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-- Tad's first experiments with gay sex came during his various stints as a teen runaway. For food, for a roof, he would fall to his knees, and for the right price, bend over. At first this was simply a necessity, an ordeal, but as the various rough and baby smooth palms, fat, thin, long, stubby dicks, pot bellies and abs of steel converged on him during those months, his view began to change. He enjoyed the gentle caress of some, the rough, junkyard dog thrusts of others. He had never given himself over to another person in that intimate of a way, let himself be dominated.
He had almost forgotten that primitive feeling until today, until Aidan was pinned on top of him, popping his professional buttons across the couch and floor, tearing off his trousers and boxers, yanking away the last garments adorning his feet, leaving him fully exposed and vulnerable.
Tad guiltily stared down at his heavy erection as Aidan yanked him off the sofa, his tightly packed denim bulge nestled between Tad's crack, his hands massaging Tad's thighs as his body was offered up for inspection. Tad grimaced as JR's mouth fell open, yet, his dick strained, rigid and leaking, red, painful when Aidan flicked the thick base.
"What I tell ya, JR? I knew he had a big one."
Blushing from head to head, Tad was going to protest until he realized just how enraptued his son was.
"Dad...it's even better in the daylight."
Barely coherent due to the ministrations of Aidan, Tad's eyes bugged out at those words.
"WHEN DID Y-mmmpphhh..."
Speech became impossible with the skillful deep-tonguing he was receiving. Sick of the denim so coarse against his skin, Tad reached behind him, tearing open the fly and elaborate belt, grasping Aidan's length, squeezing in wonder at the width of his British dong. Aidan grunted, his tongue burrowing into Tad's ear, his hands pawing and clawing Tad's vulnerable nipples, his girth dry-humping Tad's plush rear end, his fingers marching down to inspect Tad's dark bowels.
In spite of his lust-induced haze, Tad could not get away from JR's innocence, JR's tempting, unexplored body so close to him. Tad had never been able to admit to himself of his recent, ever-increasing yearning for his stepson, his son in most respects, but Aidan had inadvertently tossed away the hurdle keeping them apart. Tossing his head back at Aidan's slow stroking and thick fingers, Tad whimpered, staring directly at JR, pleading for his touch.
Words became unnecessary, and JR, knowing, needing, stepped forward, letting his father's loving hands free him from his garments, surveying his young, tight body. JR trailed his fingertips down Tad's waist and thighs. He was slightly fleshy due to middle age, but still in decent shape. JR wouldn't want him any other way. This was the man he had grown up with, the man he would now cum with.
Tad fought back a shudder when JR's soft grip circled his cock, teasing Aidan's knuckles with white-hot familiarity. Tad could not fight his buckling knees when his son kneeled in front of him, deep-throating his organ within moments, fondling the low-hanging babymakers slapping his chin.
"Taught him well, I did." Aidan smirked, his stubbly chin resting on Tad's shoulder. They both watched, frozen, as JR's spiky brown hair bobbed back and forth while he inhaled the richly-sauced tube steak. Both were shocked when JR suddenly yanked himself off. Gasping, he massaged his father's thighs, gathering the strength to speak.
"I-I want you to fuck me, if that's OK."
With those big brown eyes peering up at him, Tad couldn't have said no even if Adam Chandler was beating down the door. They managed to make it to JR's bedroom, and as Tad was so busy trying to breathe and realizing he was going to anally penetrate his son in a room full of supermodel posters and textbooks, he barely sensed Aidan thoroughly rimming his buttocks while fingering JR's teenhole. The brisk, wet stuttering generating sparkes through his entire body finally caught up with him, and he shot out a large wad of pre-cum as he collapsed on the bed.
Aidan stripped off the last of his clothes while JR situated himself on the bed, his light coating of chest hair darkly contrasting against his pale skin. Tad reached out and twisted the large, curved nipples, maneuvering to get out of the way as Aidan joined them on the mattress.
"I wonder if this is a queen-size." JR muttered, chuckling nervously as Tad even more nervously placed the slender thighs against his neck. As he lined himself up to the tight, hair-lined chute, he felt himself being pulled back slightly, Aidan preparing him for his own joyride. Feeling the unwrapped, mushroom head between his cheeks, Tad unconsciously bucked forward, pushing himself into JR with a mutual moan from father and son.
Thus the rhythm began, Aidan controlling the action at first, his and Tad's hands joined in tormenting and pleasuring JR's pliant errogenous zones. Slowly, Tad became the conduit, thrusting back and slamming forward, getting used to having a warm tunnel around his meat for the first time in many months, a big dick up his ass for the first time in years. JR grabbed the back of his father's head, tonguing him with tender urgency, moving down to suckle his man-tits and jerk the small amount of Aidan's shaft sticking out of Tad's aching chasm. Aidan's stormy eyes were on JR at all times, as if to say, "I'm fucking you with your dad's dick," and even the thought of that sent a jolt of near-orgasmic ecstasy through JR, as big a high as all the drugs he'd taken.
Sweating, muttering, they each came near-unison, Aidan first, Tad second, JR last, all eyes on him as he screamed at the volleys of cum flooding his insides and exiting from his thin piss slit. The older men collapsed on the pillow beside JR, Aidan on top of Tad, still buried deep inside him, licking the sweat away from Tad's neck with rough cat licks. All three men held close to each other, finding a calm and peace for the first time in ages. JR only hoped the rest of the world was as happy in that moment as he was.
**
"Ben! Someone's going to get help, I know it. I'll go..."
Sputtering for precious oxygen, Ben squeezed Leo's hand, trying to say as much as he could without words. In all the time they had known each other, Leo had never seen such open love, such calm, on Ben's face. Leo just stared at his brother's ghostly white skin, the features set in shock and intense pain. Try as he might, he couldn't ignore the blood seeping from a wound near Ben's heart. Leo felt his heart breaking as well.
"Won't be much l-longer..."
"NO! I won't let you die. I wo..."
Another, less forceful, squeeze on his hand. Leo's eyes were so full of tears he could barely focus on his brother, but he blinked them away, the salt streaming down his cheeks and into his mouth as he whispered for Ben to stay with him, to stay conscious. Ben was talking in whispers now, barely awake, barely alive.
"Le...I-I set that fire. Tell them I'm sorry..."
Leo nodded, stroking Ben's hair, his sweat-soaked head resting in Leo's lap.
"I hurt everybody. You most of all. M-Must...hate me..."
Swallowing a sob, Leo muttered a no, tracing his fingers gently across the dying man's lips.
"Never. I LOVE YOU. I forgive you for anything you ever did to me. You hear me?"
Ben's attempt at a laugh resulted in coughing up a pool of blood onto his shirt. Every attempt at speech caused a grimace, but he had to talk, had to finish.
"Worth it then. I can d-die now, Leo. S'ok. I saved you."
Leo smiled down at Ben, the younger man's emotional walls chipped away, his face angelic, serene.
"Yeah, you did, baby bro. You're the best. I'm gonna make sure everybody knows that. Everybody."
Leo pressed harder against Ben's cool fingers, trying to keep him alive. Ben unable to do more than gasp out a few words.
"L-Love you. Alwa..."
Leo whispered the same back to the still form in his arms, leaning down to taste his brother's lips a final time. When he got there, the lips he brushed against were ice cold, lifeless, devoid of the energy and passion they had possessed only a few hours earlier. Leo knew. Ben Sheppard, Trey Kenyon, the troubled young man he had barely met, was gone forever. Leo moved his lips upward, kissing the cool forehead, gently closing his brother's eyes for good.
"Goodbye, Ben." He whispered, the last word uttered shakily as he slowly let the sobs overtake him, as he let his body collapse with grief in memory of the brother, the stranger, the friend, the lover beside him.