Gay Erotic Stories

First submitted December 14, 2002

I'm Ephram Brown. My father, the great Dr. Andrew Brown, dragged me and my sister Delia and I out to Everwood nearly 4 months ago. I’m a senior, 18 and able to take care of myself. I would have moved back to New York City if it weren’t for the fact my father would screw up raising my younger sister. So here I am in this small town, bored out of my mind.

Things only seem to go from bad to worse around here. There is this girl Amy Abbott I think is kind of cute, but she’s hung up on her old boyfriend, Collin. And her brother Brighton takes some twisted pleasure in being a world-class jerk. If that’s not bad enough, my teacher made Brighton and me “study buddies” so now I have to work on a major project several days a week with him. Okay, Brighton isn’t all bad. He’s my age, on the football team and is pretty handsome. In fact I’ve been having a hard time not checking him out lately. That awesome muscular bubble butt of his gets my cock rock hard. I even find myself thinking about him when I’m beating off. I always start off trying to think about Amy, but when I image myself looking down it’s his handsome face I see going up and down my 7-inch tool.

Everything seemed to be going fine until two weeks ago, the day of the big blizzard. My sister was spending our February school break visiting our grandparents in New York, so I got stuck home with Dad. Dad and I tend to give ourselves a lot of space so we don’t keep arguing, and we still argue a lot. So when he told me Brighton called earlier that day to say they would have to work on the project this week because he had lost most of our research notes I was pissed. Dad said he invited Brighton to come over early the next day and that I could try to catch up on the work that was lost.

Just great: my week is blown because the blonde jock is not responsible. The more My dad tried to convince me it was no big deal the angrier I became. No big deal is what he kept saying. The hell it wasn’t a big deal. Brighton could be a real jerk and the work he lost took us two months to gather; now we have to do it all over again. That means long hours of hard work, just the two of us up in my bedroom. Damn, my dick is rock hard just thinking about it. He doesn’t even realize how much he turns me on. This is a small town, not New York City, so I can’t do anything about it. If I put the moves on him everyone will know and being stuck in this town with everyone knowing I have a thing for Brighton would make my life hell.

The next day, at 7 a.m., Brighton arrived. I was still in my bed when I heard my father greet him at the door. “Come on in Brighton,” My dad said cheerfully. “Thanks, Dr. Brown,” Brighton replied as he shook the snow off his coat and took it off. I was at the top of the stairs, hidden from view, naked, beating my hard cock as I watched the hunk strip out of his coat. He was clad in sneakers, jeans and a tight tee shirt, and man was he built. That chest strained the tight cotton tee and my cock throbbed with approval.

“It’s really coming down out there,” Dad said as he closed the front door and hung up Brighton’s coat. They made small talk as they walked out of view toward the kitchen. I knew they were expecting snow, but the three-day blizzard that was to follow would change all of our lives forever.

I returned to my room, pulled on my briefs, and got back in bed. A few minutes later Dad knocked, then opened the door. “Ephram, time to get up,” he said as he crossed the room and opened the blinds. He was wearing only his jeans; his shirt was gone. I know he was wearing one when he let Brighton in, so what happened to it? My dad may be a jerk, but he is pretty handsome, and he works out and it shows. That hairy chest is very well sculpted was the last thought I had as he headed out of my room, repeating, “Come on son, you have company, time to get up.”

‘Get up’, damn I thought smiling to myself, it’s already up. I quickly beat off and cleaned up before hitting the shower. Ten minutes later I was dressed in my sneakers, jeans and tee shirt, just like Brighton. When I entered the kitchen Brighton was eating pancakes. “You’re up!” my father said as he saw me enter the room. “You want some pancakes?” “No thanks, I’m not hungry.” I knew better than to eat Dad’s cooking… but seeing my shirtless father watching my blonde study partner having seconds was a bit surreal… why would anyone choke down my father’s cooking if they didn’t have to?

After 10 or 15 minutes of small talk we finished breakfast, and Brighton and I headed up to my room to study. Six hours of intense work helped us get a lot of the materials back. It turns out I had a lot of the papers on disk, so the hard copy Brighton lost didn’t hurt us as much as I had thought. As I sat at the keyboard pulling up files and editing stuff back into its correct order, Brighton kept leaning over my shoulder, leaning on me. His hands were strong and warm as they rested on my shoulder, and his face brushed against mine as he leaned forward, half wrapped around me as he would point to something on the screen that he thought needed to be changed.

My cock was rock hard. What I really wanted to do was just turn my head, catch his eye and give him a long deep kiss. I knew I had to keep my concentration; so around 1 pm we took a break. We went down to the basement. My dad had turned it into an ‘everything room’. Exercise equipment, video games, a big screen TV, and a pool table. He even installed an extra bathroom with a large shower so he could clean up after working out late at night without making a lot of noise upstairs.

Brighton had never seen the room before. He was pretty impressed. Without a word we both sat down side by side on the sofa and he picked up one of the game controllers. “My dad won’t let us get video games; he said they rot your brain.” Then he smiled at me and said, “So which one should we play?”

I couldn’t help myself; I smiled back and used the controller to turn on the TV. “Let’s try this one,” and I hit play on the game control box. We were both medieval knights, working together to battle the enemy. I don’t know where the time went, but at 6 pm Dad called down to say dinner was on.

Brighton and I really got along well, which was a first. I had turned up the heat when we entered the room and after an hour Brighton stripped off his tee shirt. I decided to do the same. I’m not as muscular as Brighton or My dad, but I’m still pretty well built. I kept sneaking peeks at him. I’d lean back as he leaned forward. His strong back, broad shoulders, solid chest and blonde curly hair all kept me at full staff. Whenever we blasted through another level he’d act like a typical jock: A slap on my back, arm around my shoulders or his face an inch from mine as he bellowed something like “AWESOME!!!” or a roar of excitement. It was a great afternoon.

As we headed upstairs for dinner Brighton was about 4 steps in front of me. Man he’s got a great ass. Those jeans were packed solid and it took all my self-control not to grab him right there on the stairs. As we got upstairs the house was warmer than usual: My dad must have turned the heat up. As the three of us, all shirtless, sat around the table My dad’s lack of cooking skill really showed through, but it didn’t seem to matter to Brighton. He dug right in, taking a huge steak, mashed potatoes and all the rest. He complimented my dad as he cleared his plate. My dad and I both ate, but not nearly as energetically as Brighton. The conversation was the usual dinner kind. Brighton and I both said we were going to put in another hour or two tonight, then pick up tomorrow.

That’s when my dad said, “Well, with the way that blizzard is going you’re going to have to stay here tonight.” With our being so absorbed in the school work and then the video game and then dinner, we were totally unaware that it had started snowing rather heavily shortly after we had breakfast.

But Brighton didn’t seem to object. Brighton would be sleeping over, holy shit! This is going to be awesome, and I wondered if he sleeps in the nude like my dad. I’ll finally get to really check him out. My daydream ended when my father kept repeating my name then finally shouted, “Ephram!”

“Huh?” I was a bit out of it. “Sorry, what?”

“I asked if you would you like seconds?” I shook my head no and watched as Brighton finished his meal. “Then why don’t you boys go up to your room and I’ll get the dishes?” I agreed.

Brighton helped clear the table as I went upstairs to turn on my computer so we could work some more. I could hear the two of them joking around and found myself having a daydream about both of them. A minute later Brighton came bounding into the room and took his spot behind me, leaning over me with his hands on my shoulders. Absent-mindedly he was rubbing my shoulders and man did it feel good.

I did my best to keep my mind on my work and until 9 pm we did our best to tie all the research together. Brighton started to get bored and I was getting annoyed that I was doing most of the work and he’s the one who lost it in the first place. My dad popped his head in and said, “Brighton, you better call your folks and let them know you are going to stay over.”

Brighton left the room and went down to the kitchen to call his folks. My dad sat where Brighton had been sitting and leaned on me just like Brighton did. Man he smelled great. His beard brushed my cheek and my cock launched up. “Holy shit!” I thought to myself. “I’m getting turned on by my own dad!”

A couple of minutes later Brighton reentered my room and said, “They said I’d have to stay, the roads are closed.” “Is it really that bad?” My dad asked with his typical New York City innocence. “Yeah, “ Brighton said matter of factly. “We get a couple of storms like this a year. The best thing is to just stay put.” Just then the power went out.

“Damn it!” my dad said as he stood up in the dark room. I told him to hold on and I made my way across my room, bumping into Brighton, nearly knocking him down; we embraced to steady ourselves. Man I was enjoying this! I found a box of matches I kept in a drawer and lit one, and then used the light to get a candle I kept in the room just for this purpose. I went down to the living room and opened a drawer and pulled out a big box of candles and candleholders and matches and brought them upstairs.

With the power out, so was our heat. We did have a wood stove and Brighton knew that the master bedroom in these old houses always had a heat vent from this kind of stove, and my bedroom also had one; that meant we could just heat the two bedrooms and stay warm until the power came back on. My room only had a single bed, but Dad had a king size bed. My dad said he and I could share his bed and Brighton could take my room.

I handed both of them a lit candle in an almost medieval atmosphere. The snow was nearly two feet deep already and wasn’t letting up. All I could think was, how I’d love to help keep Brighton warm. With the lack of light they couldn’t see the bulge in my jeans so at least that was an upside to the power outage.

Dad left to light the fire in the wood stove while Brighton and I talked. One thing led to another and we began to argue. My father entered my room again and said, “Hey, hey, what’s all the yelling about?” We both explained our side of the issue and Dad, as usual, sided against me. I finally blurted out “Fine, take his side.” My dad tried to take the high road, but I wasn’t going to let him. I finally said, “I’m not going to spend the night in a room with you.” Dad said something about him taking my room and Brighton and I taking his bed, but Brighton objected, since he was still mad at me.

“Okay,” Dad said, “Ephram, you take your room and Brighton and I will take mine.” Before I could say another word Brighton said, “Fine!” and stormed out of the room. I said, “Fine!” And my dad said the same as he left and closed the door behind him.

There I was, alone in my room while Dad and Brighton would be sharing a bed. Man I’m an idiot! I locked my door as usual and put on my headset (thank God for batteries). Around 11pm it was getting a bit chilly, so I went down and put more wood in the wood stove. As I closed my bedroom door behind me I took off my headset. I checked the air vent and sure enough more heat was coming out of it.

That’s when I heard it: Brighton moaning, “Oh yeah, that’s it, ahhh, yeah!” “What the fuck?” I thought to myself. I was wearing my sweat pants and nothing else. I walked up to my dad’s bedroom door. I didn’t bring a candle. I could hear more of what was going on. Then I heard Brighton moan, “Ohhhh God!” and my dad responded lustfully, “Relax, you can handle it!”

I cracked the door open about one inch and couldn’t believe what I was seeing: Brighton and my father, both buck-naked. Brighton was on all fours on the bed with my dad mounting him doggy style!

I couldn’t believe my eyes: My father and my classmate going at it. Both were buff and man was Dad hammering Brighton’s beautiful ass. Brighton was moaning loudly and my sweatpants were off and tossed down the hall behind me as I beat my rock hard cock watching this incredible sight.

Without warning Dad pulled out of Brighton’s tight ass. “Why are you stopping?” Brighton asked as he looked back towards my dad, both men bathed in the light from just a handful of candles. Rolling Brighton onto his back, my dad smiled at him and said, “Who said anything about stopping!” He placed Brighton’s strong legs over his shoulders and took aim with what must have been a 9-inch cock. As he began to enter the blonde’s tight ass once more Brighton moaned, “Oh God! Dr. Brown!” With his dick buried deep into the straining high school senior, my father leaned down, bending Brighton in half and the two kissed. I began to cum, all over my father’s bedroom door.

Christ! Dad was doing what I had dreamed of. Then again, I wouldn’t mind being in Brighton’s place either. The two went at it hard and deep for 20 minutes before my father went into overdrive. By that time Brighton had shot two loads all over my dad’s hairy chest. I closed the bedroom door, dropped to my knees and licked my own cum off of it. I then headed down the hall, picked up my sweatpants and went back into my room.

As I lay naked in my bed I replayed the images I just saw again and again as I masturbated for another hour. I knew Everwood would not be as bad as I first thought. I knew my dad and I would both become a lot closer. And I knew Amy Abbott would no longer be the one in her family I would be lusting after. That honor would now belong to her older brother, Brighton.

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Okay, this is fucking nuts. Our bitch of a teacher stuck me with Ephram Brown as my study partner. The guy is hung up on my sister Amy, who is hung up on my best friend Collin who just got out of a coma. Collin and I were pretty tight; like brothers. We did everything together and I do me EVERYTHING! Hell, I even took it up the ass from him a couple of times. So when he was in a coma I was fucking blue balled without another guy to do it with. I mean, we live in a small town, so there is no way you want anyone to find out you prefer to be on your knees to plowing pussy.

The thing is, I’m a senior, 18, blond, 6 foot, muscular and pretty well hung. A guy like me needs sex and lots of it. So with Collin gone for months I had only my strong right hand to help me out. That is until recently.

Ephram Brown was the new kid, the one I got stuck with. Okay, to be fair he’s kind of hot. Then again more often than not I found myself thinking about his dad, Dr. Andrew Brown, when I was beating off.

It was a few weeks back, the day the blizzard hit that life got a lot more interesting. I went over to Ephram’s house so we could work on our paper together. His dad answered the door. Man, I got rock hard looking at that hunk and nearly dropped to my knees. He asked me to come in and then helped me off with my coat. Like usual Ephram was up in his room, probably sulking. His dad called up to him then went up to let him know I had arrived. Then his dad came downstairs and we talked a little while. Somewhere along the way he removed his shirt. This guy might be in his 40’s but his hairy muscular chest was awesome.

I had a pulled muscle in my shoulder and being a doctor he offered to take a look at it. There he was, rubbing my shoulders. Man, all I wanted to do was turn around, kiss him and deep throat his big dick, but there was no way to tell him that. Dr. Brown told me his daughter was visiting relatives up in New York City and that it was “just the boys” (meaning he and Ephram) here at home. He made small talk about the snow that had just started to come down. I knew they expected a blizzard, but decided not to say anything. I figured it might be like a porn flick. I get snow bound with father and son.

Okay, I didn’t think it would ever happen, but with a half naked guy rubbing my shoulders I could dream. But things changed when I dropped my notebook and bent over forward to pick it up. My ass pressed back against Dr. Brown’s lap, and I felt it, he was rock hard. I decided to have some fun and stayed leaning over, pretending to pick up some papers that came out of the notebook. I slowly began to grind my muscular ass against his crotch. We both understood what was going to happen. His hands went to my hips and he playfully thrust forward. I stood up, turned around and placed my notebook on the counter next to him. Then he made the first move and his tongue was halfway down my damn throat before I could say a word.

“Brighton, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” Dr. Brown said to me. I smiled, and kissed his hairy chest, working on his hard nipples while I undid his belt. “We can’t,” he said again as I pulled down his jeans. His hands found the back of my head as I took his hard cock in my hands while I sank to my knees. Without a word, I looked up into his eyes and took the head of his cock into my mouth. Collin taught me how to suck cock like a pro and Dr. Brown was the first man I was with since Collin.

I went all the way down his throbbing cock, deep throating him. His eyes closed as he moan “oh, yeah!” and he grabbed me firmly by the back of my head. I was gagging on his throbbing meat for nearly 5 minutes before he gave me what I was working for, a huge thick creamy load. I stood up and kissed him deeply. Oh yeah, I found what I was after, a well-hung handsome stud who could feed me a big tool.

As Dr. Brown zipped up his jeans he awkwardly said, “I better go get Ephram.” He then paused and said “ah, it might be best if we never say anything about this” I kissed him deeply then said, as long as I get full access to this hard cock. I groped him and he smiled. “Don’t worry Doc, I won’t tell anyone, it’s more fun that way.” Dr. Brown then went upstairs to get his son. Dr. Brown came back downstairs. He told me Ephram would be down in a few minutes and tried to make small talk. He offered me breakfast. I smiled and accepted. I was eating breakfast when Ephram came into the room. I never really noticed it before, but Ephram was pretty fucking cute. Even sulking he was giving me a hard-on. After breakfast Ephram and I headed up to his room. We worked for most of the morning and got a lot done. Watching Ephram sitting at him computer was getting me turned on. I purposely leaned on him. Touching his shoulders and doing all I could not to just rip off his shirt and feed him my hard cock. Man I wanted to nail him. It was around 1 PM when Ephram and I decided to take a break. We went down to their basement.

Workout equipment, big screen TV, pool table; man it was awesome. We played some video games. My dad hates them, so I don’t get to play them that often. We got up quite a few levels. I decided to act excited. Every time we kicked the crap out of the enemies in the game, I’d hoot and howler and grab him. It was pretty hot in the room, so after a half hour I took off my shirt, hoping Ephram might do the same. Time passed pretty fast and his dad called down to tell us dinner was ready. I know Ephram’s not a jock, but I treated him like one, with slaps on the back, arm around his shoulder for a quick hung and roaring in his face whenever we went up a level.

Once we went upstairs the three of us sat around the table, shirtless. Man, all I wanted to do was make out with Dr. Brown. If Ephram wasn’t there I’d have been mounted doggy style right there over the table. After dinner Ephram and I went back to his room to work on the paper again. Just as we were about to leave the table, Dr. Brown said the blizzard was pretty bad and that I should sleep over. Ephram didn’t seem to object. I was kind of hoping to see what Ephram had in his jeans. I wondered if it would measure up to his Dad’s huge cock. Ephram headed upstairs to turn on the computer again. I told him I’d be right up, after I helped his dad with the dishes. Once alone we cleared the table and made out in the kitchen.

I think I blew the doctor’s mind when I said “I want that huge cock up my ass tonight.” He smiled and said, he had a plan. Once we discussed it I went upstairs to set it in motion.

I went into Ephram’s room and sat behind him, leaning on him again. Man I wanted to fuck his cute ass right then and there. I rubbed his shoulders. I figured, I might as well go for it, but he didn’t seem to notice. Around 9 pm I was getting so damn horny. That’s when Dr. Brown came into the room. He told me I should call my folks to let them know I was staying over. I went down to the kitchen leaving him and Ephram alone, as we planned. When I returned to Ephram’s room I told them I reached my folks. Just then the power went out. Ephram moved across the dark room to get a candle. He bumped into me and we embraced. God, I wanted to kiss him. He moved on and got a candle. He went downstairs to get some more candles. When he came upstairs I told them about how these houses were built. Dr. Brown said there was a wood-burning stove in the basement. I showed them how to close the vents to all but Ephram’s and his Dad’s bedrooms to conserve heat while the power was out.

“Ephram, why don’t you and Brighton take my bed and I’ll take yours” Dr. Brown suggested. If I hadn’t know it was part of the plan I would have been pissed… I wanted Dr. Brown to fuck my ass tonight! Dr. Brown then went down to check on the stove. I then picked an argument with Ephram. It was really hard; just like my cock. By the time his Dad returned we were both yelling at each other. His Dad then said, “fine, Brighton can take your room and you can stay in mine.” Just like he said it would happen, Ephram said he wasn’t going to spend the night in his Dad’s room since his Dad sided with me. So his Dad said, “fine, then you take your room and Brighton will stay in mine.” Ephram was pissed. He just shouted “fine!” and I stormed out of his room and his father soon followed.

Once in Dr. Brown’s room we both stripped. Man we were both rock hard. We got in bed and he was on top of me. Frontage was awesome. Our hard cocks pressed between us while he slipped me the tongue. It was getting colder, but I didn’t care, I had Doc Brown to keep me warm. I told him about Collin and I and how horny I was. He told me he wanted my fucking ass. It was great.

One thing led to another and I was on all fours on the bed with Dr. Andrew Brown ramming me hard and deep. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. Collin was strong, but Doc Brown really knew how to hammer my hole. I kept moaning. I didn’t care if Ephram heard it or not, this guy was a fucking pro and I was enjoying ever rock hard inch of him inside me. He stretched me wide. “Ohhh God!” I moaned and hearing him telling me “Relax, you can handle it!” Doggy style he drove it into me. When he pulled out of me I asked him why he was stopping. He threw me onto my back and placed my legs over his strong broad shoulders and smiled then said. “Who said anything about stopping?”

Before I knew it he was impaling me again on his 9-inch long cock. Collin was never this fucking good. He bent me in half and kissed me deeply. For another 20 minutes he pounded me then filled my tight ass with another huge load. I was in love (well maybe lust)!

When he finally pulled out of my ass we were both exhausted. We cleaned up and I lay in his arms, as we both fell asleep. I half wished Ephram would catch us in the morning. Man that would be hot--sandwiched between father and son.

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Hi, I’m Andy Brown. About a year ago my wife was killed in a car accident and I went through a bit of a mid-life crisis. I moved my daughter and son to Everwood, Colorado where I’m now a local family doctor. I figured a simpler life would make things better, but things have been anything but simple for the last few months.

My daughter Delia adjusted to life here pretty quickly. My son Ephram, whom I had had a lot of conflict with over the years wasn’t that easy to win over, and having just turned 18, was independent as ever. He had a thing for Amy Abbott. Personally, her brother Brighton was the one I noticed. I’ve always had a thing for cute muscular blond jocks, and this kids was fucking wet dream. My late wife knew I was bi and the few times I cheated on her were with some of my buddies. But here in Everwood I’d have to keep it low key.

One afternoon I stopped in the local diner for lunch. Brighton stopped by to pick up an order. I was sitting at the counter when he came in. Young, buff, 18 years old, and dumb as a fence post…just the way I like them. He put down his notebook on the counter next to me. I recognized it as the one with all of his school report notes since my son was his study partner. The boy’s father was also in the diner and he walked over to the table to speak to him. I decided to try something. I opened up my briefcase and put Brighton’s notebook in it. About 2 minutes later the lad returned and his order was ready. I asked Brighton if he and Ephram were almost done with their report and he said they were. After a little small talk he headed out, not realizing I had his notebook.

Later that evening at dinner Ephram was complaining how Brighton lost their research notes. I recommended he get together with him this weekend. Since my daughter was in New York City visiting her grandparents I told him our place would be ideal. To my surprise Ephram agreed. After dinner he called Brighton and the boy was to come over the next morning.

The next morning I greeted Brighton at our kitchen door. There was a blizzard forecast to start this day. I understood that the weather ruled lives around here and the boy would most likely be stranded for a day or two at our home; something that got me rock hard thinking about.

I had heard a rumor that Brighton and his buddy Collin, who recently came out of a coma use to be extremely close and that Brighton still didn’t have a girlfriend. I was counting on the signs meaning what I hoped they mean, that the boy was primed for man-meat. After letting Brighton into the house I helped him off with his coat. The blond was wearing tight jeans, a tight tee shirt and man was the kid built. We chatted for a while before I went upstairs to get Ephram. To my surprise I caught Brighton smiling as he stared my obviously bulging crotch. I knew the kid was receptive. We flirted and while Emphram was getting ready I ended up making a move on him (or to be honest, he started it). We both knew this was going to go somewhere.

When my son finally got down to the kitchen he seemed annoyed that I fixed Brighton breakfast. When Brighton finally finished they headed up to my son’s room to study. They put in a lot of hard work. I felt a bit guilty about stealing the first copy, by my dick was happy I did. They took a break for a few hours and finally came back to the kitchen for dinner. Both boys were shirtless. My mind played images of what these two cute guys were doing shirtless down in the family room for several hours. Yes, Ephraim’s my own son, but he is damn cute. I wanted him as much as I wanted Brighton (you know what they say, “incest is best”)

After dinner Ephram went up to his room to start up his computer. Brighton offered to help clear the table. One thing led to another and Brighton and I ended up embraced in a deep passionate kiss. He moaned, “God Dr. Brown, I want you so damn much!” We talked and I told him I had a plan. After explaining it he went up to my son’s room and the two did some more research on their project. It wouldn’t be until the next day that I’d find out Brighton had a crush on both me and my son, something that would help me with another plan of mine.

Later I went up to my son’s room and told Brighton to call his folks to tell them he was staying over due to the snowstorm. When he left the room I saw my shirtless son at the computer. I couldn’t help myself; I sat behind him and leaned on him. My hands on his muscular shoulders… I wanted to fuck him. I know, he’s my son, but he the kind of young man I love to dominate and use hard and I think a lot of the tension between us these last few years has been sexual in nature.

When Brighton returned we set the plan in motion. The power just happened to go out at that same time. Ephram got a candle and then went downstairs to get some more. I reminded Brighton what we needed to do. When Ephram returned and handed me a candle I left the two alone so Brighton to pick a fight with Ephram.

I had mentioned to Brighton about the winter stove in the basement. He explained to me that it was meant to heat a few rooms when the power goes out. So I told Ephram we could only heat the two bedrooms, his and mine. That means Brighton would have to sleep in one of them instead of the guest room.

As planned, I light the stove and opened the vents to the two bedrooms. By that time Brighton picked an argument with my son and I returned to the room in mid-insult. I knew how to manipulate Ephram and by the time everyone finished yelling the sleeping arrangements were Ephram in his room and Brighton in my bed.

It was after 9 pm when Brighton and I left my son’s room. Ephram always put on his headset (so I made sure he had plenty of batteries). Brighton and I went to my room. We were barely in the room when we were all over each other. Before long were both naked and the blond hunk was on all fours with me mounting him doggy style. It had been months since I had gotten laid and believe me; this kid’s fine ass was worth the wait. Entering him was incredible. His muscular bubble butt is the stuff porn legends were made of.

By 11 pm I was riding him hard and deep and the punk was loving it. This was pure sex. Hardcore and no holding back. The kid took the kind of ass pounding only a true bottom could handle. I later learned his buddy Collin had gotten his cherry, but believe me Brighton was still virgin tight.

Brighton was moaning pretty loudly. I kept assuring him he could handle it. At one point I was so lost in lust for him that I didn’t care if Ephram discovered what we were up to. I rammed his ass for the longest time. I finally pulled out and got him on his back. I wanted to be looking into his blue eyes when I filled his fucking ass. So I put his legs over my shoulders and impaled him once more. I rode him and filled him with a huge load of cum.

After that we cleaned up and got under the covers. Brighton lay naked in my arms. In the silence I heard noise coming through the vent. It was Ephram. He was moaning. I figured out he was beating off. J