In the Dark

by G. A. Hauser

  “Hey, copper.” Alex, hands on hips, pushed his pelvis forward. It was no secret to Jeff and Mickey, Jeff’s partner, that Alexander loved older men. And his dad? Mark made no secret about his desire for men in uniform.

  “Well?” Jeff asked, already sporting a hard-on for this father and son combo, “Which one of you beauties set it off?”

  “Me.” Mark raised his hand. “I’m to blame. Arrest me, Officer.” Mark held his hands out in front of him as if he wanted to be cuffed.

  “Don’t tempt me, gorgeous.” Jeff’s cock throbbed under his dark blue trousers. “Anyone else home?” He took a look around for Steve.

  “Nope, just us.” Alex sauntered closer. “Christ, you’re so fucking good looking in that uniform, Officer Chandler. Wanna pat me down?”

  “Alex,” Mark chided softly. “Don’t torment the poor man on duty.”

  Jeff keyed his microphone and informed the dispatcher it was indeed a false alarm, immediately asking for a break after. She granted him one. “Off duty now.” Jeff grinned wickedly.

  “Oh?” Mark stepped closer. “And? Off duty and can play?”

  “Yes!” Alex pumped his fist.

  “Ya got me for fifteen minutes. Do your worst.” Jeff held out his arms to his sides in invitation.

  “No time to waste!” Mark grabbed Jeff’s hand and raced up the stairs to his bedroom, Alex in hot pursuit.

  The minute Jeff entered the master suite, Mark began unfastening his heavy gun belt. Helping Mark drop the weighty gear to the floor and lower his uniform trousers, Jeff instantly began stripping Mark of his clothing as well.

  When a tongue lapped at his ass, Jeff jolted and tuned to look over his shoulder. Alex was naked on his knees behind him, spreading his cheeks and licking at his rim. “Holy Christ!”

  “You like it, copper?” Alex asked wickedly.

  While his son was busy molesting his rear, Mark unzipped Jeff’s uniform shirt, revealing his Kevlar vest and white t-shirt.

  “I like!” Jeff’s cock stood at attention as that eighteen year old devoured his butt like a pro.

  Once the three of them were naked, Mark led Jeff to his large king-sized bed.

  “The two of you?” Jeff gasped. “Jesus! It doesn’t get any better than that!”

  Both Mark and Alex lay back on the bed side by side. “Come and get it.” Mark craned his finger.

  Jeff dove between them, pulling them both closer, under him. Feeling Alex and Mark licking at his face and ears, perfectly matched bookends, their hands on his back and ass, Jeff groaned in agony. “Shoot me. I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

  Alex giggled. “Yes, shoot me. Shoot your spunk into me.”

  “Fuck! I don’t know which one of you I want to fuck first!” Jeff squirmed on them in bliss. Finding each of their cocks hard and ready, he stroked those amazing lengths simultaneously. Through the grapevine he’d heard rumors they were ten inches and shivered in disbelief. “Jesus, guys!”

  “Fuck me first,” Alex whimpered, thrusting his enormous shaft through Jeff’s hand.

  Scooting lower on the bed, Jeff sucked on Alex’s long thick dick while he fisted Mark’s. Hearing both their groans was pure gold. The minute he tasted Alex’s pre-cum he swapped over sucking Mark. Mark’s cock was just as delicious as his son’s.

  After he’d devoured each for a few moments, he leaned up on his elbows, resting on their thighs. “Kiss.”

  “Sorry?” Mark tilted his head, his shoulder-length hair sticking to his sweaty face and neck as he panted for breath.

  “Kiss!” Jeff urged.

  Alex and Mark exchanged looks.

  Jeff’s body went into overdrive as the thought of that gorgeous father and son duo swapping spit pushed him over the edge.

  Gently, Mark reached behind Alex’s head and urged him close. When their lips touched, Jeff growled like a wild animal and knelt up on the bed, jacking off as he stared in absolute astonishment that they did it. “Fuck!”

  As their kissing intensified, and Alex reached down for his father’s huge cock, Jeff shouted, “Yes! Oh, God! Jack each other off! Please!”

  While they were lip locked, Mark reached downwards. Jeff led Mark’s hand to Alex’s stiff dick. Jeff was gasping so hard he couldn’t catch his breath. “Come! Come! Oh, my fucking God, I’m so hard I’m going to explode.”

  Mark fisted Alex faster, as Alex did the same to him, both groaning in pleasure as they kissed more passionately.

  “Aahhhfuck!” Jeff came, his stream arcing like a fountain across the two naked men under him as long strings of cream coated their tanned flesh.

  “Ah! Ah!”

  Jeff’s eyes sprang open to see which Richfield climaxed first. As his jaw hung in shock, both of those gorgeous men came together, spraying Jeff’s abdomen and pubic hair with their spunk. “Yes! Holy mother-fucking-god!”

  “Ah…Dad…holy shit…” Alex moaned.

  “Alex, you’re delicious,” Mark purred.

  Blinking his eyes in disbelief that the two of them had done his bidding, Jeff jolted in excitement as Alex and Mark sat up to lick their cum off his skin. “I swear this is the best fucking break I’ve ever had in my life.”

  The men chuckled softly, their hot tongues cleaning up the mess they made.

  “Ahhh, God…I’m in heaven!”

  * * * *

  “Jeff?”

  “Huh?” Jeff turned in the car seat to Mickey.

  “Are you falling asleep?”

  “No.” Jeff rubbed his face tiredly.

  “It’s dead.” Mickey tried to stretch in the tight space. “Maybe we should look around for a traffic stop or something to kill the time.”

  Jeff stared at Mickey as he sat relaxed in the passenger’s seat of their patrol car. After giving the parking lot they were in a good look around, Jeff dove onto Mickey’s lap, opening his gun belt and trousers.

  “Ah! Chandler! Now?”

  “Now, Stanton!” Jeff dug Mickey’s soft cock out of his briefs and sucked it.

  “Fuck, I love working with you.” Mickey spread his legs wider.

  That flaccid dick hardened up in his mouth. Yeah he had some pretty strange fantasies. So? No one had to know but him.

  “I love you, Jeff,” Mickey crooned, digging his hands through Jeff’s hair.

  “Mm!” Jeff replied in agreement, sucking harder.

  10

  Bryan Buck sat across the kitchen table from his older brother Jordon. Not only was Bryan envious of his Wall Street stockbroker brother’s brains, he was jealous of his culinary skills as well.

  “Are you going to be involved in another play once Hair is done its run on Broadway?” Jordon asked, sipping the crisp white Riesling from a stemmed glass.

  “I’m hoping so. I’ve already had two auditions and a call back for the next one.”

  “What’s this play about?” Jordon placed the glass down carefully on the table and continued to eat the seafood paella he had prepared.

  “It’s from a new playwright. I’ve never heard of him or the play.” Bryan studied his brother’s handsome features in admiration. All right, admit it. Jordon is nicer looking, smarter, bigger, and everything else better than I am. Christ, who has time to work out in the gym every day?

  “What’s the name of it?”

  “Joe Orton Slept Here.”

  Jordon laughed. “Uh huh.”

  “Yeah, well.” Bryan blushed as he replied, “It’s for the lead so I’m not complaining.”

  “I assume it’s a gay play then. You know. Orton inspired?” Jordon rested his fork on the empty plate, relaxing, raising his glass again.

  “Yes. Gay actors, gay play,” Bryan said. “And speaking of gay…” He narrowed his eyes at his brother. “How’s life fucking the ex-teen-porn star, Tyler Holliday?”

  Jordon’s calm demeanor changed to rage. Bryan knew how protective Jordon was over his lover’s reputation, but he just couldn’t help but push his brother’s buttons.

  “Don�
��t talk about him like that.” Jordon stood abruptly and began clearing the empty plates off the table.

  Crossing his legs as he watched Jordon, Bryan sipped his wine smugly. “Oh? Still a wee bit sensitive about your lover’s first life?”

  “I said shut up.” Jordon began loading the dishwasher.

  Once he’d finished his wine, Bryan brought the glass and his plate to the sink where Jordon was standing. “Ex-porn star, ex-wedding planner, and now top model with Spencer and Epstein’s agency. My how he has grown.”

  Twisting the sink tap closed, Jordon glared at Bryan. “Are you trying to get me angry? What’s the deal? Because it’s working.”

  Bryan handed his brother a towel for his wet hands. “I love bringing out the fire in you, Jordon. It’s more than that lame blonde bimbo flight attendant you were engaged to ever could.”

  “Now you’re bringing up Fawn?” Jordon groaned in exasperation. “Maybe it’s time you went home, Bry.”

  Staring at Jordon’s deep brown eyes, his chiseled jaw, his strapping six foot one inch height, all solid muscle, Bryan felt his body react against his will. “I don’t want to go home.”

  “Then stop pissing me off.” Jordon closed the door of the dishwasher. “You want dessert?”

  “Yes…” Bryan hissed seductively.

  “Fine.” Jordon inched passed him and opened the refrigerator.

  While Jordon’s back was turned, Bryan admired his tight ass in his clinging black trousers.

  “What are you in the mood for? I have some Dean and Deluca cheesecake.”

  On the premise of peering into the fridge, Bryan leaned over Jordon’s body, pushing his semi-hard cock into his brother’s butt. “Anything.” Bryan closed his eyes, inhaling Jordon’s masculine cologne.

  “Well, decide. I’m not having anything so tell me what you want.”

  Running his fingers lightly down Jordon’s sides to his hips, Bryan held tight and pushed his pelvis into his brother’s bottom.

  Jordon turned to look over his shoulder. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “What I want isn’t in the refrigerator, Jordon.” Bryan ground his stiff cock into Jordon’s ass crack.

  Jordon bolted upright and closed the refrigerator door, frozen where he stood.

  Moaning softly, Bryan smoothed his hands around the front of Jordon’s slacks caressing his large soft package.

  “Oh God, no way, Bryan.”

  As Bryan kneaded the soft fleshy mound under his brother’s slacks, he noticed Jordon did not pull away. Closing his eyes, Bryan rested his cheek on Jordon’s broad back and swayed in a gentle dance as he massaged between his brother’s legs.

  Feeling Jordon’s chest expand as his respirations quickened, Bryan opened the buckle of Jordon’s belt, his button, and his zipper. Pausing, Bryan waited for Jordon to stop him.

  Assuming he gave Jordon enough time to end this incestuous act, Bryan dragged Jordon’s pants down his hips. He felt Jordon stiffen, but again, he did not stop him.

  Lowering both Jordon’s briefs and trousers to the floor, Bryan knelt behind him and admired what he knew would be a perfect set of buns. “Son of a bitch.”

  Jordon’s torso expanded with a deep inhale followed by a long slow exhale.

  Bryan parted his brother’s ass cheeks and lapped at his rim.

  An agonizing groan came from Jordon in response.

  Ever since they were teens, Bryan thought his brother was gorgeous. Perfect build, prefect hair and teeth, Hollywood movie star features, captain of the football team, prom king, Jordon should be the actor, not him. Bryan knew he wasn’t ugly, far from it. But nothing, in his opinion, compared to his brother, Jordon Buck. And only a man as gorgeous as Jordon could have netted that living gay fantasy, Tyler Holliday. Bryan couldn’t, but it wasn’t for lack of trying.

  His saliva was running down Jordon’s inner thigh. Stiffening up his tongue, Bryan penetrated Jordon’s ass ring.

  “Ah!” Jordon jumped in shock. “What are you doing to me, Bryan? Are you insane?”

  “Doesn’t Tyler do this?” Bryan wiped at his chin and continued to lick at that puckered rim.

  “Tyler is my lover! You’re my fucking brother!”

  “Incest is best.” Bryan ran kisses all over Jordon’s tight ass globes.

  “You’re insane,” Jordon mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

  Holding Jordon’s waist, Bryan forced him to turn around. Seeing Jordon’s cock protruding like a stiff rod from his slacks, Bryan smiled. “Uh huh…not turned on? I beg to differ.”

  “Go away. Do you have any idea what Mom would do if she knew about this?”

  “Mom?” Bryan choked in disbelief. “Who gives a shit about Mom? I want to know what my brother’s spunk tastes like.”

  “You’re sick!” Jordon tried to slink back but he was trapped by the kitchen counter.

  “Am I?” Bryan aimed Jordon’s cock towards his mouth and enveloped the head of his dick, swallowing it inch by inch.

  Jordon’s entire body tensed and he ended up on his toes, gripping the counter with white knuckles.

  “Mm!” Bryan drew him in so his nose was being tickled by Jordon’s dark bush. I knew you’d taste fucking fantastic!

  “No…oh, come on, Bry, no…” Jordon whined.

  Bryan waited for him to push him back, make a move to end the perversion. Jordon didn’t. As a matter of fact, Jordon was pumping his hips in a nice rhythm into his mouth. Bryan dug between Jordon’s legs for his balls. While he manipulated the large soft sacks in his fingers, he increased his suction and speed. A blast of pre-cum melted on his tongue. Bryan moaned in pleasure.

  “No! No!” Jordon pleaded as his groin geared up for a climax.

  Waiting eagerly for his brother’s spunk to shoot out, Bryan pushed his index finger up Jordon’s slick saliva-coated ass and massaged his prostate.

  “Augh! God help me!” Jordon’s knees gave out and he fell back against the kitchen counter.

  The pulsating of Jordon’s cock commenced with a jutting blast of thick tangy cum. Bryan crooned in delirium as mouthful after mouthful of spunk entered him. Shivering at his brother’s orgasmic moans and jerking muscles, Bryan continued to milk him gently, getting every drop. When Jordon’s cock began to soften, Bryan pulled back, releasing it with a wet pop, allowing his dick to settle against those long dangling balls. He gazed up at Jordon’s expression as he recuperated.

  “Well?” Bryan asked wickedly.

  “We’ll burn in hell.” Jordon panted.

  “I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.”

  “Fine, Billy Joel, but I’ll never get over the shock or the deed.” Jordon bent down to pull up his clothing.

  Grinning contentedly as Jordon stuffed his spent cock back into his briefs, Bryan sighed deeply.

  * * * *

  “Bry? Oh, Bryan to earth?”

  Blinking, Bryan looked across the kitchen table at his brother.

  “You want seconds?” Jordon pointed to his nearly empty plate.

  “No. I’m good.” Bryan sat up, his face suddenly feeling flushed as he hoped to hell his brother wasn’t clairvoyant and could read his thoughts.

  Jordon stood, setting his plate in the sink. A sound of the door to the penthouse opening reached Bryan’s ears.

  As he waited, the glorious ex-teen porn star turned top model, Tyler Holliday entered the room.

  “Hello, Bryan.”

  “Tyler.” Bryan tried to smile politely at him.

  “Hey, babe.” Tyler swung Jordon into a hug with one arm around Jordon’s waist.

  As they kissed, Bryan felt a pang of jealousy.

  “How was work?” Jordon asked, preparing a dish of food for Tyler. “If I’d have known you would be home so soon, I would have waited.”

  “No. I had no idea when the shoot would finish. It’s fine.” Tyler sat in the seat Jordon had been in, across from Bryan. “Was it good?”

  “It’s always good if Jordon cooked it
.” Bryan watched as his brother set a full plate in front of his lover and poured wine for Tyler before joining them at the table.

  “So?” Tyler asked once he’d eaten a couple of bites, “How’s your love life, Bryan? Still enjoying Adrian Tripp?”

  Yeah, but he’s not either of you. “Yes. We still see each other on occasion.”

  “More wine, Bry?” Jordon held up the bottle.

  “No, Jordon. I should go.” Bryan didn’t think he could watch his brother lavish affection on another man.

  “Already?” Jordon appeared hurt. “I thought you’d hang around for dessert. I bought cheesecake from Dean and Deluca.”

  Bryan paused to stare at Jordon at the comment. “What I want you don’t have in your fridge.”

  “Huh?” Jordon tilted his head in confusion.

  “Nothing.” Bryan found Tyler giving him an odd look as well. “I’ll see you guys.”

  “Let me walk you to the door.” Jordon hurried behind Bryan.

  “Bye, Tyler.”

  “See ya, Bryan.”

  As they approached the front door, Jordon whispered, “Are you okay?”

  Stopping, turning around, Bryan cupped his brother’s face in one hand.

  Jordon jolted but waited before pulling back.

  “Have a nice night, Jordy.”

  “Jesus, Bry. Don’t kiss me.”

  An empty sensation filled Bryan. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

  “Good.” Jordon backed away from him to open the door. “Call me.”

  “I will.” Giving Jordon a soft smile, Bryan waved as he stood at the elevator while Jordon waved back before closing his door. Once he was alone in the hall, Bryan’s smile faded to an ache. “Man, am I fucked up or what?” He took his phone out of his pocket and dialed. “Hey, Adrian. Wanna fuck? ...Good. I’ll be at your place in fifteen minutes. Bye.” He hung up, took another look at his brother’s door before he entered the elevator.