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i think that may have been the best installment yet! love the twisted nature Jackson is finally getting to express - a little sadistic, a little evil, Jackson is shaping up to be one hot fucker. can't wait for the next part.

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Sorry it's been so long! As is often the case, life got in the way. I hope to do at least a few more installments before ending this. ;-) Thanks for reading it, so far.

 

Chapter 8

                Jackson sat in a bean bag next to his brother playing a game on the Xbox. Bud watched from the kitchen, thinking about how, for all the growing they had done, they were still the same brothers he had met 8 years ago. Bud’s relationship with Crystal was short and anything but sweet. He had always known he was more into guys; but, when he first met Crystal, he was in a phase of trying to force himself to be straight. In one fell swoop, he had cleaned his house of all his gay and bisexual porn and took down the ads on the gay hookup sites. He even cut back on his drug usage, vowing to himself that, when he found the right woman, he’d quit for good. A month later, he met Crystal at a bar where she had gone with some of her work friends.

                Crystal was very different from his first wife. Jody had been a wild, free spirit. She and Bud had a very open sex life and played with all kinds of other couples and singles, much of the time will high on cocaine. It had been nineteen years since the car crash that took her life, and Bud had let his life spiral out of control. Crystal was straight-laced and conservative. She was exactly the kind of woman that Bud had convinced himself he needed to settle down with.

                Bud did well for the first few months of their relationship. He thrilled at the idea of being a father again and took the kids on all kinds of outings. He remained faithful up through the night he proposed. For some, it might have been too soon; but, he knew that Crystal wanted a father figure for her kids and he was so desperate to be someone he wasn’t. The two announced their engagement at Crystal’s grandparents’ Christmas get-together. And that evening, after the excitement wore down and everyone went to bed, Bud cheated for the first time.

                Crystal’s cousin Will volunteered to stay up and help Bud put out the Santa gifts. Once they were done, Will pulled a pipe from his pocket and just hit it. Bud remembered the way the clouds poured from Will’s lips as he reached the pipe out to him.

                “No thanks. I don’t…” Bud declined.

                “C’mon man! I know you do,” Will urged.

                “No. I mean… I used to, but I quit.” Bud was being honest, but he was avoiding the fact that he was tempted by the offer. And then, Will shocked him.

                “C’mon, man. I want you to get fucking high and fuck me!”

                Bud’s mouth dropped. “I… I….”

                “Dude, I recognized you right off. I used to jack off to your profiles online. I’d smoke my T and finger my hole thinking about being your bottom boy. I’ve been rock hard since you all got here yesterday and I need to get pounded by that cock before you leave.”

                “But, Crystal…”

                “… Is not nearly as much fun as my bitch Crystal here. C’mon, man! No one will need to know. Fuck me silly and then go back to living your dull little family man life.”

                Bud looked Will over. On the way up here, Crystal had told Bud all about the new members of her family he was going to meet: Grandpa Lou, the farter; Grandma Pearl, with her constantly slipping false teeth; Aunt Rita, the alcoholic; Uncle Jeff, the retired army vet; and Cousin Will, the black sheep of the family. Crystal had told Bud all about how Will had been in and out of jail since he was 15. The family tolerated his presence, but they all tried to keep their distance – holidays being the big exception. Crystal would be so hurt – so disappointed. But Bud’s cock twitched in his pants as he finally reached out and took the pipe from the man’s hand.

                For the first time in months he was flying. It was only after they started a second bowl that Will unleashed Bud’s huge 9 ½” cock and started to slobber on it. Bud enjoyed the mouth around his cock, remembering that, yes – men did suck better dick. He missed it. And suddenly he realized how much he missed fucking a nice, tight, submissive hole.

                There, in the living room, right underneath the family Christmas tree, Bud fucked his fiancée’s cousin. The solemn-faced angel looked down from the top as the tweaked out pair quietly grunted and pigged out on the floor. Bud gripped Will’s hips in his big hands and pulled the slutty bottom back onto his cock. From his knees, Will took another drag off the pipe and, with a little effort, forced the last bit of the massive meat into his gaping ass.

                The two fucked all over the living room before Will led Bud out the back door and into the yard. There, he crawled between Bud’s knees and, with the big cock to his lips, begged for the larger man’s chem piss. Outside, in the snow, Bud fed the man his piss before turning him over and finishing off in his ass. As his fucked-up mind raced, Bud knew this would not be the last time he cheated on Crystal. He was not going to be able to resist man ass again. And he was already craving more chems.

                On the drive back to North Carolina a couple of days later, Bud weighed his options. In some ways he felt like cheating wasn’t the answer and, if he couldn’t resist fucking other people, he should just break it off with Crystal. But then he looked into the rearview mirror. Stephen and Molly had fallen asleep in the middle row of the van – looking so sweet and peaceful. Jackson and Colton were in the back, playing some video game on the TV that was mounted behind Bud’s head. He decided he’d just stay – for the kids. He knew he wanted to be a father again, and he didn’t know if he’d get the opportunity otherwise. Besides that, he felt like these kids needed him just as much.

                Whether she thought he was ever lying to her or not, the secrets Bud kept from Crystal very quickly started to drive a wedge between them. By Valentine’s Day, Bud had already fucked three other guys. He and Crystal began to fight more often than not, always trying to keep it from the kids, but Bud knew they heard. He didn’t mean for it to happen with Colton; but, the boy was certainly not the innocent one in the situation, and Bud was so pissed at Crystal that night. Once it happened, it was definitely going to happen again.

                Bud’s eyes gazed again at the two brothers. Jackson had just beat Colton at something and the collared young stud was crawling to the floor to reward the champion. Leif sat behind the two on the couch, smoking a joint and rubbing his hardening dick through his pants. Again, Bud smiled. There they were… his three boys. He was so happy to be a father. He hoped that Jackson was feeling the love of this family as much as he did. They would accept him and encourage him to be as devious as his heart and mind desired. They would love him not in spite of his dark side, but for it.

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So... this story has sat, untouched, for over a year. I had so many ideas for it when I first started it. Then life. And writer's block. But, I'm happy to be able to give you the next chapter. :-) Here's hoping it won't be as long before I get you another installment, but I can't make any promises - that only gets me into trouble. At the very least, I hope you enjoy this one. :-) Let me know what you'd like to see happen with these guys. I have a few ideas, but I'm open to more.

Anyway...

 

 

Chapter 9

                “I can’t fucking believe it!” Jackson exclaimed.

                Jackson and Colton both grabbed Bud in a bear hug. A tear actually rolled down tough-boy Colt’s cheek. Bud welcomed the embrace with as much passion as it was given. They were all excited to begin a new chapter in their life.

                “The process is surprisingly simple and we can get the forms online,” Bud explained. “But I want to make this official. I’ve been wanting to do it for Colt ever since he turned 18. Now I’ll do it for you both. And make you all mine. But, there is one thing.” His voice dropped a moment. “Even though it is an adult adoption, state law still requires they notify your birth parents. So, your mom will find out.”

                Jackson didn’t even bat an eye. “I really don’t expect that to cause a problem.”

                And he was right. The papers were filed and not one word was heard from Crystal. Bud legally became their daddy.

                The afternoon they got the word, Bud took his sons to his tattoo artist. Walking in, they were greeted by the receptionist, Zayne. While Zayne took their information, Jackson couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He was a bigger guy – very much a cub – with a full beard. (After Brad, Jackson was starting to get a thing for beards.) He had a bright blue Mohawk, a gauged-up nose ring, gauged ears, and several tattoos visible on his neck and arms. Jackson wanted to know what other body decorations he couldn’t see. When the hairy young guy looked at him, Jackson was hypnotized by the boy’s eyes – so light a shade of brown, they glistened and looked like pure gold.

                Jackson’s distraction was interrupted by the booming voice of Patrick coming in from the back room. Patrick and Bud hugged like frat bros and exchanged pleasantries. It was obvious to Jackson that Patrick must be Zayne’s father. They looked too much alike for them not to be.

                “Hey, boy!” Patrick greeted Colton. In response, Colton squatted down in front of the bear and kissed and licked at a noticeable bulge at the front of his jeans.

                “Jax, this is Patrick. He’s been a good friend for a long time and he’s the exclusive tattoo and piercing artist to our little family. Patty, this is Jackson – Colt’s little brother and the other of my new sons.”

                “He’s a sexy little jock boy,” Patrick admired. “But looks like he needs some ink. What are we doing today?”

                “Both boys are getting a matching “daddy’s boy” branded on their ass, and Jax over there is due for a bio haz tatt.” When Bud said that, Jackson could swear he heard Zayne moan.

                “Let’s get started then. I think I’ll start with Colt so he can finish up what he’s started here. Zayne, why don’t you lock up the door and turn off the sign. You need to show Jackson some of the bio hazard tattoos and help him come up with one, and I have a suspicion that you’re going to take a little while to do that.”

                Colton and Bud followed Patrick to the back while Jackson’s eyes followed Zayne to the front door, which he quickly locked and then flipped the switch on the “open” sign. When he turned around to face Jackson, again, the look in the cub’s eyes was not merely hunger, but starvation. Keeping a professionalism to him, Zayne pulled the object of his lust around the store to a back corner where the walls were covered in samples of hundreds of bio hazard designs.

                “Did you have something in mind?”

                Jackson’s eyes scanned the walls. There were all kinds of designs, some very simple and others intricate. He found himself getting hard just looking at them all. One he really liked had a skull with horns in the middle of it. Another with a gas mask. As he continued to look, the young cub with him slid to his knees and began to rub the hardening cock in front of him. Jackson moaned and grinned down at the boy. The look on Zayne’s face told Jackson everything he needed to know.

                With a swift move of his hand, Jackson grabbed Zayne by the face and leaned down to look him in the eye. When Zayne whimpered, his dominant new acquaintance hocked a wad of spit that coated his face. “I fucking knew you’d be a slut!” He growled.

                At that moment, the two could hear Patrick howl in the back. “Fuck yeah, bitch boy, swallow that load.”

                The two almost laughed, but then Jackson said, sternly, “Bitch, you heard your dad. Get the fuck to work.”

                Both guys pulled off their shirts and Zayne went right for Jackson’s zipper. Impatiently, the horny bottom yanked down jeans and underwear and groaned in delight as Jackson’s 7 ½” cock bounced in front of him. Grabbing Jackson’s muscular ass, Zayne began to fuck his own face, expertly swallowing, each time making sure he felt the sweaty balls brush his beard – a sensation his top was loving. When their eyes met, the power within Jackson came bubbling back to the surface. He needed to take control back. He pulled his cock from Zayne’s throat, leaned down, and used all his muscle to push. With little effort, Jax slid his new bitch back three feet across the hardwood floors until he slammed lightly into the wall. Then, grabbing Zayne’s ears for leverage and leaning his chest against the wall for support, Jackson proceeded to fuck back into the throat, grinning evilly as the boy gagged on him for the first time.

                Once Zayne’s beard was covered in his throat slime and his eyes were red and watering, Jackson pulled out, stepped back, spit, and hit him across the face. “Do you like that, boy?”

                “Yes, sir.”

                Jackson stroked his cock looking over his prey on the floor in front of him. Zayne was bigger than any of the guys Jax had ever found himself attracted to, but something about this cubby slut had his attention right from the start. As he kicked his pants to the side and knelt down, Jackson yanked Zayne up. Without a word, he made Zayne turn around. Getting the idea, the young cub leaned forward against the wall and spread his legs slightly, making it a bit easier for Jackson to pull his pants off.

                “You have a fat, hairy, SEXY ass, boy!” Jackson said, giving it a hard smack. He left a red hand print right next to what looked like a tattoo of a dog’s paw print. He grabbed both meaty globes in his hands and made them jiggle before spreading them open and diving in to taste the sweaty, hairy hole in front of him. It was heaven. Jackson loved the taste of a sweaty asshole, and this one was the best he’d ever stuck his tongue to. He thought for a moment that he could happily be suffocated to death underneath this ass. With one hand he started to finger the boy’s hole while his other reached between the boy’s legs to stroke his cock. He was very surprised when his hand was met by plastic and metal. “What the…” As Jackson pulled back from his hole, Zayne turned to show him his caged cock. Jackson grinned up at him. “Hot!”

                “Daddy locked me up until I convert,” Zayne explained. Jackson examined the gold lock that held the chastity device in place. The lock had a date written on it – a little over a year ago. “That was the day I got locked up. My 18th birthday, and my last time spilling my negative load – at least, without it being coaxed out by a deep prostate massage.” The sexy cub winked. He was so attractive. Jackson stood and pushed him against the wall, kissing him roughly.

                “So you’re still testing neg?”

                “I’ve been fucked by close to 50 different poz cocks since and continue to disappoint at the health department.” Zayne got on his hands and knees in the floor and reached back to spread his hole open. “Wanna see if you’ve got what it takes?”

                Jackson dropped down and, using only a little more spit for lube, sank balls-deep into Zayne’s ass. Both boys moaned and groaned as the intense smacking sounds of Jackson’s muscular hips and Zayne’s fat ass echoed around the room. Jax was mesmerized watching the body ripple under him. Was he a chubby chaser? At the very least he knew he didn’t care. He realized it just didn’t matter to him whether the guy was slim or fit or chubby – he could still be a hot little slut for him. After a few minutes of pounding him like a dog, Jackson put Zayne on his back.

                “Fuck yeah, sir,” Zayne encouraged him, “I want you to fucking poz me.” He pulled Jackson down into a rough kiss. While his top moaned above him, Zayne sniffed and licked the hairy and sweaty pits of the jock boy. “Fucking give me those viral babies,” he whispered, before clamping down to bite Jackson’s nipple.

                “Fucking WHORE!” Jackson screamed out in pain as his load shot out from his cock. “Fuck yeah! FUCK! TAKE THAT POZ LOAD!” He collapsed on his bottom boy, kissing him rough and then gentle as they both panted.

                He was a little disappointed that he had cum so quickly, but this boy had him so turned on. But he also knew this wouldn’t be the only time he fucked this cub. Sitting up, Jackson noticed the sticky mess between them leaking from the plastic cage and felt a sense of pride. When he pulled out and stood up, Zayne knelt and began to clean off the dirty cock that had just slipped from his hole. Jax groaned and his eyes fell closed. When they opened again, they were locked on a tattoo design on the wall – a red and black bio hazard symbol that was spiked. His nipple throbbed from the bite it had been given that sent him over the edge, and Jackson knew just what he was getting.

                After they cleaned up, Zayne got the design ready for Patrick and then helped get Jackson ready by shaving his ass cheeks and his chest. He was already able to picture the bio hazard tatt encircling the little pink nipple on the beautiful boy’s chest and was finding himself aroused again. About that time, they were called back to the back to see Colt’s new tattoo. As the boys checked out the brand on his ass, Colton smiled back. “Your turn, little brother.”

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This story is one of the best on Bz!  The main plot is supported by the various sub-plots as its told.  Some spelling errors but can be glossed over without easily rereading a paragraph or guessing ''Ís this or that what the author meant?"'  (not a disparaging attempt but merely to nudge to current and future writers to spell check or setup your Word or other document creation program or app to identify spelling errors as you type.)  

If I were in my  classroom, I would give the following:   An A for plot/interest/audience, B for grammar/spelling/structure/mechanics

I suppose that after two years, this one is:

 

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