The day came when Lars and Lance’s parents were in town for their monthly family dinner. There was an upscale Italian restaurant in our college town where dinner would be taking place.
Lars and I had already conspired about how best to torture Lance during our shared meal.
Lars said his parents usually arrive early and our plan was to intercept them before Lance arrived. I put on some khakis and a white button down shirt. Even with just one button undone, my chest hairs were popping out of it. I trimmed my beard and even went for a haircut so I looked well-groomed. Comparative to Lars, the twink, I looked a good decade older even though it was only three years. I wondered what his parents would think about me “dating” their youngest son. I also wondered if they’d figure out I took their son’s cherry. That gave me a raging boner which I’d have to deal with later.
So there we were, face to face, with Mr. & Mrs. Larsen. Half of me hated them before I met them. They created Lance, that monster who tormented and terrified me during high school. Then half of me was willing to give them a pass since they are created that hottie, Lars. Mr. Larsen was a very good looking man. He was as tall as me, a full head of blonde hair, just like his boys, blue eyes, square jaw. He kept himself in shape. He wore a pair of blue dress paints and a yellow polo shirt. He looked like a serious man. I didn’t know much about him other than he was some sort of big-wig at a multi-national conglomerate. Mrs. Larsen wasn’t bad looking either. A brunette with longish hair, brown eyes, a nice figure. She was wearing a printed sun dress. She was a high school English teacher if I remembered correctly in our rival high school across town.
After hugging Lars he introduced me to them.
“Mother, dad, this is Alex, my ummm, my ahhh…”
I jumped in, “we’re dating. So nice to meet you Mr. & Mrs. Larsen. Lars speaks so highly of you.
“Dating?”, Mr. Larsen said, kind of putting two and two together in the moment.
“Yes Sir. It’s only been a few weeks. Actually, I was in Lance’s grade in school, so I’ve known Lars for a few years.”
“You know Lance?”, he asked.
“Of course, we had many interactions in high school. You know, he was quite the guy back then.”
Lars shot me a playful look.
“Well, let’s go get our table boys”, Mrs. Larsen said a little astonished by her son just coming out in the moment.
We made small talk about classes and looked over the menu.
“What’s HE doing here?”, Lance asked rather loudly, pointing at me.
“Mom and Dad said I could bring a friend.”
“Honey, calm down. Your brother is dating him if you must know.”, Mrs. Larsen said innocently.
“Dating? Him? No way! He’s too old to date Lars!”
“That’s enough, Lance! He’s the same age as you. At least your brother is dating someone, what about you?”
“Yes Lance, anyone special in your life?”, Lars asked sarcastically.
“No dad. I’m keeping my options open.”
“Lance, a good looking man like you, surely there must be someone out there you have your eyes on.”, I said. It became obvious to me in that moment that Lance never told them about his relationship with Logan. He wasn’t out to them yet.
Lance shot me a death stare from across the table. The tension was building, well, seeing Lance squirm was kind of fun for me.
The hot waiter, Charles, came to take out orders and then Mr. Larsen asked Lars, “so ummm how long have you two been dating again?”
“Just about a month now, dad. You know, I met Alex a long time ago when Lance was in high school. It feels like I’ve known him for years.”
Lance’s blood was boiling.
“Dad, you have to stop this. You don’t know who he is!”
“Nonsense, son. Alex looks like a respectful gentleman to me. What’s your problem?”
“Yeah Lance, what’s your problem? Are you jealous?”, Lars went there!
“Boys, boys! Stop! Can’t we just have a nice family meal without all of this drama?”
“Sure, just ask Alex to leave and I’ll be fine.”
“Alex isn’t going anywhere. Lance, if I have to tell you one more time to calm down you’re the one who will be leaving, understood?”
I was enjoying this! I hardly had to do anything but be present and Lance was completely losing his shit! My dick was bricking up watching Lance get scolded by his father. Lars placed his hand on my thigh and I pushed it up and over my crotch. Lars gave it a nice squeeze. This was so sexy.
Lance sat and pouted while we ate our food.
“How’s it taste, Lance?”, I asked.
“Bitter”, he huffed.
“Lance, honey, are you stressed out with your classes? Why are you being such a sourpuss tonight?”
“No mother, classes are fine. I just wasn’t expecting to see HIM here. He makes me so mad.”
“Honey, what did Alex ever do to you? Why are you saying this?”
“Mother, you have no idea.”
“Lance, Lance”, I said. “Do we really want to go there tonight? Aren’t we just having a nice dinner with your family? I have a great idea, let’s have a toast to Lars for bringing us all together.”
Only Lars hadn’t had a glass of red but he held up his Coke and we toasted. Lance did not participate.
“Lance, I did not raise you to be so damn disrespectful! What is all of this? I demand to know what’s going on here!”
“Nothing! Nothing is going on here father!”, Lance almost shouted.
“Lance, I don’t know who you think you’re talking to like that, but it sure isn’t me! Don’t make me take my belt off! I swear I don’t care that we’re out in public!”
So there was a piece of the puzzle. Mr. Larsen was a disciplinarian. No doubt Lance was beating the shit our me since he was getting the shit beat out of him. Still, I wasn’t gonna give him a complete free pass.
“Sir, Mr. Larsen. It’s all good. I suppose you might say that Lance and I had our differences in the past but it’s all water under the bridge now, isn’t that right Lance?”
Lance did not respond.
“Well, he’s probably just thinking about it, Sir. I’m sure that Lance won’t be giving you any more trouble tonight.”
“Hey Lance, how’s Logan?”, Lars asked from across the table?
I squeezed Lars thigh hard as a message to pull back. Lars wasn’t listening. I guess he hated his brother that much!
“Fuck you, Lars!”, he said just reacting without thinking.
Mr. Larsen slapped Lance hard across the face.
“Lance! That’s it! I won’t sit by here and allow you to use this profanity in front of your mother, and in public!
I was shocked! Mr. Larsen didn’t play.
“Well, this dinner has gone off the rails. I’m so sorry, Alex that you have to witness this. My husband runs a tight ship you know. He doesn’t tolerate our boys misbehaving. I’ve never seen Lance so unruly.”
“Oh, it’s ok Mrs. Larsen. If there’s anything I can do to keep the Larsen boys in line you just let me know. I’m happy to do it.”
“Alex, you strike me as a man who doesn’t take any bullshit from anyone. Am I right?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Well, you are probably just the right man to keep an eye on my boys since I can’t watch them 24/7. I don’t know what’s going on with Lance tonight, but you might get somewhere with him.”
“Oh Sir. You have my word. I’ll be sure to keep both your sons on the straight and narrow…well the narrow, it may be too late for straight, at least for this one”, I said playfully putting my arm around Lars’s shoulder.
After dinner we said our goodbyes and goodnights.
“Lance, I’ve tasked Alex with keeping an eye out on you. Don’t disappoint me son. Same goes for you, Lars. Be a good boy and don’t get into trouble like your brother.”
Well, mission accomplished. Lars wanted the upper hand with his parents, especially his father, and now he had it.
“I won’t dad. Alex says I’m a good boy all the time.”
Mr. Larsen looked so confused, bless his straight heart.
After his parents left I put my hand on Lance’s shoulder.
“Well, you heard your old man. I gotta keep my eyes on you. Take your phone out.”
“I’m not giving you my fucking phone you shithead!”, Lance said.
“Would you like me to call your father or will you give me your phone?” Your choice tough guy.”
Lance reluctantly handed me his phone.
“Password?”
I punched it in and set it so I could track it then handed it back.
“Now I’ll know where you are at all times, fuckface.”
Lance huffed in anger and stomped away. Lars was hysterical.
“Your turn, Lars. Your father put me in charge of you. Let me see your phone.”
Now I was tracking both Larsen boys. This was going to be so fun.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen, Alex?”
“Well, it’s all your fault. You pushed it too far when you brought up Logan. Why’d you do that anyway?”
“Lance is a faggot! He needs to tell our parents already.”
“Yes, Lance is definitely a faggot but coming out is his decision to make, not yours. We can hold it over him, sure, but let’s not tell your folks if we don’t have to.”
“Whatever”, Lars said dismissively.
“Hey! Don’t you disrespect me, Lars! Don’t push me! Now, are we going back to my place or what?”
“Why? So you can punish me?”
“Do you think you need to be punished, Lars?”
“Probably, yes.”
“Can I ask you a question?”, I asked as we walked back to my place.
“Yeah, what?”
“Was your dad always so tough on you guys? I mean, he slapped your brother across the face in public tonight. That’s pretty brutal.”
“My dad was a former marine and he treats us like his cadets. That was nothing. He wasn’t kidding about using his belt.”
“Wow, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what? He was just keeping us in line. It’s no big deal.”
“So, did you like it?”
“Like what?”
“When your father hit you?”
“Sometimes. As I got older I found sometimes when he beat my ass it made my dick hard.”
“Damn. Really?”
“Yeah. I don’t know, sometimes my dick would chub when he went after my ass.”
“Did he notice?”
“I don’t even know. Most of the time I was on my bed face down, so I don’t know. The crazy thing is I would grind my dick into the mattress when he struck me.”
“Did you ever cum?”
“You’re just full of questions tonight, aren’t you Alex?”
“I’m just curious. You don’t have to answer. How about I don’t spank you tonight, ok? Not unless you really piss me off.”
“Ok, so what will we do then?”
“I can think of many other things, but the first is I’ll be checking to see where your brother went. Now it’s my job to watch him…and you!”
“I still cannot believe my father asked you to do that.”
“Are you kidding me? This is perfect! Now I can always know where your stupid brother is. We can stay one step ahead of him. Keeping tabs on you is just an added bonus, hehe.”
After we made it back to my place, we sat on my sofa and I looked at my phone to see where Lance was. Well, he sure wasn’t in his dorm room! That fucker was at the gay bar!”
“Well, where is he, Alex?”
“He’s not home. I better go and see where he is. You should go back to your dorm room now and study. I’ll text you later.”
Lars didn’t need to know where his brother was. Besides, he couldn’t get into the gay bar anyway.
“You’re shutting me out?”
“No Lars. I’m looking after the well-being of you and your brother.”
I stood to signal that it was time to leave. Lars pouted like a little brat.
“Lars, don’t be such a baby. I told you to go back to your dorm. I’ll know if you get sidetracked.”
“Ok, I’m going!”
With Lars out of my way, I walked briskly to the gay bar. It didn’t take long for me to find Lance. He was on his way to getting shitfaced, he was clinging onto some older man sitting next to him.
“Lance! What do you think you’re doing?”, I yelled.
“Get the fuck away from me, asshole!”
“Now now, Lance. Do you want me to send a picture of you to your father? I don’t think he’s be too happy to see you at a gay bar two sheets to the wind.”
“Fuck him and fuck you!”
“Lance, im only going to ask nicely once. Let’s get you out of here.”
“Hey, can’t you see he’s not ready to leave? He’s with me”, the older man said.
“Listen Sir, this is none of your business. Keep your dick in your pants. I’m taking this guy out of here.”
Lance tried to protest, but I just threw him over my shoulder and walked out the door. Lance was punching my back and tried to kick loose, but I had him wrapped nice and tight. When we were far enough from the bar. I set him down on his feet.
“You’re an asshole, Alex! I was gonna get laid tonight. Why you gotta cock block me!”
“Lance, would you want me to tell your dad you’re a drunk faggot that sleeps with men old enough to be your father?”
He didn’t say anything.
“I didn’t think so. Now let’s go.”
Lance stomped in front of me and I followed him up to his dorm room.
“You can leave now, Alex. I’m safe and sound.”
“Nah…I don’t trust you. Let me see you get in your bed.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously. I want to know that you aren’t going to go right back out there when I leave. Take off your clothes, Lance.”
“I don’t have to answer to you!”
“Yeah, you kinda do. Your father made that happen tonight, Lance. I’m in charge. Now strip!”
Lance stopped protesting and pulled off his T-shirt. Next came his shoes and socks, then his jeans.
“Do you sleep in your briefs, Lance?”
“Yes.”
“Not tonight. Take them off.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so. I’ve already seen your ass anyway. Don’t be bashful.”
Lance reluctantly pulled his black CK’s off and threw them in his laundry basket.
“Good boy. Now it’s time for bed.”
Lance stomped his feel like a child before getting into his bed.
“You can go now, I’m in bed.”, he said.
“No, not until you fall asleep. Besides, I get to see your ass. It’s not too bad even if you are a little punk.”
Lance was lying in his bed with his ass facing me. I guess he didn’t want to watch me watching him.
Maybe it’s because I’m always fucking horny, but my cock was growing in my pants. I’ve said before that his ass wasn’t bad to look at. He’s hairier than his brother. His ass was covered in a light dusting of light brown which darkened and thickened right around his pucker.
Fuck…I wanted to fuck it.
“Lance, are you awake?”
“What?”
“So you are awake. Look I’m sorry I stopped you from giving your ass up to that old guy at the bar. You must still be horny, right?”
“I guess”
“You know, I’m horny, too, Lance. I was gonna get it on with your baby brother, but you ruined that vibe by making me run after you at the bar.”
“Alex, I don’t want to hear about how you were gonna fuck my brother.”
“Well, I’m not going to. Not tonight anyway. Tonight, I’m gonna fuck you. You owe me, Lance.”
“For what?”
“For a few things. For not telling your father that you were my bully. For not telling your father you’re a faggot. For taking on the responsibility of keeping you in line. Shall I go on?”
“So what? Now you’re just gonna fuck me as some kind of reward?”
“Exactly. I feel like it’s only right. Where’s your lube, Lance? You better get it or I’m gonna dry fuck you.”
Lance reached into his nightstand and took out a small bottle of Gun Oil.
“You gonna put some in your butt?”
Lance opened it and I watched him insert a couple of fingers in his butthole.
“Yeah, that’s it, Lance. Get it nice and open for me. Wait until I tell your dad how good you are behaving.”
Lance shot me a look like he wanted to see me die on the spot.
“Lance, there’s no need for these head games. Now bring that ass to the edge of the bed for me, on your back. I want you to watch me taking your hole.”
“You’re really something Alex.”, Lance hissed at me.
“I know, I know. I sure am!”, I agreed as I slammed my hard dick in his wet hole.
“Ohhhhh fuck!”, Lance cried.
I put my hand over his mouth after I pulled off my shirt and planted his feet on my pecs. I leaned down to rest Lance’s flexibility, and at the same time pushing that tight hole out. It was choking my dick.
“I’m gonna have to come fuck this hole more often, Lance. You’re so tight.”
Lance muffled something that sounded like “fuck you” under my hand but I just looked down into his angry eyes and grinned.
“This is going to be such a great year, isn’t it, Lance? I’m doing a public service by claiming this ass. Now your dad doesn’t need to worry about you. I’ll know where you are 24/7. Wherever you are, I’ll just bring you back here and take this ass. Daddy’s orders!”
I pummeled into Lance’s hole, maybe too high on the rush of power I had over him now. I couldn’t last too long. Lance’s ass was too tight and I was too horny. I pulled my dick out and watched a stream of my seed drip down Lance’s furry balls.
“Yeah, I’m gonna have to fuck your ass more often. You’re too fucking tight. I gotta loosen you up. Now you get some sleep. Don’t you worry, I won’t tell your daddy about this. I’m just gonna let him know that you’re a good boy, a very good boy.”
“Will you just leave me alone now so I can sleep?”
“Yeah, I will. Maybe I’ll tell your little brother to come over to my place and see if he can sit on my dick again. Good night, Lance.”
I had no intention of contacting Lars that night. I was just fucking with Lance’s head.
I did go home and strip down to my underwear. Lying in bed with my hands clasped behind my head I felt pretty smug. I charmed the Larsen’s and now I got both their boys under my thumb. Life doesn’t get any better than that.
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