Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2010 20:08:47 -0800 (PST) From: Taylor Dane <email@example.com> Subject: Incest / Curious to Know / Chapter Two Curious to Know By Taylor Dane Previously in chapter one: "Do you care to explain this to me dad," an arrogant Bobby asked. "I'll give you an explanation boy," he yelled and grabbed the boy by the arm. His anger was growing by the second and he wanted to beat the boy to a pulp. With his one free hand, he removed his belt. "Drop them boy... now," he shouted and Bobby became afraid. "As a matter of fact boy, strip naked," he ordered the boy. "No dad please... I'm sorry for what I did," he begged trying to get away from his dad. "Oh believe me boy, you are going to be sorry," he said and shoved him to the floor with brute force. "Now do you strip or do I tear the clothes off you?" Bobby reluctantly stripped as he watched his father remove his own clothes. The belt in his hand was thick and the leather strong. His dad waved it anxiously and it only compounded the fear that Bobby was feeling. Now chapter two: "Dad... before you beat me... will you tell me why you chose to have sex with my friend Kevin and not with me please." Bobby asked as his tears welled up in his eyes. Robert stood there and contemplated his son's request, and it tore at his heart. Yes he was angry that Bobby had hacked into his most private files, even though he chalked it up to his youthfulness, he still needed to be reprimanded. "Maybe later boy, but first you need to learn that what's mine is just that, mine. Now over my lap boy," he ordered. Bobby knew that his father was right and what he had done was wrong. He reluctantly lay over his father's lap and waited for the strap to cross his flesh. Robert's anger softened as the warmth of his son's body on his legs calmed the savage beast within him. He dropped the belt to the floor and raised his hand high, bringing his open hand on Bobby's cheeks. Repeatedly he spanked the boy until his cheeks were rosy red. Bobby was crying hard, as he continued to spank the boy. His heart broke; he had never before this moment raised a hand in anger to him. Feeling remorse for what he was doing he stopped. "I hope that you have learned a lesson here son," he sternly said letting the boy stand. "Yes sir I have," Bobby said between sobs. "I'm so sorry daddy," he cried out and threw himself at his dad. Robert hugged his son to him as he too, cried. "You know baby boy, it broke my heart to spank you just as much as it did yours to have to experience my wrath," he said as he pushed his son back a bit, so that he could look in his eyes. "I know that dad and I love you," Bobby told him and then pressed his mouth to his, kissing him hard and passionately. Robert returned his kiss for a moment and then pushed him away. "No Bobby... this isn't right for us to do, it's morally wrong," he said, pushing his son back and getting up. "Why is that father... look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't want me." Bobby demanded. "Also, I want you to tell me why it was alright to do it with Kevin." Robert's feelings for his son were torn between desire and what his moral upbringing had taught him about incest. So with guilt and desire tugging at his heart, he drew in a deep breath before answering his son. "Bobby... this is not easy for me to say, but I have to be truthful with you. But even though it was morally wrong what I did with Kevin, I did have sex with him but it was you that I wanted. But it's not right for a father to want to have sex with his child... it's just not right Bobby." Robert said and fell to his knees in tears. "Daddy, don't cry please... I understand how you feel. I have wanted you also, but I knew that you would never want me. As I sat there watching you make love to Kevin, I imagined that Kevin was me. I wanted your lips on mine and your cock in me...not in Kevin," he confided and knelt in front of his dad, putting his arms around him. "You have always been my hero dad... always. I love you dad and if you could... would you... make love to me please?" Robert looked into his son's tear filled eyes and his heart warred against his mind. "No son... please don't ask this of me, because it's just not morally right," Robert said and got up, he grabbed his clothes and ran upstairs. Bobby knelt there in tears, he cried uncontrollably as his heart broke for his dad and also for himself. He wanted his dad for more than a father; he was in love with him. He loved his mother but he loved his father more, and as he cried it tore him apart. Robert was also crying at the top of the stairs. It broke his heart to hear his son crying over him. He reasoned within his mind, the moral implications of what he desired and what he knew he should do as a father. As Bobby's sobs called out to his heart, his own heart was speaking. Yes it may be morally wrong to desire his son, but then his son desired him. So giving in to his heart, he slowly descended the stairs. He looked at his weeping boy as he rested his head on the sofa and cried uncontrollably, his heart was moved. He walked up to his son and bent down to stand him up. "Come on Bobby," was all that he said as he led him upstairs by the hand. Bobby thought that he was going to get another beating because of how he felt. "Dad I'm sorry for what I did and I..." Robert turned, stepped down a stair so that he and Bobby were eye to eye and said. "Shhhh son... that is forgiven and forgotten," he said and then pressed his mouth to Bobby's mouth. Bobby instantly wrapped his arms around Robert's neck, kissing him back. Bobby opened his mouth, just a sliver, and his dad slid his tongue into the boy's mouth. They stood there on the stairs moaning in delight, both still naked as they surrendered to their hearts desire. "We are about to cross a line son that no father and son should cross. Once we do so we will never be the same Bobby," he told him and stared at his son hoping that he would do what he could not... walk away. "I love you dad and yes, I do know that what we desire is wrong according to society. But if I am true to my heart as you have always taught me, then I must also cross that line dad. If I didn't I would be untrue to me and I can't do that dad. So take your boy to bed and make love to him," he told him and kissed him again. "When had he become so wise," he thought as he looked at his son. Their passion and desire rapidly rose, as they tossed caution to the wind. Robert took Bobby by the hand and continued upstairs to his bedroom. As they stood in the moonlight that was beaming in through the window, they kissed. Robert stood back and looked at how handsome his son was with the light casting softness to his creamy skin. His eyes glowed and in them his saw his son's love for him. "I love you Bobby, I love you more than my own life," he said holding the boy close. "I love you dad and this is a dream come true for me," he said and gave soft short kisses to his dad's chest, his hands gently holding his dad's manhood. Robert kissed him, and as they kissed he walked him over to the bed. Gently he lay him down on the very bed that he had made him in. Bobby held out his arms to his dad, welcoming him to climb on him. With their mouths pressed together in lust, Robert ground his cock against Bobby's cock. Breaking their kiss, Robert sat up and slowly ran his hands over the young jocks body. He tweaked his nipples whenever his fingers grazed their hardness, and Bobby moaned in contentment as his dad gave his nipples pleasure. Robert wasn't in a hurry to simply have sex with his son. He wanted his son to realize the joys of making love and at the hands of a man over twice his age. Bobby watched his dad as he pleasured his body with his hands, and marveled at how handsome he was. Like him, his dad's hair was brown with a hint of red highlights. Bobby loved how his dad's brown eyes revealed the inner man's love for him. Bobby looked at the brown hair that covered his dad's chest and ran his fingers through it. Finding his dad's erect nipples, he gently pinched them and added pressure as his dad's moans increased. He pinched and twisted them until his dad was moaning out in uncontrollable ecstasy. "Damn you have me so turned on son," Robert said as he bent down and kissed his son hard, with a torrent of lust for the boy. Bobby loved his dad's strong muscular arms holding him as they kissed; they made him feel secure and loved. He cried. "What's wrong Bobby... oh God I have gone too far," Robert panicked, sitting up in tears. "No dad, it's that I have longed for this for so long that now that it's happening, I can't believe it. You make me feel so loved and secure when you hold me dad." Bobby pulled his dad's mouth down to his nubs, and Robert sucked them hard. The sensation of his father's mouth on his nubs had Bobby in ecstasy. Robert sucked and bit on the tender nubs until Bobby was in a sexual frenzy, needing his father to make love to him. Robert could sense that Bobby was beyond tolerance as he worked the boy's nipples. He licked his way down the boy's creamy skin, pausing momentarily at his cute naval. He ran his tongue around the rim of it before plunging his tongue deeply in. "Stop... that tickles dad," Bobby laughed and pushed his dad down towards his leaking teen cock. Robert ran his tongue over the scant beginning of Bobby's pubes, drinking in his sweet boy scent. He licked Bobby's hard shaft, up and down, before taking the head into his mouth. "Aaaaaagh fuck," Bobby yelled out and just having his dad touching his cock, he exploded his teen cream violently into his dad's mouth. Caught unaware, Robert drank as much as he could of the sweet nectar that his son was shooting. He chuckled to himself at how volatile the boy's cock was as he sucked it. He buried his cock deep into his throat until his son had finished shooting. "I'm sorry dad, but when you touched my head I just came," he said ashamed of his premature ejaculation. "Son don't worry about it, I did the same thing with the first girl that I fucked. I had just put the head of my cock to her pussy and suddenly erupted, shooting my sperm all over her pussy." "I love you daddy so much," Bobby said pulling his dad to him and kissing him. "Do it dad, take your boy and make him yours," Bobby said looking deep into his father's eyes. "Are you sure son, because as I told you, once we do it, we will no longer be the same?" "I'm very sure dad... now fuck me Robert," Bobby said chancing to use his dad's name. "So now its Robert is it, well junior, you are going to get a fucking like you have never had," he said and lifted the boy's legs before diving face first into his sweet ass. Robert nibbled and sucked around the pink teen pussy before him, before he shoved his tongue into it. Bobby's ass shot up from the bed, giving his dad better access to his pucker. "Fuck... more dad... oh fuck I need you to fuck me Robert," he crowed uncontrollably, as his father teased his teen pussy. Robert sat up and reached over to his nightstand for the lube in the drawer. He sat between his son's legs as he squeezed a large dollop onto his fingers. He gently massaged a finger deep into the boy getting him loose, before he added a second. Bobby was thrashing about on the bed as his dad fucked his teen pussy with his fingers. "Fuck me dad... now... I gotta have you in me," he begged. Robert squirted more lube on his hard nine inch cock and pressed it to his son's pucker. "This is it son, so are you absolutely sure that this is what you want," Robert said just inches from his son's face. Bobby said nothing, but instead kissed him and while they kissed, he put his hands on his dad's ass and pulled him into him. Robert's cock fully invaded Bobby's ass. Still kissing, Bobby's eyes widen as the fullness of his father's cock, sent a wave of painful pleasure through his young body. "Oh fuck yes father... fuck me," he screamed out, no longer able to contain his emotions. "Your ass is so fucking hot son that I have to wait a moment or else I'm going to shoot." He told him as he fought hard to control his unwanted climax. They kissed for several minutes as Robert waited for his climax to subside. As his impending climax drew back and slowly withdrew from Bobby's ass. "No dad... please put it back," he begged as his father's face gave him a sinister smile. "Oh believe me son, I'm going to put it back and fuck your sweet ass into submission," he said and then thrusted his cock deep into the boy who instantly rose to meet it. He looked down at his son as he made love to him, never once removing his eyes from Bobby. Their rhythm was gentle, neither being in a hurry to end it. But after several minutes of gentle fucking, their love turned to urgency, and Robert increased his rhythm. He began riding the boy with a faster rhythm as their urgency to cum became greater. Bobby held his dad by the hips and thrust his ass up to meet each thrust that his dad gave him. His own edge was rapidly approaching and he fought hard to stay it off. But his dad moved suddenly and began rubbing his nut deep inside him and he suddenly had to cum. "Fuck me dad harder... deeper... aaaaaagh fuck I'm cumming dad," he howled and shot his teen sperm out of his cock, hitting his face. He was fisting his cock as fast as his dad was fucking him. His father knew that he was close once Bobby's ass tightened with each shot around his pulsating manhood. "Ooooooh fuck son... to soon... damn it boy I'm cumming," and he blasted the boy's inside with his sperm, the very sperm that had once created him. Repeatedly they both shot, Bobby unto his stomach and Robert in Bobby's ass. Their cries of supreme ecstasy told how much they were enjoying this moment. Bobby cried once he had stopped shooting, because of the reality of the moment. "I love you daddy," he said between sobs as he held his father to him tightly. "I love you so much it hurts Bobby," he said and began licking his son's cum from his young face. They kissed. Contented as well as exhausted, Robert pulled his son to him in a spooning position, and soon Bobby was asleep. Robert lay there holding the boy that he had made just over sixteen years prior and thought. His mind still replayed the guilt for what they had done, as his heart wallowed in the contentment and love of the shared moment. He listened to the rhythmic breathing of his son as he slept in his arms. The warmth of his young body against his had Robert more confused than having answers to justify what they had done. "How can I look at my wife again, knowing what I have done," he thought there in the darkness, holding Bobby tight. "And for that matter... how can I make love to her, when in my heart it's you sweet Bobby that I want?" he kissed his son's soft hair before he eventually fell asleep. *** Bobby woke first the next morning and felt his dad's morning wood pressing against his ass. "We did do it dad, and it wasn't a dream," he thought as he snuggled back closer to his dad. His dad pulled Bobby tighter to him before springing from the bed. His guilt over their love making was more powerful now in the light of day. He looked down at his naked Bobby laying there and remorse for what he did flooded his senses. "Go Bobby... please go back to your room now," he sharply demanded. "I want you to forget what we did last night... it never happened," he barked and walked hurriedly off to his private bathroom. Bobby lay there hurt... in shock as his father's sudden change of heart overtook his young mind. He sprang from his father's bed and knocked softly on the bathroom door. "Dad please open up... we need to talk about us," the teen pleaded but to no avail. "I said to go back to your room son and forget that this ever happened," he angrily shouted from behind the closed door. "I won't forget it father, because you wanted this as much as I did," he responded and the door suddenly opened. Robert stood there in his robe, emotionless as he looked at his son. "I will not tolerate you back talking me boy. Now march your ass back to your room now," he said striking the boy across his cheek. Bobby stood there momentarily in shock, before he reluctantly went to his room. His sobs were so loud that even behind the closed bathroom door, Robert could hear him. "Forgive me Bobby for what I have done to you," he sobbed quietly, no longer able to tolerate his shame. He slid down the door, and cried hopelessly on the floor, and soon he had cried himself to sleep. *** It was late morning when Robert finally woke again from his tearful sleep on the bathroom floor. He woke with a jolt, terror struck him as he hurriedly got up and rushed to Bobby's room. He was not in his room and fearfully ran about the house, looking for his son. "Bobby...where are you son," he called out frantically but got only silence in return. His heart was pounding, as he sat at the kitchen table, unable to cope with the guilt and shame that he was feeling. He laid his head on the table and that was when he saw it, a letter addressed to him from Bobby. Dad, I'm sorry for the guilt that I caused you over what we shared. I won't say sorry for it because I loved what we did, dad. I love you and can't take living with you when you hate me for making you love me. Bobby. "Oh God what have I done," he cried out rereading the letter. He grabbed his cell phone and called Kevin. "Yo what up dude," Kevin asked. "Kevin have you seen Bobby," he frantically asked. "Mr. T is this you... no I haven't seen him," Kevin asked. "Why... what is going on sir," he asked. "Never mind Kevin and if you see him would you please have him call me," he said and started to hang up. "Wait... Kevin, if you see him tell him that I love him and that I am fine with everything now." "Sure Mr. T, are you sure that everything is alright?" "He's run away Kevin and... well he's run away." "Does this have anything to do with us... you know what I mean." Robert broke down and told Kevin everything about the night before and earlier that morning. "No wonder he ran away man, I'd run away also," Kevin said, not helping the situation or Robert's feeling any. "Would you just give him my message please," he said and hung up. He had just hung up when his telephone rang. "Bobby," he asked frantically but it was his wife. "No it's me babe, why... is there something wrong hun," she asked as he tried to pull himself together. "No honey... everything is fine," he lied. "Bobby went over to Kevin's for a while and I thought that it was him calling me back is all." "Are you sure because you sound nervous or worried?" "I said everything is fine babe, so tell me, how is your mom doing?" he asked hoping to change the subject. "Well her stroke was worse than the doctor thought so I will be here for most of the week or until I can arrange for her care." She told him and he could tell that she was distraught over it. "Sweetheart, you take all the time you need. I'll call my boss and tell him that I can't go on the road until you get home. He can arrange for me to work from home or the office. So you take care of your mom and honey, take care of yourself also." He said as his guilt for having cheated on her with Bobby overtook him. "Thank you baby and I'll give you both a call back later today," she said and they talked for a moment or two longer, before they hung up. *** Kevin hung up the phone, and turned to look at Bobby. "Was that my dad Kev?" he asked. "Yeah and he's quite upset about everything. He told me to tell you that he loved you and that he was fine with everything now." Kevin related to Bobby. "Really...he really said that Kevin?" "Would I lie to you dude?" he asked even though he had before. "I gotta go man; I really need to talk to him." Bobby wait, let him stew about it some before you go rushing back to him and his arms." Kevin said as his own jealousy grabbed him. "Make him pay for hurting you Bobby," he taunted. "What, are you crazy? He was just confused and didn't want to hurt me Kev." Kevin looked at his friend, and yes he was jealous of what he had found with his dad. His own dad never spent any time with him. Instead he would spend his time at the bar, drinking himself into oblivion until he was tossed out. "Please Bobby... don't go just yet." He begged him as he grabbed his arms to keep him there. "Owe that hurts Kev," he said looking down at Kevin's hands. "You're jealous of us aren't you Kev." "So what if I am," he snapped. "After all, it was me that he first fucked," he said more to hurt his friend then to state a fact. "That may have been so, but he told me that while he was fucking you, it was me that he desired." "You're lying," he said angrily and shoved Bobby hard, knocking him to the floor. When he fell to the floor, he struck his head on the desk, knocking himself unconscious. "Oh fuck... Bobby talk to me," he yelled unable to rouse him. "Bobby please, talk to me," he worriedly said. Kevin panicked and hurried about the room as he tried to think about what to do. He knew that his parents were out so he didn't have to worry about that. He picked up his phone and called Bobby's dad at home. "Bobby," Robert asked answering the phone. "Sir... help me, Bobby is unconscious," Kevin said and Robert feared the worse. "What did he take," Robert asked fearing that he had caused his son to commit suicide. "Nothing sir, we had a fight and I pushed him away from but he fell and struck his head," Kevin said in tears. "Is he breathing," he asked as he tried to remain calm. "Ooooooh," Bobby moaned from the floor. "What happened," he asked looking up at Kevin. "Ah... you fell Bobby and hit your head," Kevin said, forgetting that he had Robert on the phone. "Are you alright buddy," Kevin said helping Bobby to sit up. "My head hurts like crazy man..." he said and fell backwards, unconscious again. "Kevin," screamed Robert over the phone and Kevin suddenly became aware that he was still on the line. "He passed out again Mr. T," he said. "Call an ambulance Kevin, I'm on my way over," Robert said and hung up. Kevin hung up and dialed 911 and when they answered he gave them the details. "Now remain calm son," this male voice said. "You said he came to briefly before passing out?" he inquired. "Yes and he asked what happened so I told him how he fell and hit his head. He said his head hurt and passed out again... please sir hurry," he begged, his voice in a panic. Within minutes, Robert arrived with the ambulance right behind him. He opened the front door and called out to Kevin, and Kevin yelled from a bedroom at the end of the hall. "He's in here Mr. T," he said and Robert along with two paramedics, hurriedly rushed to the room. Bobby was out for the count on the floor and the paramedic examined him. He looked up at his partner and asked... "Give me the smelling salts," his partner pulled the small vile out of his case, broke it and handed it to his partner who waved it under Bobby's nose. Bobby began coughing and his eyes fluttered open before closing again. He waved it a second time and they popped wide open this time. "Stop that... those things fucking smell awful," he shouted as he struggled to get up. "You just lay there young man and let me check you over," he told Bobby. "Dad...what are you doing here," Bobby asked as he looked from his father, over to a crying Kevin and back to his dad. "I was concerned for you, son and when Kevin called me I hurried over." "Are we cool dad," he asked, not needing to say another word. "Better than cool dad," Robert told him smiling. "I'd like to have him checked out at the hospital by a doctor sir," the paramedic said. "If he hadn't been unconscious I would not be concerned. But seeing how he was, I'd feel better if a doctor checked him out. "I'd like that also," Robert agreed. "I'm fine dad... really I am," Bobby said trying to sit up. "Take it slow there kid, you might be dizzy." Bobby sat up and the room was spinning so he lay back down. The paramedics lifted him to the stretcher, strapping him on. Robert and Kevin followed them out to the ambulance and Kevin locked up the house before getting into the car with Robert. They followed the ambulance to the hospital and talked on the way. "Now would you care to tell me what really happened Kevin?" Kevin was nervous as he started to tell him. "Bobby was there when you called me sir... at my house. I gave him your message and he was going to rush home to you. I got jealous and tried to stop him to make you stew for a while." "Jealous... but why Kevin?" he asked concerned for the boy's reasoning. "He told me what you told him about fucking me and fantasizing that I was Bobby. I want to be loved for me... Kevin Parker and not just some easy fuck," he said rather heatedly and it got Robert's attention. "Kevin, I won't lie to you, I really was fantasizing about Bobby when I fucked you. We did it last night and even though I felt guilty, I want him." "That's it sir... no one ever wants me," he said and broke down into tears. "My dad drinks all the time and never gives me the time of day," he said angrily. "I know your dad, Rich was a good man and I had no idea that he was drinking that bad." "Yeah, as you said `was' a good man. He started over three years ago drinking and before that he and I use to do everything together. That's why his drinking hurts me, cuz he never has time for me now. All that he does is work and then goes drinking." "What about Claire your mom, why doesn't she say something to him?" "I guess you haven't seen dad for a while have you, mom left over a year ago. She was fed up with his drinking and just left, she never said goodbye or anything. I came home one day from school and found a letter saying that she was going away." "I'm so sorry Kevin, does Bobby know about this?" "Yeah, but I asked him to keep it quiet so social services wouldn't take me away from dad. You see sir, I love my dad just like Bobby loves you, and that's why I got jealous. He was realizing his dream and I wasn't." Kevin totally lost it and cried hard, turning his face towards the window. "Let me talk to my wife son, maybe if she doesn't mind, you can come live with us," Robert offered. "No thank you sir, my dad needs someone to take care of him," Kevin said wiping his eyes with the back of his hands. "Does your dad still frequent O'Malley's Bar down on Hancock Street Kevin?" "Yeah... that's his favorite bar," Kevin told him. *** Robert and Kevin waited for the doctor to examine Bobby. They stood off to the side and watched as the doctor examined him. Once finished he smiled and turned to Robert and said, "I think the boy is going to be just fine. He's got a slight concussion but nothing serious to worry about. Keep him awake for the next eight or so hours and then he can go to sleep. He may have a headache so I'll give you a prescription for Tylenol with codeine for the pain." Robert shook hands with the doctor who left to write up the paper work. "Bobby, I'm really sorry man for pushing you earlier," Kevin said his eyes cast down towards the floor. "Hey no problem bud, we're cool," he said holding his hand out to the boy. "God I don't deserve a friend like you," Kevin said as he hugged his friend. "Dad, are you sure that we are ok... you know?" Bobby searched his father's eyes for any hint of rejection as a lover. "Once you are ok son, I'll show you how cool we are," Robert told him and kissed the top of his head. The doctor returned shortly with a prescription for pain and the release papers. "Now you just rest son and take easy for the rest of the day." "Hey doc, can I have sex later?" he asked and the doctor chuckled. "A typical sixteen year old... nothing but sex on his mind," the doctor mused, smiling at Robert. "Yes you can son, but please wait for at least six hours before you do." "He'll wait, no sex is worth his health," Robert said and the doctor laughed. *** Robert dropped the boys off at home and got Bobby settled into the den. He made called for a pizza instead of cooking and when it arrived, he paid the boy and gave him a very handsome tip. "I have an errand to run and get your prescription filled so I'll be back in about an hour," he told the boys. "I want you to rest Bobby and Kevin I'm leaving you in charge." He told them before he got up to leave. "And that reminds me, no sex you two," and they both shook their head in agreement. He left the boys and drove over to O'Malley's Bar to see if he could find Kevin's father Rich. He and Rich had gone to high school together. As young teens they had experimented with sex between them. But when Robert went off to college, Rich took a job at a local factory and stayed. He walked into the bar and instantly found his old friend sitting in the corner, quietly drinking himself numb. "How you doing Rich, it's me, Robert Taylor," Robert said and Rich smiled as he looked up at his old friend. "Robby you horses ass where the fuck you been all these years?" Rich said extending his hand. Robert shook it and as Rich was holding it, he pulled him down to sit beside him. "Tell me bud, just what you been doing since high school?" Rich asked and Robert brought him up to date on his life. "So you see Rich, our sons are just like we were in high school...best buds. So tell me, why are you drinking so much?" "To forget is why, don't you know that booze always helps you to forget man?" he said slurring his words. "How about you and I go get us something to eat?" Robert suggested. "Like what did you have in mind to eat buddy," he said and Robert felt Rich's hand rubbing his thigh. Robert glanced down at his buddy's hand as it moved terribly close to his crotch. "You wanna Robby boy, just like we did in school?" Rich asked. "Sure Rich, why not," Robert said, and he'd say anything to get him out of the bar. *** They got up and Robert had to help him walk from the bar, his balance was that off. "Where did you park your car Rich?" he asked looking around the lot. "What car, I lost my license over a year ago baby. God you're still just as hot looking as you were in high school stud man." Rich said calling him by the name that he use to use for him. "Come on Rich, I'll drive." They walked down the street until they got to Robert's truck. He helped his old friend up and into the truck before running around to the other side to get in. "Here buckle up," Robert said and leaned across to grab the belt. As he leaned in front of Rich, Rich pulled his mouth to his and kissed him. As he slid his tongue into Robert's mouth, it tasted of beer, and it nearly made Robert gag. "Ok buddy enough, someone might see us kissing," he said grabbing the belt and fastening him in. They drove over to the old parking spot that they use to go parking at. As Robert did the driving, Rich reached over and fondled his cock. "So tell me Rich, what are you trying to forget? Is it your wife leaving you or what?" he asked. "I could care less about that bitch," he said. "What hurt was what she did to my boy Kevin, just leaving him. You gotta son... have you ever... forget I said anything baby," he whispered as he unzipped Robert's jeans. Robert moved around some to give Rich better access to his cock. "Damn you've grown in the cock department," he said as he pulled Robert's cock out and Robert pulled the truck into a thick overgrown area. He shut off the truck, pulled his jeans down to his ankles and turned, placing his legs across the bench seat. Rich dove down immediately and engulfed Robert's cock with his mouth. He continued to swallow his cock until his nose was buried in the man's thick bush. Rapidly his mouth glided up and down on Robert's cock. His lips forcefully wrapped around his hard shaft as he glided the wondrous tool. "Mmmmm just like I remember baby," he said lifting off his cock and then went right back to sucking his buddy's fuck stick. Rich hadn't lost a thing when it came to sucking and soon he had Robert to his edge. He could sense, even drunk, that Robert was close and relinquished the throbbing cock. "Damn it stud, you had me about to pop," Robert said. "Come on...get out of the truck, I want you to fuck me like you use to baby," he said and the two men got out of the truck, with Robert grabbing a blanket from the back. They walked off to a grassy area and Robert spread the blanket out on the grass, as Rich stripped off his clothes to get ready for fucking. "Damn, aren't you the eager one," Robert said as he removed the rest of his clothes. Rich was already laying on his back with his legs up. "Come on baby, get that fuck stick in me," he begged, eager to get fucking. Robert spit in his hand and rubbed around on his cock. He knelt close to Rich's ass and placed his cock's head to his pucker. With a firm but gentle push, it slid all the way in. "Fuck yeah baby, just like the old days," he said as Robert pulled all the way out and with a hard and savage thrust, buried his cock once again. Lifting up on his hands, he began to aggressively fuck his old friend. He hated doing it outdoors but the element of being caught added intrigue to the moment. His ass pushed hard, driving his cock deep into Rich's man pussy. Rich was moaning in ecstasy as he tried to get his cock hard. "Awe fuck... too much booze," he said and released his soft cock. Robert pulled his cock out of Rich's ass and dove down on his buddy's cock, devouring it. He worked for several minutes and finally the dead began to rise. Rich lay back enjoying the sensational feeling of his cock being sucked. "I have not had a blowjob in since you last gave me one Robby," he confided and Robert pulled off and looked at him. "Are you fucking with me, that was almost twenty years ago Rich," he said and quickly went back to sucking his once best friend. "Nope, your mouth was the last mouth on my cock. Not even the bitch would suck it," he said and relaxed to savor the moment. Robert was sucking Rich's cock when he felt a hand on his ass. "Don't stop what you're doing there stud, I'm going to borrow your backside," a voice said and he turned around to see a cop lowering his pants. "Oh fuck, look at the size of his cock," he thought as he watched it growing. "It's got to be ten inches if it's an inch," and he braced himself as he heard the cop spit. "You'd better hold on baby, Stan is about to mount you," Rich said smiling at his old buddy. "Stanley Richardson, is that you," he asked remembering an old teammate from high school. "Yeah Robby, and I've waited almost twenty years to get into this ass," he said and thrusted his cock fully into Robert's ass. "God damn man, you could have gone slowly," Robert said as the pain overwhelmed him. Stan didn't wait a minute but began to fuck Robert's ass aggressively. Robert returned to Rich's cock and continued sucking as Stan fucked him. Each time Stan would thrust into his ass, Rich would go to the root of Rich's cock. Stan hands held Robert by the hips as he drove his cock in and out of his ass. Each time that he thrusted his cock in, he would rub Robert's prostate. He sucked feverishly on Rich's cock and soon Rich was moaning in delight. Robert knew that Rich was close because Rich's breathing was getting rapid and his cock was chubbing. "I'm cumming stud man," Rich crowed and flooded Robert's mouth. He swallowed as fast as he could while Stan continued to fuck his sweet ass. "Damn your ass is tight Robby," Stan moaned as he pounded it with all of the might he had, jabbing his prostate. Spent, Robert pulled off Rich's cock and was moaning as his own climax approached. Rich knew what to do and maneuvered himself under Robert. He took his cock into his mouth and sucked it hard and fast. "I'm cumming Rich," he called out and spewed his sperm down Rich's throat. "Damn... fuck, your climax is pushing me over sweet cheeks," Stan said and gave Robert's ass a hard slap, causing Robert to shoot more. "Aaaaaagh fuck take it sweet cheeks, I'm cumming," and he gave one last thrust deep into his ass and held it still as his cock exploded inside. After several powerful bursts, Stan resumed his pounding of Robert's ass. Robert had just about finished his own violent climax but Rich refused to surrender his cock. He sucked it until he went soft, and then some. Stan's rhythm slowed as he too came to an end. He gave several more thrusts before pulling out. "God damn sweet cheeks that was worth every year of the wait," Stan said as he used Rich's shirt to wipe his cock clean and tossed aside. "I gotta get me some more of that ass and soon," he said standing up and bent down to pull his uniform pants up. They talked for several minutes until Stan's radio went off. "Well guys, duty calls," he said and hurried off towards his cruiser. Rich and Robert lay there naked, content for the moment in each other's arms. "Have I ever what concerning my son," Robert asked bringing up what Rich had said earlier. "What the fuck are you talking about baby," Rich asked puzzled and getting sober. "You asked me earlier if I ever and it concerned my son," he reminded him. "Oh that, forget I even mentioned it," he said and started to get up. Robert held him down and looked into his eyes. "Do I ever lust over my son, is that what you wanted to know Rich?" he asked and Rich sat up straight and glanced over at him. "Yeah Robby, like do you find yourself wondering what he'd be like in bed... you know sexually with you?" he elaborated. "Is that why you're drinking Rich, so that you can forget how you feel about Kevin?" "Is it that obvious Robby," he said as tears come to his eyes. "Yeah it is and no I don't wonder what Bobby would be like in bed, because I know buddy," Robert said and Rich just looked at him. "And do you want to know what Rich, Kevin lusts over you, and has for quite some time now." "My Kevin... no way he's all boy, no way he's gay," Rich said with tears in his eyes. "Your Kevin and my Bobby have been fucking around for some time now buddy. And just today Kevin told me about his feeling for you." "He did, you're lying Robby." "Rich this may hurt you, but I have fucked your Kevin," and he looked at Robert with tears in his eyes. "My boy, you fucked my Kevin, but why Robby. You have a son so why would you want to fuck my boy," he said and it was evident to Robert that he was hurt. "It just happened one day when he was waiting for Bobby to come home. He was telling me about how much he wished you were like me. I asked him what he would do if he was like me, and he just got up and kissed me," Robert lied, because he didn't want to hurt anymore than he had. "So you took him right there and then man?" "No Rich he took me and we made love. But all through it he kept saying that he wished it was you that was fucking him." "Take me to my boy Robby; I gotta make it right for him." Rich said getting up and looked around for his clothes. Once in the truck, Robert suggested that Rich take a shower and brush his teeth before meeting Kevin. *** Showered, shaved and dental hygiene finished, he was ready to go see his boy. He was now sober and vowed to never drink again. He was nervous as Robert drove him home to his house. He pulled into the driveway, and he saw that Bobby's bedroom light was on. The two men walked into the house and it was quiet. "You sit and I'll go get him Rich," Robert said. Robert went up to Bobby's room, expecting to find the boys having sex. Instead when he knocked on the door, it was a fully clothed Kevin that answered it. Bobby was sitting his favorite chair with his headphones on. "Kevin, someone is downstairs that would like to see you," Robert said. "Who...I didn't tell anyone that I was here," he asked puzzled. "Just go downstairs and see." He ordered the boy. "What up dad," Bobby asked removing his headphones. "Are you alright son?" "Yeah dad but what up with Kevin?" he asked. "Nothing son, just relax and listen to your music, we'll be right back," Robert told him and he placed his headphones back on. Robert walked downstairs with Kevin and as he turned the corner into the den, there was his father, and he stood up as soon as Kevin entered the room. "Dad?" he asked, shocked to see him standing there. "What the fuck do you want," he asked sarcastically. "If its money, you can forget it, I'm broke," he said defiantly, looking at his dad. Rich was in tears and they were softly rolling down his cheeks, he was unable to speak. "Well?" Kevin asked antagonistically. Rich looked to Robert and then back to Kevin and said. To be continued... So there is chapter two according to how the majority wanted it to go. You of course can voice, pro or con, on how you found it to be at: firstname.lastname@example.org Taylor.