Here comes chapter 4... Reviews and ideas are welcome as usual, let me know what you think!/Menandboysandme
The next morning Brendan woke up early, Steven's erection poking the inside of his thigh. Their bodies were attached to each other, sticky by sweat and cum from the previous night's activities. The reminder of yesterday's magnificent make-up sex made Brendan's own member stirr for attention. Brendan carefully shook Steven's shoulder, but the boy was heavily asleep and showed no sign of awakening. "Want to take a shower," he whispered seductively into the lad's ear, making Steven literally jump out of the bed. Brendan smirked and hung one of his robes over the boy's shoulders. With arms wrapped around the boy's slim waist he then escorted him to the bathroom, soundlessly to not wake up Cheryl or the lads. Brendan was horny as hell and looking at Steven, all tousled hair and morning hard-on, didn't make it any better. Hurridly he stripped both of them from their robes and shoved Steven into the shower cubical.
As Brendan joined him under the running water, he poured some of his expensive shower gel into his palm and started lathering the boy up. He watched Steven's cock twitch, the kid's lewd body so easily responding to his touch. "You certainly are a dirty boy, Steven," he purred and slowly ran his palms over the boy's front. He made sure that not an inch of skin was left out from the treatment, thoroughly rubbing his hands over the boy's torso and stomach. Steven moaned and reached for his cock - only for his fingers to be firmly slapped away and replaced by Brendan's own. "Mine," he growled as he fisted Steven's cock. Brendan carefully cleaned it and the light strokes made Steven writhe. He began to rock his hips back and forth, thrusting his slippery dick into Brendan's large hand.
When he removed his hand from the boy's length, the kid wailed as if the loss was acctually painful. Brendan tutted and turned the boy around and started giving his attention to the backside. He kneeded the lean muscles of Steven's neck and back, slowly moving his way down to the small of the back where he dropped to his knees. Not a very comfortable position - but with the view displayed before him - who cared. Steven's bottom still had hints of Brendan's handprints left on it. "Sore?" Brendan asked, softly caressing the beautiful globes. Steven looked over his shoulder to meet the kneeling man's gaze. "Just a bit," he answered, a small smile on his lips. Brendan nodded and spread the boy's arse cheeks. "What about here?" he murmured. Steven swallowed hard and whimpered: "yeah."
Brendan lathered up his hands anew and carefully cleaned the boy's sore arse, outside and inside of it. He was more gentle than he could really handle, but he knew it was needed beacuse of the previous night's mercyless fucking. When he had finished the thorough cleaning, Brendan spread the lad's bottocks further apart and leaned in to taste the tender pucker. "I'll kiss it better," he said, low and husky, right before he plunged his tongue into the pink hole. There was no doubt that the kid appreciated a good rim job, Brendan thought with satisfaction as he licked and kissed it hungrily. Steven couldn't get enough of the tongueing and kept pushing his arse out, begging Brendan for more.
The hot water was flowing down over them and the temperature was surely rising in the small cubical. Brendan spun the boy around, deciding that it was time for him to have his release. He started licking at the head of Steven's cock, his tongue cirkeling around it as he ran his hands over the firm arse cheeks . Steven looked down at him, eyes glossy with lust as Brendan grabbed the kids narrow hips to take the full length into his mouth. Steven gasped and tugged his hands at Brendan's wet hair as the Irishman deep throated him and at the same time started to push a single finger into the kid's tight entrance. Steven moaned soundly by the intrusion, and Brendan knew that one finger would be quite enough this time. The eager finger fucking of Steven's sore little arsehole soon made the lad quiver from a powerful orgasm. He almost slipped on the wet floor and Brendan was forced to stand up and support the kid, getting Steven's spunk all over him on the way up.
Steven chuckled while Brendan held him tightly. "Bloody teenager," he smirked and tugged at the kid's ear. Steven regained some composure and reached for the bottle of shower gel. He bit his lip and looked at Brendan, soundlessly asking for permission. "Return the favour? Sure..." Brendan answered, his voice thick with arousement. Letting the lad wash him was remarkably sensual. The touch of the his slender hands, the submissive gaze as he dropped to his knees, the water running all over the taut body made Brendan's cock weap. "Suck me, Steven. I want to come in your mouth..."
Steven's orally techniques had been improving and Brendan watched with fascination as his entire cock disapperad down Steven's throat - almost without the gag reflex. He let out a groan and leaned his head back against the cubical wall. Steven was blowing him like he couldn't get enough of the taste. He used his tongue skillfully, licking the shiny length from the base to the head, teasing it over and over again. "Make me come..." Brendan moaned.
Steven suddenly pulled away and looked at him with a mischievousgrin. "In a hurry Mr. Brady?" he asked, licking his pouty lips that had turned red from the blowing.
Brendan laughed, low and dangerous as he simply grabbed the kid's neck, forcing the throbbing cock down his throat. Steven couldn't control the gagging anymore, but Brendan didn't care, he just continued to pound into that sweet little mouth, making the boy take all of him in firm thrusts. Brendan came with a carnal groan, filling Steven's mouth with hot semen and watched him swallow it all in one large gulp. Suddenly a heavy banging on the bathroom door made both of them jump. "Hurry up for fucks sake, you've been in there for hours!" Joel shouted angrily on the other side of the bathroom door. Brendan and Ste looked at each other and grinned, luckily they had at least had been able to finish.
Joel was still on a terrible mood when they joined him at the breakfast table. The Scottish kid kept throwing evil glares at Steven, who rolled his eyes and muttered inaudible curses in return. The two boys fighting was really getting old and Brendan kept thinking that he should talk to them, but right now he had other matters to deal with: "Time to speak up now, Steven. The amount of drugs that you were buying yesterday plus the stock we found in your room – you were going to sell them weren't you? Tell me why, Steven," Brendan demanded. Steven seemed anxious, pushing his food around on the plate. "I can't.." he whimpered. Brendan looked at him in confusion, what could possibly be so awful that the kid couldn't tell him? "I'm not just going to let you off the hook that easliy, Steven. You either tell me right now, or you're not leaving the appartement until you've done so."
Joel slammed his fork down and turned to Brendan. "Why do you even bother, Brendan? He's clearly just some fucked up drug addict!" Brendan really didn't see why Joel was being so hostile against Steven, although he did share his frustration right now. "That's enough, Joel. You two have more in common than you think, maybe you should try to get along, yeah?" Brendan muttered and went over to the zink to start the washing up. "So he's not the only one with an idiot step-dad! So what?" Joel hissed. Steven stood up and coldly stared at him. "You don't have a fucking clue - about anything."
The Scottish kid flew up from his chair and furiously pushed Steven in the chest. "Yeah? Says who? You can barely read!" Joel shouted. Steven returned the push making Joel almost lose his balance. "Fucker!" he shouted and took a swing at Steven who ducked and aimed a blow at Joel. His arm was caught in a strong grip and Brendan dragged both of the boys over to the livingroom couch where he harshly put them down."What's the matter with you?" he hissed, the Irish accent even thicker and more intimidating than usual. "I've had enough of you two. You'll stay at home today, not leaving the appartement until you've sorted this out, you hear?" Brendan said sternly. Joel nodded reluctantly, clearly embarressed to be told of like a little boy, but Steven obstinately shook his head.
"No... Cheryl needs the help...and I need to work," Steven protested with desperation in his voice. Brendan shook his head "It will be a slow night and both Rhys and Jaquii are working. Cheryl will manage. You stay home. End of disussion." His voice was low and menacing and should have been enough for anyone to convince them not to continue, but Steven was determined: "Please Brendan! I-I need the money!" he shouted to Brendan's face. The Irishman's face grew dark and he slammed his fist down at the coffetable. "Enough with the games, Steven. Tell me what's going on. Now!" he bellowed, the outburst making Joel jump in his seat. "Terry's blackmailing me..." Steven whispered.
Walker appeared in the room, gazing curiously at the three men who were all looking quite upset. "What's going on? I take a shower and I miss all the drama?" he sat down next to Joel and his eyes wandered between them. Steven got his cellphone out from his pocket and handed it to Brendan. The Irishman frowned and looked at the screen. It was a text saying: "pay up, or I'll go to the police." Apparently Steven had stolen Terry's car the night when he had beaten him up and the boy's swollen eye in combination with the lack of a driver's license had resulted in the car being crashed, beyond recognotion, against a telegraph pole.
Brendan felt the anger vibrating inside of him. How the fuck could that Terry - son of a bitch - have the guts to blackmail Steven after almost beating him senseless? He laid a hand on Steven's shoulder, touching him soothingly. "A car? That's all?" he asked softly. "Why didn't you tell me sooner, Steven?" The kid looked up at him with a sad and vulnerable expression on his young face. "I didn't want to lose you..." he whimpered and the room fell quiet. Brendan was struck by the sudden declaration of emotions, but hearing the words touched him immensly. He felt bound to this boy - they belonged together now and he would do the right thing for care of him, give him the life he deserved, get him off the fucking drugs and make him happy. But first of all he would deal with the creep that had hurt him.
"Get your coat, Walker, you and me are going on a little excursion, " Brendan said. Steven looked terrified, like Brendan was out of his mind. "I know what I'm doing, trust me," Brendan whispered in his ear as he hugged him tightly. Walker and Brendan got themselves into Brendan's Mercedes and programmed the GPS for Terry's address. "So we're going step-daddy hunting are we?" Walker said cheerfully. Brendan nodded and got the motor running. It wasn't the first time they did things like this together. It had been a while since last time, but now the situation called for it. And Terry wouldn't bother Steven again when they were done with him...
"So, any idea of why our boys hate each other so much?" Brendan asked, wanting to get his mind of their mission for a moment. The other man turned his head and started laughing uncontrollably. "Are you being serious, Brendan?" Walker shouted. The Irishman stared back at him, confused. "Joel's hot for you, don't say you haven't noticed!" he said, still chuckling slightly. Brendan took a deep breath. "And that doesn't bother you, Simon?" he retorted and increased the speed of the car. "I don't mind sharing my toys once in a while, no..." Walker smirked and casually leaned back in his seat. Brendan laughed a short laugh, shook his head and put his eyes back on the road: "I'm with Steven." Walker put his hand on Brendan's knee, moving it slowly towards his crotch. "If you weren't such a prude, then maybe we could all have some fun," he whispered seductively. Brendan firmly removed the other man's long fingers from his leg and turned off the engine. "You better start thinking with the right body parts now, Simon. We're here..."
To be continued...