Isshin laid on his bed, exhausted. He turned his head towards the alarm clock on his bedside, which read 10:00 PM, before letting out a yawn. Lying comfortably on the sheets of his bed, Isshin really didn't feel like moving at all. Unfortunately, a knock at the door had forced him to get up to his feet and march towards it. Reaching for the doorknob, Isshin opened the door to face his son who stood with only a towel clothing him.
"Huh...didn't think you'd come here for the magazines. They're on the bed right there." Isshin stepped out of the way as Ichigo marched into the room. Isshin's room was rather spacious and even the king size bed didn't take up much room. On the bed lied a stack of magazines, each cover designed with nude women caressing their bodies.
"Thanks." Ichigo picked up the magazines and headed for the door. Suddenly, he felt his towel being snatched away from her waist, exposing his lower region. "W-What the hell are you doing? "
"It's just us, here. Why are you walking around in a towel?" Isshin threw the towel behind him as he watched Ichigo storm out the room. "That boy needs to stop being a prude."
Ichigo stomped through the halls, his buttocks exposed to whatever was behind him. Entering his bedroom, he slammed the door behind him. Stuffing the magazine under his bed, he hopped onto the large mattress, laying out of his stomach. "Man, I'm tired." He let out a yawn before drifting into slumber.
"Hey, wake up!" Isshin's hard slap on Ichigo's ass woke him, arms crossed his hairy chest. He wore a fitting pair of briefs, appearing to feel no effect from the tight fabric shaping his large bulge.
"Come on, old man! I don't want to see your junk first thing in the morning!" Ichigo realized he was also nude from last night as well, remembering collapsing on his bed above the sheets.
"Stop complaining! The technician's gonna be here any minute, so get dressed!" Isshin stomped out of the room, and Ichigo did as he said, throwing a pair of shorts that split at the sides and a tank top. He could hear the door bell ringing from upstairs and heard someone walk in. Marching downstairs, Ichigo gazed upon a shirtless blonde in a pair of green shorts similar to Ichigo, stopping below the buttocks. He was adjusting the thermostat as his shorts were slightly showing his plumber's crack.
"Kisuke!" Ichigo cried out, face shaded in red. "What the hell are you doing in my house?"
"Your father wanted to help you with a problem, he said?" Kisuke turned around to face Ichigo, stepping up to him.
"What problem?" Ichigo tried to act clueless, but Kisuke was no fool.
"This problem." Kisuke took hold of Ichigo's waist before turning him around and having him bend over the dining table. Yanking down Ichigo's shorts, Kisuke pulled off his own, his exposing member hard and dripping. "Daddy said you need to loosen up, but I can fix that." At that, he had thrust inside Ichigo, gaining an orgasmic moan from him nor giving him time to prepare. The thrusting continued as Kisuke received more moans and rocked the table in the process. As Kisuke noticed Ichigo growing exhausted by the minutes, he didn't cease, indulging in the tightness of Ichigo's entrance.
Both men were on the floor now. Ichigo was on his back as Kisuke mounted him, still inside him. Kisuke was still going, ensuring Ichigo was relieved of all frustration. Suddenly, it was that time. Kisuke moaned at the top of his lungs, completely filling Ichigo's rectum. Using his ejaculate as lubrication, Kisuke tried to get in a few more thrusts, but ended up collapsing atop of Ichigo, whispering in his ear. "You feel good? 'Cause I know I do."
"Ichigo!" Isshin's cry woke Ichigo from his slumber. He was wearing the briefs from earlier, and had the same large, throbbing bulge. It was all a dream. "Get dressed! Your friend is here!"
"Oh, no need for Kurosaki to get dressed." A man with long, flowing red-hair stepped into the room. "That makes my job a lot easier." He was shirtless and had several tattoos over his body. His loose, red shorts had split at the side and stopped slightly below the buttocks.
"Renji?" Ichigo saw Renji toss something at his lap as he picked it up, holding a pair of pink speedos with strawberry motifs on it.
"Put those on. We're going to the beach."