Like Father Like Son: Catching Up With Brandon

Here's a little excerpt from one of my books:

I’m just an average young guy. Nothing special. I live in the suburbs with my dad, a divorced construction worker, and my older brother Carter. My mom lives in the city in her fancy condo.

I think we’re a pretty average family in many ways, except for maybe the fact that my father and I have both recently begun having sex with men.

We have talked about it a little.

It all kind of started with our neighbor, Brady. He’s a cop. A big, sexy, butch, alpha male cop.

From what I know, his wife suggested they have a threesome, with another woman, and that somehow led to a foursome with the woman’s husband.

Something happened during that little get together. Brady got his cock sucked by the man and did a little sucking himself. Or so he told me. That was it, he was hooked.

He suddenly became interested in my dad and me.

My dad’s a construction worker like I said. He works long days, and comes home exhausted, sweaty, and in need of a hot shower and sometimes a nap. My mom used to freak out that he’d be tracking dirt in the house and that he’d leave their bathroom in a total mess.

I just don’t think she understood how back-breaking his job could be.

Or maybe she just didn’t care.

They had a lot of fights about it.

She kept saying she wished she married someone clean, like a doctor or a lawyer. She also had expensive tastes. But they were young and had married for love, or so they thought.

I wasn’t surprised when they finally split up.

But before that happened my dad tried to resolve the issue by installing a bathroom, with a big shower, in the basement. He’d come home, go downstairs, have a hot shower then watch some TV in his man-cave. Though it wasn’t much of a man-cave, just a big screen TV, comfy couch, coffee table, some chairs, and bench press, and some free weights, which he never had to use because he got a lot of physical activity on the job.

So, Brady must have seen my dad through the basement window, laying there, his bathrobe wide open and his tanned, hairy, muscular body on display, along with his hard cock. My dad always gets hard when he’s asleep. I’ve seen it. A lot.

He wasn’t doing it on purpose, he’s just a restless sleeper.

Sometimes he even sleepwalks, when he’s really stressed out. He doesn’t like to talk about his problems, he just suppresses them. But the subconscious is a tricky thing and even though he’d act like everything was okay, his mind would get the upper hand when he slept.

He didn’t sleepwalk a lot, but we’d all seen it.

So Brady, really hungry for a cock to suck and a load to swallow had come down into our basement. He’d let himself into our house and went right to the basement. He’d sucked my dad good, but quietly and gently, hoping he wouldn’t wake up.

But he did, eventually. I could tell.

You know how I know? Because I was watching.

It wasn’t on purpose, I was down there doing laundry and I heard Brady come in. I was hiding in the furnace room and I saw it all. I saw him come down in his cop uniform, walk through the darkness to where my dad was laying on the couch, his bathrobe open, his cock, hard and ready.

That big burly cop got down on his knees and began sucking my dad’s cock.

I couldn’t stop watching.

It was so hot.

It made me so hard.

I took my own cock out and began stroking it.

Fuck, watching Brady, so butch, so fucking handsome in his uniform, on his knees sucking my dad, it did something to me. It made me so crazy with desire.

I wanted to be the one laying on the couch.

I wanted to be the one inside Brady’s mouth.

I wanted to be the one to feed him my load.

I knew I liked men, I’d been having crushes on them since I was old enough to get erections, but I’d never done anything about it. I used to watch and fantasize about my neighbor, Mr. Greenspan. He’s a beefy, straight, butch, kind of gruff daddy.

I fantasized about him a lot.

I jerked off thinking about him and the things I wanted him to do to me.

I’d stand at my window, watching him sometimes, and I’d get hard and then I’d have to do something about it.

That’s when I knew what I like.

I like older men.

I like daddies.

I don’t care so much about their bodies, I like tall, short, muscular, lean, chubby.

And I’m not overly concerned with age, except I do like men in their thirties, forties, and fifties the best.

I’ve even seen some guys in their sixties and seventies that are handsome as fuck though too.

But I’m new at this and I haven’t been with that many men.

Brady was the first man, but not the first guy I was with.

He caught me watching what he was doing to my dad.

I knew it and he knew it and it didn’t take long for him to turn some attention towards me.

Which I was more than eager for.

But I didn’t have much experience.

He taught me a lot.

He knew about a peephole my brother had drilled in the wall of our shed so he could spy on Brady’s wife in their hot tub, or so he said. Brady must have found that peephole, although he never said anything about it.

But then, when he realized I was into men, he did something to that peephole. He made it bigger. Big enough for a cock to slip through. He’d made it into a glory hole and then he showed me how to use it.

I sucked a cock through it, but it wasn’t his, I’m wasn’t even sure who’s it was, but I figured that out later. I did know it was a nice big fat daddy cock, and that’s all that mattered.

But the first cock I sucked was my best friend’s. His name is Steve and he taught me how to play the cum game. He told me it was a good idea to suck a dick and taste cum as soon as possible, to see if I was gay, straight, or bi.

Now, I’m not an idiot, I knew he just wanted to get his cock sucked and I was okay with that. Steve has a hot little body, a tight ass, a nice juicy cock and he’s my best friend. If you can’t wrap your lips around a willing buddy’s meat and suck a load out of him now and then, well, that would be a shame.

Especially since young guys need to get milked a lot, to keep them from going crazy.

But he kind of had a point. I’d been fantasizing about men for half my life and yet I hadn’t even tried it to see if that’s what I really wanted. So I played along with his little game and sucked his dick. I wasn’t very good at it, but I’m a fast learner and I’m an expert now.

But I did it, he seemed to enjoy it, and I took his load in my mouth.

And I liked it.

A lot.

Then he told me who’d taught him that little game. His brother Pete.

Steve must have told Pete that I liked to suck because Pete decided he could use a little oral servicing as well. So I sucked him off too. But he wanted more than a blowjob.

They took me up to Pete’s room and they showed me other things guys can do.

They lubed up my hole and took turns fucking me up in Pete’s room.

And I liked it. A lot.

I couldn’t get enough.

Those two young guys had a lot of pent up need and they used me relentlessly.

At one point they both had their cocks inside me.

It felt so good!

That’s when their dad, Chuck Carson came home from work and caught us.

He’s also a cop and happens to Brady’s partner on the job.

He told his boys to go outside and asked if I was okay.

I was on the bed, naked, on my hands and knees. He was probably looking right at my cum-sloppy fuck-hole as we were talking.

That’s when I heard his zipper being pulled down.

And that’s when my best friend’s hot, handsome daddy sucked me, sat on my cock, and fucked me good and he had me fuck him too.

I loved having my cock in the butch man’s hole.

He was still wearing his uniform.

It was so unbelievably erotic.

Now I knew for sure I liked men.

And I knew the kind of men I liked: straight looking, straight acting, butch, muscular, beefy, hairy older men.

Daddies.

I fucking love daddies.

And they seem to like me.

Every time I turn around, some older man is pushing me to my knees and telling me to open my mouth.

And I do it, eagerly.

I recently began training to join the wrestling team. I know I’m kind of late to it, but our team is desperate for more guys. I’m pretty athletic and flexible and a fast learner. Plus, the one on one sessions I’m getting with my coach are helping a lot.

Especially in the flexibility department.

He likes me to hold my legs back as far as I can so he can enjoy my hole. He really likes to pound it into me before, during, and after one of his personal coaching sessions.

It’s the main reason I was willing to join the team, so I could suck and get fucked by that man. Women might not think he’s much to look at. Balding, big mustache, always in a snug t-shirt, his nipples clearly poking out, with a silver whistle around his neck hanging between them, and track pants, no underwear, showing off a thick piece of meat.

But if you like daddies, he’s a good one.

If you want someone to fuck your mouth and fuck your ass and pump a nice big load into you, he’s your man.

Kind of gruff, deep masculine voice, a body that was once quite muscular but has gone a little soft. He’s still in good shape, but he’s not ripped. But he’s got a nice chest, and firm belly, with just a bit of softness, and he’s got black hair on his tits and stomach that accentuate the muscles he has.

He’s got a nice tight round ass and strong hairy legs.

But it was that cock that always seemed to be flopping around in his pants that got my attention.

It looked like it was a pretty good size.

And it always seemed to be semi-erect.

I’d wanted to pull those track pants down and taste his meat as soon as I’d laid eyes on him.

One afternoon, after fucking a young guy in the equipment room, I got my chance. It turned out that the guy I was fucking, Paul, was the coach’s son, which is why he had the key to the equipment room. The other thing I discovered was that the coach was watching us.

I saw him there in the shadows while I was fucking Paul. At the time I had no idea Paul was his son, I wish I’d know that, it would have made the whole thing that much hotter. But it was still pretty fucking hot.

While I was fucking Paul his dad was watching. He pulled out his cock and started stroking.

I instantly knew I had to suck it and wanted to feel it sliding up inside my boy-cunt.

Fuck.

He was so fucking hot.

Watching him there in the shadows jerking while I rammed my cock into his son got me so hot, so fucking horny, I blew my load into Paul so fast.

As we were leaving I made an excuse to go back, told Paul I’d left my phone in the equipment room. He gave me the key and said he’d watch the main door. I ran back and the coach was still standing there, cock out, hard and ready.

I got down on my knees and sucked that fat daddy dick.

I sucked it good.

He was already close from watching me fuck Paul so it didn’t take long for me to get his load.

He pumped a lot of spunk into my mouth and I guzzled it down.

But I wanted more.

A lot more.

So, I’ve been pretty busy I guess. There haven’t been a lot of guys: Brady, Chuck, my wrestling coach, the football coach, the team doctor, the Team Captain, Paul, Steve, Pete… hmmm, maybe a few, but I had some catching up to do!

I’ve been with the same guys several times.

I like being with the same guys, over and over again, because you learn things about each other, you learn what turns you and them on and what gets you and them off. And you can explore things with them because you know each other better. You feel more comfortable.

But I like meeting new guys too, the excitement of the unknown.

There’s so much more I could tell you; about the wrestling team captain, the frat party, my brother and my father.

But I should tell you what’s happening now.

Remember that neighbor, Mr. Greenspan? The one that I’d had a crush on for years?

Well, it turns out I should have acted on my impulses a lot sooner.

Because he would likely have been open to it.

Because he and I are exploring those fantasies now.

And all I can say is, better late than never.