Gary's Choice

Timothy stood naked on the deck like a divine being. I had not seen him in two years and so was unaware of his physical transformation. He’d had a growth spurt as he was two inches taller and had put on muscle. His chest, shoulders and upper arms were developed, his abs were defined, his powerful torso had a tapered waist and his legs were really worked out. His blond hair was still curly and though he had his boyish smile there was more maturity and masculinity to his face.

Most remarkable were his sex organs. His once pleasing dick was over an inch bigger than I remembered it. It was now a stunning eight inches of solid thick man flesh capped by a perfectly shaped majestic head, all surrounded by a fascinating blond bush. His large heavy balls dangled triumphantly. He had become a vision of a supreme young god.

He sauntered with cockiness to Robert’s face. Like a wounded animal, Robert grunted, opened his mouth and took in his younger brother’s manhood  while the twos’ eyes were locked on each other’s. Despite his face being distorted by Timothy’s large organ, I could discern Robert’s shamed expression as he expertly slobbered away and chugged on those heavy balls. “On your back” smoothly said Timothy as he pulled his dick out of Robert’s mouth. Robert adjusted himself as he was told, and now had his legs up and spread. “Robert, you’re so excited” smiled Timothy as he tossed of Robert’s underwear, revealing his dripping hardon.

“You look pretty lubed up to me, but if you need more, let me know” said Timothy as he began to slide his cock up Robert’s slicked up chute. Robert was gasping and his dick looked ready to burst from Timothy’s fucking. He fucked with stamina, force and concentration.

“Look at your boy go!” laughed Nick. “Timothy is such a stallion. He knocked up another girl! It wasn’t long before he was messing around with that doula we hired. I could see she had the hots for him. I said go for it. She’s carrying our daughter. I’ve paid her off. He still bottoms for me, but I better watch it, or he’ll be fucking me one day! He’s an absolute uncontrollable beast. It’s fucking hot watching him. He even went down on that girl. How she screamed as he ate her out. He’s come a long way.”

Timothy’s magnificent torso continued thrusting against his submissive brother’s body with a special passion. At one point, Timothy lowered his head down and kissed Robert on the mouth while fucking him. Later on, Robert wailed in ecstasy as Timothy brought him to orgasm. Robert’s engorged erection shot off a stream of cum straight in to the air that landed all over him. Timothy pulled his dick out of Robert’s ass, walked over and presented it to Robert’s face. With disgust, Robert began sucking Timothy again. He soon pulled out, shooting his load on Robert’s face. Robert’s disgrace was complete, for now.

There was now an odd tableau. Robert lay on the table panting and totally ravaged, drenched in cum. The conquering Timothy stood erect, his muscles glistening from his sweat and his mesmerizing cock was long and soft. He reached down and helped his brother off of the table. Standing next to each other, Timothy was slightly taller than Robert.

“Let’s get you cleaned up” said Timothy to Robert as he hugged him and patted his ass. The two nude brothers exited through the sliding glass door.

Officers Wang and Duarte left. Nick had me follow him into his nicely furnished house and upstairs. In a bedroom painted blue, he showed me my angelic first grandchild Leo, sleeping in his crib.

“Thank you for everything” I said to Nick as we were sitting back on the deck. “Life is strange” he said as he shook my hand.

Timothy and Robert emerged, showered, dressed and gleaming. The two brothers looked perfectly normal and appeared convivial.

“Well, we’ll be going” I said.

“No. Stay for dinner” said Timothy.

“Sure” said Robert.

“Keep out of his way!” roared Nick.

Clad in a black Brooks Brothers polo shirt, checkered red shorts, black leather loafers and looking like a country club squire, Timothy stood at the grill methodically cooking three filet mignons, potatoes in their skins and asparagus. Just like I taught him how to, long ago. 

We sat at the patio table, savoring this feast accompanied by a cold Rosé. “We’re all good!” grinned Timothy as he polished off a glass of Rosé . Dessert was dishes filled with strawberries and fresh whipped cream.

“What the fuck?!” yelled Nick.

Timothy was back at the grill, holding a pair of tongs that contained Robert’s police file which soon burst in to flames. He then embraced the seated Robert from behind, bent down, chewed on his ear and whispered, “I hope you’ll come back. I hope you’ll want to.”