Gay incest stories > Because of the Library: Part One
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>>This is a completely fictional story involving sex between adult men. If reading such a story is illegal where you live, or you are too young or you arent turned on by such things, please stop reading now. Although it contains no incest, I have placed it in the Incest section as I plan to add Part Two very soon, which will include a lot of incest and I wanted to keep the story in one place.<<
Brandt had been walking around wearing a permanent smile for the past fortnight. After almost four months of trying, hed finally managed to make Vince his boyfriend. It hadnt been easy; although hed always had a feeling that the short but well-built half-Latin-American had been interested, Vince had made him work for it, turning down dates requests and never returning phone calls. During the day, Vince had always seemed really relaxed around Brandt, meeting him for lunch or sharing notes during and after lectures.
It had been so frustrating for Brandt; there had been very few things in his life hed been denied. Hed had a privileged life he realised that, and was humble about how much he had, although he was used to having what he wanted. Vince had been one of them.
Two weeks ago, Brandt had reached the end of his patience which had already been stretched thinner than he cared to remember and he had flat-out asked Vince. He made it clear that it was the first and last time he would be asking so bluntly, and that if Vince really didnt feel anything for Brandt, he would concede defeat and give in.
We take it slowly, Vince had answered. For a second, it hadnt quite sunk in with Brandt, and he stood there, as if waiting for Vince to spell it out for him. Then a wide grin had spread across his face, and hes pulled Vince close to him, hugging him tightly. Vince had hugged back even tighter, and Brandt had been sure that hed heard a long sigh that sounded more like relief than anything else.
If his mind hadnt been filled with feelings of his own relief and happiness, he would have considered as to why Vince had so strongly resisted Brandt, when it was so clear how much he liked him.
The smile Brandt was still wearing a fortnight later wasnt quite the same though. It was still as wide when his friends asked about how the two of them were getting on, and his reply would always be as positive as he could put into words; it was just that the smile slipped a little when he was by himself. When Vince had said to take it slowly, Brandt had had no idea just how slowly he had meant.
For the first week, they had done nothing more than French kiss, and Vince had seemed a little uncomfortable with doing so the first couple of times, even though Brandt had always noticed a large swelling in Vinces jeans after each embrace.
Brandt had been sexually active for over seven years, since a few weeks after his fifteenth birthday, and his sexual appetite had always been big; hed had four steady boyfriends so far, and all of them had never been able to keep up with his demands. He enjoyed sex as both the active and the passive party, and would often be both parties during one of his long fuck-sessions; changing roles after his first climax, his 8 prong never fully deflating.
Hed made his intentions more than clear to Vince since theyd been together, and Vince had begun to lighten up a little during the past week; the kissing was more passionate, and last night they had even been massaging each others stiff pricks through the fabric of their jeans. Although it still hadnt been enough for Brandt hed almost immediately needed to jack off in his bathroom after Vince had cooled off on him again hed been impressed by what hed felt between Vinces legs. It had been fat maybe fatter than hed ever laid hands on, and even though it hadnt felt very long, the incredible girth more than made up for it.
As Brandt meandered his way across the large grassy area towards his next lecture, he slowly took stock of his boyfriends slightly strange behaviour. There was that same feeling of closely-tethered yearning that hed sensed when hed been chasing Vince; Vince sprung hardons almost as easily and frequently as Brandt did, which was an achievement not many people had been able to do. But even so, Vince still kept himself under strict control, and only seemed to allow Brandt (and himself, Brandt thought) to progress to the next step when Brandts frustration started to become noticeable.
Vince was making himself go slow, and Brandt was sure Vince was as eager to let go as he was. As he settled down for his next lecture, he silently agreed to let it go; he felt a lot for Vince definitely a lot more than many of his previous boyfriends and if Vince had reasons for keeping the pace achingly slow, then they must be good. He was prepared to wait, at least for a reasonable amount of time, and the thought of what hed felt, stiff, hot and incredibly thick in Vinces crotch had piqued his interest.
As the lecture continued, Brandt paid it no attention he hadnt even bothered unpacking his notebooks and pens. He was trying to think of ways that he could maybe speed up the progress in their relationship. It had already taken two weeks before Vince had allowed Brandt to even touch his dick through his jeans; how long was it going to be before they were actually fucking, something Brandt was sorely beginning to miss and crave.
Since hed started making a play for Vince four months ago, hed had sex just twice. This was usually one session for Brandt, and he usually had anything from four sessions (when he was single) upwards in a week. His sudden semi-forced celibacy had been a big shock to his system; hed virtually stopped going out clubbing on weekends, as that had been where hed picked up most of his one-night-stands from. Brandt had also started cottaging within the last couple of years, which hed also suddenly stopped when Vince had caught his attention.
A little less than two years ago, Brandt had been virtually living in the library, doing research for a big end-of-year project. In that time hed spent two or three nights a week in the library, staying there until it closed at midnight. Most nights, the same librarian had been working a fellow student that did the graveyard shift to supplement his income. He had probably been a year or two older than Brandt, but not particularly striking in terms of looks and Brandt hadnt paid him any particular attention, even though hed often noticed Garys lingering stares (hed been forced to wear a simple name tag to distinguish his as being a member of staff).
One evening, around eleven oclock, Brandt had taken a toilet break, leaving his bag and notes cluttered around his desk as he had been the only one left in the library, strolling past Garys desk and walking out through the librarys entry doors that led out to the small foyer. Hed entered the mens toilets, the faint smell of old piss assaulting his nostrils, and entered the cubicle nearest the door. The urinals werent particularly well looked after, and Brandt preferred to take a piss without having to stand in ten other guys dregs.
Almost as soon as hed started pissing, hed heard the toilet door open again, and a man that he could only assume to be Gary entered the cubicle next to him. Immediately, the hairs on the back of Brandts neck stood on end, and as he heard Gary give a short, muffled cough, his stream of piss involuntarily halted.
He looked down and saw that several handmade holes of differing sizes ranging from the diameter of a biro to that of a small wrist had been crudely made in the thickly graffitied cubicle partition. For a second, Brandt stood, holding his limp cock, his skin tingling with excitement. Hed seen plenty of pornos involving cottaging, and knew how it worked.
He then cleared his throat, waiting for Gary to make the next move.
As he felt his soft, fleshy dick throb, a long, semi-hard cock was roughly shoved through the largest of the holes in the partition. It was probably the same size as Brandts which was always impressive even though it was very thin. It throbbed impatiently in front of Brandt, who had now turned around to face the disembodied prick, and the cut head that topped off the eight slender inches swelled almost as large as Brandts when he was fully hard (which he had already almost achieved, overtaking Gary for speed). The contrast in size was bordering on the ridiculous having such a large head surmounting the long, thin shaft but Brandt had been crouching down to face it almost without thinking, and he heard a long, deep moan from the other side of the partition as he began to hungrily engulf Garys prick.
It had felt surprisingly good in Brandts mouth. The large head was hot and firm as his tongue lapped over its smooth surface, tasting the first traces of precum as they seeped from the large slit. The tip of Brandts tongue explored the deep flange where Garys head joined to the now-stiff shaft as Brandt pulled down the zip of his jeans and tugged his own solid cock from them, clasping its hot thickness firmly in one hand, slowly pumping it in time to the waves of suction he was applying to Garys strangely shaped yet horny dick.
Then, he began to relax his throat muscles a little as he drew Garys prong deeper inside his mouth, suppressing his gag reflex as the head started pushing up against the entrance to Brandts gullet. With a little effort, Brandt suddenly swallowed down that swollen, throbbing head, and he heard Gary grunt loudly before groaning as Brandt slid his cock further down his throat.
It felt so incredibly strange to Brandt, but at the same time it was so hot. Garys head felt like it werent attached to anything; just a fleshy ball that was massaging Brandts gullet from the inside. Brandt had sucked down hard on that dick, wanting to feel the head swell even larger within his throat before
Gary began grunting once more, this time grunting in quick repetition as he slammed his groin against the partition, trying to feed as much of his dick as possible into Brandts expert mouth, his glans throbbing larger and firmer as Gary began rapidly building to orgasm.
Brandt increased the frequency of his own stroking, trying to catch up with Garys climax, and he took as much of that dick down his throat as he could manage, his nose pressed almost painfully hard against the wooden partition, feeling as though he would pass out if he didnt take a breath soon.
It was almost unbelievable how much larger Garys dick had grown; the head was almost painfully large within his gullet, leaking a thick stream of precum, whilst the shaft was now noticeably larger, and he could feel it just about filling his throat to capacity.
Just as Brandts lungs started to scream out in pain and his head started to spin a little, his orgasm, multiplied by his lack of oxygen, exploded with acutely intense ferocity, unlike any hed experienced before. He could his first heavy wad pulsing through his cock as though it were a ball of fire that burnt with pleasure, not pain, before it blasted from his slit with such an incredible feeling of ecstasy. As his second wad was splattered against the partition, Garys own dick began to unleash its torrent, and Brandts throat was flooded by searing hot waves of cum that he simply couldnt fully take. He pulled Garys exploding head back into his mouth as his first load was swallowed, soon followed by his second mammoth blast.
The two of them came together, Brandts load sprayed onto the dirty, graffitied partition whilst he swallowed every drop of Garys huge, hot load. Gary obviously had been in dire need of cumming for a while there had been few times when Brandt had been deluged by such an enormous load.
Brandt had sucked Gary or had been sucked off by Gary in the librarys toilet every time they had been alone in the library for the rest of that summer semester. That had been Garys last year at college, so Brandt hadnt seen him after that, but he had taken countless loads and shot almost as many in the librarys toilet over that following couple of years.
Brandt adjusted his solid prick in his jeans as he brought himself back to reality the lecture was almost over and hed spent the whole thing reminiscing over giving anonymous students (Just students? a voice in his head added) blowjobs, when hed intended to try and think of a way he could move his current relationship up a few gears.
Damn, hed give anything to get his mouth around Vinces meat right now, he thought to himself as his fellow students began packing up their things and exiting the lecture hall. Brandt picked up his unopened bag and joined the flow of students, his hardon throbbing needfully in his jeans.
For a moment, the temptation to go back to the library toilets again was almost overwhelming. It was the end of the day, when the cottage was at its busiest, and hed not have to wait before a stiff, anonymous dick was forced through the hole in the partition, or someones finger came through, indicating that they wanted to suck his instead.
Before he found himself unthinkingly walking towards the library block, he pushed the idea from his mind, reminding himself how hard hed worked to get Vince, and how strongly he was beginning to feel for him, despite his rapidly growing need for something more than his own hand.
He headed instead towards the canteen; hed skipped lunch earlier that day to spend the time with Vince, out on the lawned area, and was now starving.
Brandt picked over an overcooked lasagne as he watched the brief flurry of students that filled the tables after the last lectures slowly peter out over the course of an hour and a half. In that time, he decided to surprise Vince at his house, hoping that catching him off-guard would maybe help break down his defences.
Leaving over half of his now-cold lasagne for the canteen workers to clear up, he scooped up his bag and headed for Vinces house, swept up with expectant hope that his plan would at least allow him to finally see just how thick his lovers cock really was.
Brandt had only been to Vinces house once before, but it wasnt too far from where he lived himself, so it would be easy enough to find. As he got into his car, he remembered how hopeful hed felt four days ago, when hed given Vince a lift home, expecting an invite inside. Instead, Vince had all but bolted from the car like a startled animal, leaving Brandt a little confused. Hed phoned Brandt later that evening, soon easing Brandts mind with his assurances of how much he was already feeling for him, and how he was just needing some time and understanding, as hed never been in a proper relationship before.
As he drove from college to Vinces house, his dick was growing semi-hard within his jeans, his mind racing with thoughts of the two of them finally sharing each others bodies. When he reached Vinces house, he sat outside for a little, calming himself enough to allow his cock to deflate and his mind to clear a little. He wanted to make it clear that he wanted to skip a few steps in their progress, but at the same time he didnt want to scare Vince away. Taking a deep breath and steeling himself, he got out of the car and crossed the street to Vinces house.
There was the sound of the doorbell ringing somewhere from inside the house, and through the frosted glass of the front door a shadowy shape that he immediately knew wasnt Vince came into the hall and approached. The figure appeared to be tall Vince was only 55 even though he was muscularly built. The person approaching must have almost had a foot on Vince.
The front door opened and Brandt was confronted by a huge Latin-American that he figured must be Vinces father. His face looked as though there was an almost permanent scowl etched into its dark, angular features. Brandt could immediately tell that Vince and this man were related; their facial features strong, striking good looks were the same, although this man must have clocked past 40 at least five years ago.
Also, despite the huge difference in height this guy was 62 at the least the body was built in much the same way; thick knots of muscles straining against the clothing, except this guy was even more developed. Damn, he was huge, and for a moment, Brandt stood there like a fool, simply staring at the man who quickly grew impatient, his scowl twisting his face a little more.
Can I help you? came the slightly accented, gruff voice.
Um
I was looking for Vince. Is he home? As Brandt said this, the guy leaned over onto the doorframe, trailing his arm up the painted wood. Brandt could smell beer on his breath, and it wasnt even dinner-time yet. No wonder Vince didnt want Brandt coming in his house (It doesnt take away the fact that hes hot, though a voice inside his head chimed, but Brandt did his best to beat it back down).
Hes not back from college yet. Probably studying at the library. Hes due home at five though; you can come in and wait. The way he said it made it sound more of a command than an offer, and Brandt looked down at his watch 16.38 it was a pretty long time to wait, and Vinces father was impressively ominous, even if he was reeking of beer. He started to try and think of an excuse. Dont worry, hes usually back before then. I can fix you a drink while youre waiting. His scowl had unfurled slightly again, although deep creases remained etched over the strong, manly face. Then, without thinking, Brandt thanked him and stepped past him, into the cool, dim hallway, the smell of stale beer strong now.
My names Brandt. Im on some of Vinces courses. Brandt held out his hand and the big man took it, squeezing it hard and shaking it aggressively.
Im Vincents father, the man returned, not offering a name. Take a seat in the living room. Vinces father gestured through an open door to the living room. Ill go get you a drink. Do you want a beer? Brandt politely explained that he was driving, and that a soda would be fine if he had one. Suit yourself, came the response as he turned and headed for the kitchen.
Brandt settled into one of the overstuffed armchairs, noticing that the sofa opposite was surrounded by empty, crushed beercans (Thats obviously Vinces fathers domain), as he heard the rattling of the fridge door being opened. Then came the short, sharp hiss of two cans being opened, and Vinces father returned to the living room, handing Brandt a soda and flopping down onto the sofa opposite.
So, youre the one Vincent has been spending so much time with, began his father, and Brandt immediately felt uncomfortable. The guy didnt look like your typical understanding father, and was unsure what to say. Did he know Vince as gay? Did he know the two of them were boyfriends? Was he being this direct thanks to the beer?
We
weve been helping each other out with notes and stuff from some of our lectures, yeah. I just came over to see if he had the notes from Tuesdays lecture. Brandt took a long gulp from the cold soda, wanting the subject to change.
So, you two been friends long? You came onto the scene pretty quickly, and I thought I knew most of Vincents friends. Brandt was beginning to painfully regret accepting the offer to wait inside these questions were (Almost purposefully?) awkward, and he must have been visibly squirming.
Ive known Vince about
about four months now. At this, Vinces father raised an eyebrow and chugged on his can of beer.
How long you two been together? The question floored Brandt, and for a few moments he sat there, staring at Vinces father, his jaw slightly agape. Come on boy, its pretty obvious. Dont worry, Ive known about my boy for quite some time now. Quite surprised he didnt say anything to me about you though. We usually share everything. At this last comment, Vinces father opened his legs a little wider and settled further back into the couch, his hips thrusting forward a little. It was starting to become very weird, and Brandt wasnt sure how to handle it. Was this a come-on? Hed picked up signals from guys that hadnt been half as direct as this before shit, what was he thinking? This was his boyfriends dad for fuck sake.
We
um, weve been together for two weeks now. Again, one eyebrow was raised and another large chug of beer was taken.
Good. So, have you two done anything yet? As he said this, the hand that wasnt gripped around the beercan slid from the top of his lap where it had been resting, and now settled between his crotch, just in front of that bulge
it was massive. A long, fat tube of flesh could clearly be seen pressing against his jeans, and Brandt quickly looked back up into Vinces fathers face, but as he felt his cock throb once, then again, a wave of despair washed over him.
No, sir, we havent done anything yet. Were taking it slowly. Vinces father had first seemed pleased by Brandt addressing him as sir, but at the news that the two of them were taking it slowly (Thats the understatement of the year thought Brandt bitterly), Vinces father gave a sharp guffaw.
Slow? And whos idea is that? It cant be any idea of my boys. Hes his dads boy, and his dad wouldnt be going with someone for two weeks without doing anything. Why are you keeping my boy at arms length Brad? Brandt felt exasperated and a little confused. He was being deluged by mixed signals, as well as being accused of not taking things quickly enough, when hed been ready to go into overdrive four months ago.
It isnt like that, sir. Vince wants to take things slowly and so we are. Vinces father took another large swig for the can, emptying it, then stood up, his face twisted back into a grimace once more.
Bullshit, Brad. (Its Brandt, you drunken dickhead) My boys probably busting a nut and youre holding out on him. You dont want to do it with him? Or are you one of those celibate types?
Not at all. Ive been wanting to take things quicker since we got together. Its me whos busting a nut, sir.
So, Vincents been holding out on you, eh? at this, he gave a little chuckle to himself. Shit, he must be fit to burst by now. How about you, kid? Brandt looked up at Vince father, a look of shock frozen on his face. Every question that this man threw at him was more leading and surreal than the previous one. This wasnt happening, this wasnt
Vinces father had dropped the beercan to join the others on the floor, and was stood, lightly rubbing the fat tube of flesh that curled over to his left thigh. Brandts eyes were involuntarily fixated by the almost hypnotic sight (He must have one hell of a dick
And hes not wearing underwear, either). His cock was throbbing again, too, rapidly swelling within his own jeans as he watched Vinces fathers dick bloating under his touch.
Im pretty full myself, kid. Could really use a hand to sort some stuff out. Hed taken a couple of steps nearer to the armchair where Brandt was sat, frozen solid with shock, his dick now almost fully erect and bent almost painfully double within his briefs.
Sir, I dont
Shut up, kid. Vincents my boy, my own flesh and blood. You need to unload as bad as I do and dont try saying otherwise, youre packing some pretty serious wood there, boy. How about you help out your boyfriends old man? As he was speaking, his fingers were pulling down the zipper on his fly, and when he was done talking, with one hefty tug, hed hauled his semi-hard, uncut prick from his jeans. It was nice and fat (Vince certainly gets his girth from his father), but around eight inches already. It was the colour of strong cappuccino, with a dense shock of wiry black pubes clamouring around its root. The foreskin was already being peeled back over the pink head and was suddenly pulled back all the way as Vinces father gripped one hand tightly around the shaft and pumped it a couple of times. The strength of his grip made the head swell and bulge with trapped blood, and thick veins popped out around the three or so inches of shaft that protruding from his flexing fist.
Brandts mind was spinning it was an insane situation to be in, and the few morals he had were screaming at him that not only would he be cheating on Vince, but hed be doing it with Vinces own father. But he was aching for release, and the sight of Vinces fathers now fully hard, thick nine inches were almost more than he could stand. He felt like crying, but he was paralysed where he sat, unable to do anything.
Before he could come to his senses, though, Vinces father had strode up to him, and one hand gripped Brandt tightly around the back of his head, down my his neck.
You want this dick fucking your face as much as I want to fuck that fine face of yours. Take it, boy. Brandt was then sharply slapped about the face by nine fat, solid inches of uncut Latin cock, feeling a glob of warm precum streak across his cheek. It was more than he could stand, and he pushed his head back against Vinces fathers hand, trying to get his mouth around that bulbous pink head. As Vinces father felt him do this, he relaxed the grip from around Brandts neck, then moved his hand to the top of Brandts head, and pulled Brandts eager mouth over his throbbing head.
The two of them let out long moans as their pent-up tensions suddenly flew from them, and Brandt let himself go to his lusts, all his thoughts now centred around the thick baton of beef that was skewering his face. His tongue lapped greedily around its vascular surface, and he tasted the strong saltiness of precum as it oozed onto his tongue. He started with the suction then, creating as strong a vacuum with his mouth as he could, and Vinces father half grunted and half cried out with pleasure as Brandt tried to suck the life out of his dick. The amount of precum this guy was producing was incredible, it was almost as if he was continuously cumming onto Brandts tongue
Aw yeah; you really know how to handle this fat dick. Keep it up, boy. At the sound of his encouragement, Brandt began devouring even more of that oversized rod of hard flesh. Soon, the blunt, round head was pressing against. Brandt then reached forward and unbuttoned Vinces fathers fly, pulling his jeans down to his knees.
Vinces father had wonderfully built legs, wrapped in black hair, which flowed into the tightly curled pubic hair surrounding the root of his fat nine inches. Hanging low and heavy beneath his shaft was an amply-filled ballsac, also swathed with wiry hair. With one hand he began fondling and massaging those hefty bull-balls, whilst the other reached around to his tight bubble-butt. As he suppressed his gag reflex, he pulled himself further onto that dick. His throat, relaxed and lubed by the constant, heavy stream of gummy precum, opened over the crest of Vinces fathers head, and with a large gulp Brandt felt the fleshy head and around two inches of stiff, veiny shaft disappear into is gullet. In unison, Brandt and Vinces father moaned long and low, the vibrations of Brandts moaning causing Vinces father to double over with feelings of ecstasy, pulling Brandt even further down onto his pole.
Brandt had needed to do this for so long; to have his throat filled by stiff, throbbing cock. As he retreated off the four or so inches that hed managed to stuff into his gullet so that he could take another breath, Vinces father straightened up and began unbuttoning his worn-out looking lumberjack shirt. He pulled it off his heavy, round shoulders to reveal a thickly muscled, sculpted torso that was covered with more of that thick, black hair, gathering in the clefts between his pecs and abs, making them seem deeper; his muscles bigger. As Brandt took in another gulp of air, he looked up at the mounds of muscle above him. His hands immediately began caressing the stone-hard bricks and slabs that cladded Vinces Fathers body, then once more he gulped down that dick, this time sliding almost all the way down onto it. He could feel the very tips of Vinces fathers pubic hair tickling the end of his nose, which spurred him on even more. Pulling off only halfway, he reached round and grasped those solid, tight asscheeks, then pulled himself all the way onto that cock, until his nose mashed against the sweaty crotch in front of him.
Fucking hell, youre good. Yeah, take every last inch of this dick. Youre getting me so turned on, boy. Take your own cock out, let me see you jack your prick while you suck on my fat fuckstick. Brandt didnt need to be told twice, and he slid off the armchair onto his knees as he began tearing open his button-fly with one hand. Pushing his jeans and briefs down a little way around his thighs, his cut eight-inch prong slapped up against his belly, the head covered with precum.
He curled his palm over the top of his crimson head, and began working his precum down onto his shaft as he rhythmically deepthroated Vinces father, who was now constantly telling Brandt how good it was feeling and how he was going to flood Brandt with his slime.
When Brandts dick was smeared with his slick clear juices, he gripped hold of it tightly and began stroking his dick in time to his fellating. Vinces fathers hands were now both gripping Brandts skull and were holding his head still as he began thrusting his hips forward in violent, regular jerks, roughly fucking Brandts eager, hungry throat.
Brandt liked it rough, and was more than used to having his mouth abused by all manner of dicks. It was what he missed most when he was cottaging: he couldnt have a cock fuck his face, he would always have to be the one doing the work. This was heaven for him on his knees, being held in place while this huge beefcake roughly used his mouth as his own personal fuckhole while pulling on his own cock. He could feel his balls pulling tightly up to the root of his cock, and knew that he couldnt last much longer. It had been so long since hed sucked cock that he was surprised hed lasted so long already.
Not long now, boy, Vinces father boomed, as if reading Brandts mind. Soon, Ill be filling that throat of yours with my cum. Yeah, take all of that hot jizz, you cocksucker. Aw
Take this
Suddenly, the two men stopped dead, locked in their lustful tryst. To Brandts horror, he could hear the front door being opened.
Vince was home.
>>This concludes Part One, but I will start working on Part Two immediately, and hopefully it should be with you soon. I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I did writing it, and please feel free to either rate or review this story (or do both). Im also more than happy to accept email feedback as well, and will ALWAYS do my best to reply to you, as well as keeping your address on file so that I can send you any new stories I write.<<
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