, Adam had let something slip in their conversation. John probed with questions until Adam finally admitted his feelings. He was suddenly shocked that John said he understood, and while his feelings would not be understood by me or his mother, John would help Adam learn how we really felt and would support him any way he could. Meekly, Adam explained that John had set up an anonymous email account for him (even though he knew he wasn’t allowed one) so he could use it to register for certain websites. Apparently, John reset the parental filter on the household WiFi, and then explained to Adam carefully about how to lie about his age in order to get into these websites. John was explicit that he shouldn’t say anything to his mother or me about it until I was much older, because while we wouldn’t support his feelings at his age, John would. In the weeks that followed, Adam looked at a lot of websites and watched a lot of videos. He liked the way they made him feel hot in his chest while his stomach danced in excitement — causing him to coin the phrase “fireflies” to describe his feelings. His favorites, though, were watching men together. He liked the videos with the older, hairier men best. He could see how excited they were and the amazing feelings they groaned and moaned about, and it got him more and more curious. But he had no one to talk to, except John. Occasionally when they were alone, John asked if Adam had seen anything fun on the websites. Or he would email Adam a new web link that featured more and more explicit films. Finally, John sent him an email link to a video that changed Adam’s world. It was a pretty rough video with poor resolution — probably homemade — which showered a larger, older man licking the center of a boy’s butt, a boy who looked even younger than Adam! They were in silhouette with the light behind them, their bodies hidden in shadow. The boy’s face was out of the camera frame, but Adam could see his small smooth body, slightly chubby, as the man had him rolled up and was kissing and licking at his hole. Then the man put the boy’s penis in his mouth and sucked and sucked on it. The boy was squealing with delight as his dick got really hard and stiff. Finally, at the end of the clip, the man rubbed his big erect penis against the boy’s ass, poking and prodding it. While he didn’t push it inside, the man did cry out and gasped as spurts of fluid came out and rained down on the boy’s body. Through the whole film they kept calling each other “daddy” and “son”. By the end of it, Adam was rigidly hard with probably his first sexual erection. He didn’t know what to do with it, but he replayed it several times and felt the fireflies dancing inside him. John kept asking him how he liked the movie, and explained to Adam the film was very special because it is very rare when a dad and son love each other enough to have sexy time together. John even once `offered’ Adam the chance to try it himself… “so that Adam could understand if his feelings were true or not.” But Adam didn’t want to do anything with John. While John had been kind enough to keep Adam’s secret, he still struck Adam as a little creepy. istanbul travesti But all the times he watched that video of the dad having sex with his son, it did make Adam think about me. He thought I was handsome and he liked looking at my body. The idea of us together like the two in the video gave Adam “fireflies”. But he didn’t know what to do, and if he didn’t do it right, I might reject him and prove that we didn’t love each other in the special way John told him about. Then he met Danny at my house, and when Danny was telling Adam how his brother liked older men, Adam felt as if maybe Danny was someone he could talk to. Well, Danny had more than cool about it and the two boys had spent most of the last week talking about Adam’s feelings for men, especially me. Adam was upset and didn’t know what he could do, but Danny seemed very encouraging. Danny said having known me that he was sure I would love him in the extra-special way John had talked about, but that we’d have to do it in a very carefully because Danny said I got scared really easily. Danny had also told him what if we did this special thing, that no one else could know about it. The law would land me in a lot of trouble if anyone knew, and it didn’t matter that Adam had initiated it. So, while Danny didn’t explain what he would do, he said he would set it up the night of his birthday party, provided that Adam could keep everything top secret. While he didn’t know what to expect, seeing me blindfolded like that made Adam very excited — that I wouldn’t know it was him at first. He had talked to Danny about what he wanted to experience, and just like the film between a father and his son, he wanted to feel me sucking on his dick, he wanted to feel what it was like having his butt licked and kissed, and he wanted to see a grown man shoot cums. I was floored, unable to believe what I was hearing. Had my son been gay all this time? Why had he never talked to me about his feelings? But even as I pondered the question, I knew why. I had struggled already the last several weeks, fussing about him spending time with Danny and that I was not mentally ready to consider Adam as a growing young man on the verge of puberty. I still wanted to hold onto him as my innocent little boy. I was keeping the adult world from him at arm’s length, and I wouldn’t be able to see him with a sexual identity yet. In my own denial of his getting older, I had prevented him from opening up to me. “Danny helped me, but last night was my idea,” Adam sniffed. “He thought you could love me that way. He even showed me on Friday how you let Ethan give you a blowjobs, to prove that you enjoyed sex with other boys. But, I guess he was wrong. You’re so mad that it happened, so you must not care about me that way.” I held my son’s face with wet crying eyes and runny nose against my bare chest as I kissed the top of his head. I had to figure out how to make this okay for him. I had been so obsessed about what this would mean for me, I had never considered this had been Adam’s dream come true. “Adam,” I said finally, using the softest voice I could. “I had no idea you felt that way, especially about me. I’m sorry if my reaction made you think I didn’t care about you, too. You are the most important person to me on this earth, and I love you more than anything. You’re my son, and I would spend my last breath to protect you and keep you happy and safe.” “But, then why are so upset?” he asked me. “Oh, bedbug, the last thing I was expecting was that my own son wanted sexual contact with me. I want you to understand that while you may have those feelings, it is not something that happens every day. I guess John was right in saying it was a very rare thing for a father and their son to love each other like that — because it is not a regular, normal, everyday thing. But I think John taught you some ideas that were more for his benefit and not for yours.” “What do you mean?” “There are some men — and women — out there who get `fireflies’ when they think about having sexy times with young people like you. And most of the times, these adults don’t really love those young people, they just use them to get their sexy feelings. That’s why it’s against the law for adults and young people to have sex together, because it can be emotionally hurtful to children who don’t understand. And that’s why I could go to jail for what happened,” I explained carefully. “Daddy,” he said solemnly, “I would never tell on what happened last night. You gave me the best feelings of my life, and I would never want you to ever get hurt because of it! I love you most of all, too!” Adam reached himself up and pressed himself against my lips. His first adult kiss, I parted my lips slightly to allow him to kiss me, slipping his small wet tongue into my mouth. Now that I knew his feelings were genuine and not confused, I could trust it would not be overwhelming for him. “Daddy?” “Yeah, bedbug?” “Um, does this mean we can do those things again?” he asked softly, nervously, still afraid of my rejection. For some reason, it was then that I realized this life I thought I had was a fiction. I had all these ideas about the people I shared my life with: Carol, Ethan, Danny, even Adam — but there was so much more to them than I imagined. Our ideas about the world can leave us so blind that we only see what we expect and not see things how they truly are. In my life, I had defined my world around the idea of good people versus bad people, everyone being one thing or the other. But the players in this drama weren’t just good OR bad. Maybe in the end, it meant there was no such thing as good people or bad people. Maybe, it was just people who were trying to be better than they were yesterday, and people who weren’t. Including me. I had made all of my choices trying to be so careful it would hurt no one; that my choices would only be good because the outcomes didn’t bring pain or suffering. I tried so hard to make these decisions wisely that I lost the essence of living. Once again, Danny’s words to me from Wednesday night came back to my mind: “That’s your problem, Todd — you can’t control life, so why waste your life worrying about the stuff you can’t control? … So don’t be a hypocrite — either stop doing the shit that is freaking you out, OR just let it go and enjoy it with no regrets. If I could make you understand ONE thing, that would be it.” Maybe that’s why Danny did it when he orchestrated last night. He wanted me to confront my fears of control and normality and, in the process, give me a truthful relationship with my boy. Maybe he was trying to give me a gift. Unafraid, I hugged my son closely, allowing my hand to slip down and touch his bum. I let my finger softly touch his little hole and rubbed it back and forth gently. His eyes seemed to flutter back in his socket as a wave of pleasure moved through him. “Did you have any requests?” I asked him. “Uhhh… can you… suck on me again?” he moaned. “I really liked it last night. Then can I suck on you later?” I laid my boy back onto the mattress and maneuvered my way down over his crotch. It was the first time I had seen him clearly — last night I was blindfolded — so I got to marvel at his soft three-inch noodle and the soft scrotum behind it. I leaned down, and still smelling the sweat and sexual funk from the night before, I kissed him gently — willingly — on his prick. After a minute of gentle kisses, I felt his cocklette was getting chubbier. Thicker. Harder. Suddenly, my lips were kissing a hard three-and-a-half-inch erection, about the size of a fine-tip Sharpie pen. Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my mouth around it. With the panic from the night before dispelled, I could authentically and lovingly suckle at my boy’s dick. It moved softly in and out of my mouth as I moved up and down. Adam pressed himself back into the pillow, rolling his head back and forth as he rode the wave of tingles I was building in his groin. His fireflies were swarming in his tummy and chest as I kissed, licked, and sucked at him. “Oh, daddy, that feels so good!” I grunted in acknowledgment. We would have to talk much about Adam’s feelings and what this would mean going forward. This would change our relationship, but Adam would always have the power between us. I worried whether he would become fixated, and it would become an obstacle to his future relationships, but he and I would have plenty of time to discuss how love and relationships needed to work. For now, I just wanted to make my son feel good. He had asked so nicely. As I kissed him, moving my lips down to top of his small smooth scrotum, he gasped loudly. I pulled my lips away to watch his dick quiver and shake, but nothing came out. When he seemed to calm down and stop shaking, I went down to his groin again and kissed his dick lightly, then kissed at his scrotum. He moaned his way back into unconsciousness, and I soon joined him. About an hour later, I woke up again. It was now 7am, and as I looked, Danny was lying against me, spooned up along my back. He held me to his body as I myself was snuggled against my son’s hip. I turned my head to look him in the face. My feelings about him had been reversed so thoroughly in the last day, I honestly didn’t know what to think as he smiled at me. “Good morning, Todd,” he whispered, kissing my lips. “How are you feeling?” “Insane,” I replied. While it was tongue-in-cheek, it was still accurate, especially after the story Adam told me earlier that morning. “Well, life is a bit insane anyway,” he replied. “But did you guys talk? Do you understand?” “Yes, Danny,” I said. “It’s the only reasons you didn’t wake up to my hands around your throat.” Danny shook his head, “Could you have surrendered yourself enough to love your son the way he wanted you to if we HADN’T gone through all that?” I was suddenly aware that Danny’s demeanor was suddenly less like the angry bully of an alpha boy I had come to love and more like that of a teacher. But he had a point with his question. “No,” I sighed. “Probably not. But … your promised me, Danny. I didn’t want Adam to go down this road yet. He’s so young.” “I kept my promise to you,” he explained in a low voice so Adam couldn’t hear us. “I never brought up any of the things that happened with us. But when he talked about his feelings for you, I couldn’t honestly lie and pretend you couldn’t reciprocate for him. And you’re right… he’s a little young, but he’s already on that road so maybe its best that his dad escorts him safely.” I looked into his eyes and I struggled. He had brought me so much pain, but also so much insight. “Why, Danny? Why did you do all this?” “Because while I can’t love you like my brother can,” he whispered, “it was killing me watching you suffer all the time. You were caught in a prison of all these absolute rules you have in your head — you were driving yourself crazy. The best thing that ever happened to you — my brother — and you couldn’t even enjoy it because you were constantly torturing yourself about it. When I found out how Adam really felt about you, I knew I would have to push you further than ever to get you to accept his feelings, and accept some of your own happiness.” “Was this all a con, then? There have been so many games with you, Danny, I’m not sure what is true and what is just another ploy for you.” He sighed as his hand stroked my belly, “It wasn’t a con. When we first met and I would hear you go on and on about your son, I hated him so much. Why couldn’t I have had a father like you, getting all the attention you gave to Danny? But then I met him… and… I couldn’t hate him anymore. I wanted so hard to feel what he had — for us to call each other Daddy and Son — but no matter how much fun it was, it would never be true. And in the end, I knew I couldn’t live with myself if I stole you away from him. It would have destroyed his world.” “Are you saying what…” “I’m in love with Adam,” he whispered. “I know he’s too young to do boyfriends or girlfriends, but I want to be part of his life. I want him to love me, too, but if he doesn’t ever feel that way, I’d still be like an older brother to him, protecting him and making him happy. And that means no more games between us. While I’m still going to need some serious fuck time with you, mind-fucks won’t be involved anymore. For Adam’s sake, truce.” I couldn’t believe it what I was hearing from Danny’s mouth! The angry young boy had fallen in love. While he still had his bold, dominant attitude, his love had softened him. He was willful, but with a purpose: to earn the love of his crush, my son. “Danny… can you answer a question for me?” “Sure,” he chuckled. “The underwear last night… how?” He chuckled even louder, “Your boy has a big underwear fetish. I don’t know what he’s watched on the internet, but he had given them to me last week. He wanted me to jerk off into them, and then give them back so he could wear it to school. His idea was the inspiration last week when I had you shoot your load into a pair of his underwear. I didn’t even realize they weren’t in my room anymore until he gave them back to me yesterday! He said he saw them and stole them from you when you picked him up from school. He didn’t know how you got them, but was sending them back to me to finish the job.” My little boy was certainly revealing himself to be a lot more than what meets the eye. With that, we lay back down and Danny snuggled up against me. His glorious soft alabaster cock nestled itself between my cheeks and while it felt full and plump, he did not try to fuck me. For once, he just held me until we drifted to sleep. A little while later, it was 8:30am and all of us were up. Ethan had arrived and was sitting in my kitchen chatting as I was making breakfast. Danny was upstairs putting on a change of clothes that Ethan had brought over. The two brothers were going to their grandparents’ house for another little birthday gathering for Danny, and Carol would be by in a few minutes to pick them up in the car. I could hear Adam in the shower upstairs. For a Sunday morning, it felt so relaxing and fun. There was a firm knock on the door, and not really thinking about it, I went to the front door expecting it to be Carol collecting the boys. But I was surprised as I opened to the door to find a young man and woman standing there, dressed very professionally. “Are you Mr. Todd Davis?” the woman asked me. I was very confused. “I am. May I ask you who you are?” “Are you the father of Adam Davis?” the man asked, without acknowledging my question. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. “I am, but who are you?” “I’m Agent Tillson, and this is my partner, Agent Monroe,” he said easily. “We’re with the FBI.” They flipped open their wallets, flashing the identification badges with the large FBI logo on them. “Mr. Davis,” the young woman continued, “May we come ail Other Nifty Stories by Mobius: The Brotherhood fty//gay/highschool/the-brotherhood-redux/

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