Lessons

Men having sex, don't own them...yaddah yaddah yaddah...you've been warned! WIsh I owned them tho...I'd have them CARRY me to school instead of having to ride that dumb old bike...

Ishida gave a muffled scream, tugging at the chains that bound his wrists above his head. This was so wrong…yet it felt so damned good he could not push the other away. Ichigo had been right, they had needed kinkiness in their sex life to rekindle the passion that had been fading between them since the start of the summer break. At first he had refused to give in to Ichigo’s demands, sex just didn’t seem that great any more…but after a few moments of his lover’s kissing and fondling….

“Uryuu…I haven’t seen you this hard in months….” Ichigo panted across the archer’s stomach. Reaching up he pinched and rolled a dusky nipple between his fingers. “Is it because we’re about to screw like rabbits in my dad’s bed…or is it juts my skill?” He reached for the straps that bound the gag in his lover’s mouth.

“You may answer now my pet.”

Groaning, he gulped back a curse that he had wanted to fling at Ichigo since the shinigami had started to stroke him to hardness. “Both…fuck me Ichi…I need your cock in me so bad.” He spread his legs , but couldn’t spread them as far as he would have liked because of the chains securing his ankles to the other side of the bed.

“You don’t tell me what to do my little archer…or you don’t get anything.” He rescued the ball gag into his friend’s mouth. “I’m sure you want me to suck your brains out through your cock.” He smirked down at his victim, his hands moving down to work Ishida’s straining shaft.

“MMMPHHH!” He gave another muffled cry of pleasure, his eyes closing, his cheeks becoming more and more flushed. He was afraid of Ichigo’s father walking in on them and it added to his excitement. He would be home from his meeting down town any moment now…

“Better stop squirming…can’t fuck you if you’re trying to hump my leg and time’s a flyin,” He purred, already grabbing the lubricant he had brought with him to the spacious master bedroom. Popping the cap, he nearly dumped it all over his cock…but better judgment prevailed and he decided that it was best not to leave evidence of what they had done. Slicking his shaft up, he made sure that Ishida could see him as he moved between the other’s legs.

From somewhere below, the sound of a door opening and closing sounded and Ichigo chuckled, “Oh no…he’s home…better hurry…” Feeling Ishida tremble under him, he wasted no more time. Shoving himself into his lover hard, he gave him no time to adjust. Grasping Ishida’s firm ass cheeks, he rocked into him with the speed and strength that only a shinigami could muster.

“I’m home Ichigo…got some dinner….” He heard his father’s voice drift up from the entry hall. His heart was pounding in his ears and yet he could still hear his father’s footsteps as they headed up the stairs. The excitement was almost too much to stand.

Ishida gave a whining moan from under him, and Ichigo’s heart nearly stopped in his chest. Despite the ball gag, it sounded all too loud in his ears. Isshin was upstairs...stalking like a parental tiger on the scent of a bad child. “Ichigo?”

Ichigo had to burry his teeth in Ishida’s shoulder to keep himself from moaning with pleasure as Ishida’s ass tightened down around him. Adrenalin making the pleasure so much sharper, sending lightning bolts of sensation racing up his cock, through his balls and into his stomach. “Crap,” He whispered, tasting blood in his mouth. Footsteps were heading up the hall now just as Ichigo was loosing it, his balls shrinking up against his trembling body. “Crap, crap crap, CRAP!”

“Ichigo?”

Before the trembles of post orgasmic bliss had even left his limbs, Ichigo had Ishida unchained and was yanking him towards Isshin’s closet. Reaching the safety of the walk in, he closed the door just as the door to the bedroom was opening.

“Ichigo?” Isshin poked his head in, “I guess…I must have been hearing things…” But that didn’t turn Isshin away. The older man walked into his room, setting aside the doggy bag he had brought home for Ichigo.

“Crap…” Ichigo panted again, helping his lover get rid of the ball gag. Smirking at his lover, he drank in the frightened look on his face. He was so pretty like this, they should definitely do this more often. Kissing him roughly, he realized that Ishida was a mess of sweat and cum. Smirking against his lover’s lips, he ran his fingers through the mess on the archer’s stomach.

“I see…” Isshin’s voice came from the room, “How very interesting…I wonder how these got here.”

Ichigo and Ishida froze, their eyes turning towards the door, “I forgot…”

“The chains…the lube…everything….” Ishida glowered at his lover. He had said they would not get caught…had said that it would be fun. It had been fun…for a while but now that it looked as if they were going to get caught. “I’m going to KILL you shinigami whore!” Ishida hissed through clenched teeth.

“It sounds as if I have a few bad little boys in my closet…” The door suddenly flew open and Isshin’s all too serious face loomed over the lovers. “What should I do with boys who see fit to have sex…not only have sex but to do so in my bed!”

Before Ichigo could bolt out of the closet, Isshin had grabbed him by the arm and was yanking him towards the bed. Ishida was too stunted to move or to even help his lover as he was thrown to the large mattress and chained there.

“I…I should be going…” Ishida spluttered just managing to get his legs moving before Isshin’s attention turned to him. He didn’t even care that he had left his clothes behind, only wanting to disappear into Ichigo’s bedroom before he too got caught.

“I see…your little friend has rushed off to leave you all alone.” Isshin said, he didn’t sound angry but that look on his face…it made Ichigo shiver.

“LET GO OF ME, NOW!” He growled, twisting and struggling, trying to break free and run to safety as his lover had.

“Not on a bet boy, not on a bet. We’re going to have a little talk, the two of us are.” Isshin said, sitting next to Ichigo, making himself comfortable as if his oldest child was not laying naked and chained to the bed next to him. “You see…I had thought you were smarter than this…”

“You can’t prove a thing!” Ichigo said, his cheeks becoming flushed, but it did not diminish his glower.

“Can’t I? You’re covered in bruises…not from fighting, I know what a hickey looks like child…” He pulled a cigarette from the pocket of his white lab coat. Lighting up he let out a puff of smoke. “The sounds you were making…the amount of energy you were throwing off…I knew what the hell you were doing before I even pulled into the drive way. Not to mention, you’re naked…sweaty, and smell of musk. What else could you have been doing with your clothes off? Hmmm? I am not dumb, so stop acting as if I am.”

Ichigo’s eyes grew large and he ceased his struggles. “Don’t act surprised, damned it!” He moved to straddle his son’s waist. “I’ve known about you and Quincy boy for a very long time now. It’s hard to miss the way the two of you eye fuck each other when you have him over for dinner…or the fact that neither of you have your books when you claim you’re going to study together.”

“G-Get off!” Ichigo cried, color creeping up into his cheeks. His father had always been very embarrassing but…he had never acted like THIS before.

“Hm,” Isshin snorted, “Maybe in a bit…right now…we’re talking.” He blew a cloud of smoke into Ichigo’s face, making the teen cough.

“I don’t mind you two screwing each other’s brains out…but you will not do it in my bed. Do you understand that?”

Ichigo didn’t say a word, still surprised that his father was sitting on him, gazing down at him with little to no concern of their rather sexual position.

“I guess you don’t… I will have to teach you a lesson after all…” Isshin said with a sigh, putting out his cig. He began to pull of his lab coat, his tie soon leaving his neck.

“W-what are you doing!?” Ichigo cried out, tugging hard at the chains once more, wishing he could melt through the bed and disappear.

“I’m going to teach you how to fuck a man so you don’t have to turn to kinky sex in my bed to get your boy toy off.” Isshin silenced his son by kissing him roughly, slipping his tongue into the other’s mouth when the teen gasped.

Ichigo’s head swam, he could not believe what his father was doing. He couldn’t believe the first thought that occurred to him when his dad kissed him was: Damned, he can fucking kiss! When his father pulled back from him, he was still too dazed to do more than watch as pants and boxers were discarded.

“I haven’t had any in a while, so I hope you forgive me if I am short lived…I doubt you will last any longer than I will…” He gave his son an evil grin as he reached for the lube that still lay on the bed. He wasn’t hard in the slightest but with a hand full of KY and a little work on his part, he soon was.

Eyes wide, Ichigo could only watch as his father stroked himself to arousal on top of him.

“First lesson…just don’t CRAM it into him…foreplay’s ninety nine percent of sex. Oral sex does NOT count as foreplay.” He moved between his boy’s legs he leaned in, choosing tolick up the flecks and smears of Ishida’s cum that had migrated onto Ichigo’s body. “Damned that kid tastes good…”

Despite his iron clad will NOT to enjoy this, he shivered and trembled at each touch of that tongue. The fact that it was licking up Ishida’s sweet cream from off of him…something about sharing the taste of his lover with his father was making him quite hard.

“Ah…the teen libido…” Isshin purred, nuzzling his son’s thigh as he slowly ran a finger from base to tip. “Secondly, a hand job doesn’t count as foreplay…or teasing….I bet if I licked you right now, you’d taste like his ass. He moved closer, carefully licking around the head of his son’s length.

Ichigo cried out, arching up off of the bed, torn between begging for more and begging to make it end. “So…what IS foreplay?” Isshin purred, blowing across the head of his son’s length, making the organ twitch. “Dirty talk’s foreplay…licking, kissing and sucking of erogenous zones…is fore play.” As if meaning to demonstrate this new concept, Isshin moved up and slowly licked a pert nipple, tracing around it with the very tip of his tongue. Moving further up, he nipped at Ichigo’s ear.

“Are you learning anything yet boy?” He ran a hand up Ichigo’s inner thigh, the tips of his fingers just barely brushing Ichigo’s large balls on their way to stroke and caress a hip.

“Y-Yeah…” Ichigo panted, hoping that if he answered the way his father wanted him to…he would be let go. As arousing as the other’s touches were…it was still disturbing that it was his father who had him feeling like this.

“There’s more…” He slipped back down towards his son’s cock. “You can use everything on your body in the game of foreplay…” Isshin had a necklace on…a sterling silver caduceus and as he moved lower over his boy’s body it dragged deliciously against Ichigo’s hyper sensitive skin.

“AHHH!” Ichigo cried out, trying to arch up against that delicate touch.”

“If you follow my advice…you can usually get a person to cum before you ever even touch them sexually.” The chain of the necklace brushed over Ichigo’s straining cock and it all became too much. With another sharp cry, he spilled his seed all over his father’s chest. “See…”

“Fuck…off…” Ichigo panted in the aftermath of an amazing orgasm.

“Hah….” Isshin chuckled, scraping some of his son’s cum off of his skin. Lapping a good deal of it up he groaned. “You taste good too son…here, taste….” He kissed his son ending any protests.

Pulling away, he smirked slightly, a thick rope of seaman connecting their lips. “Now THAT…is sexy…” He slowly leaned back in, lapping it up. Forcing his son’s mouth open as wide as it would go, he spat the thick seed he had gathered into the boy’s mouth. “Swallow it all and I’ll reward you with another mind blowing orgasm…”

He would have spat it out at once but that look in his father’s eyes…it frightened him and he didn’t dare go against his father. Swallowing hard, he watched the older man move between his legs. “Only when your partner has cum at least once, are you aloud to stick your dick where it belongs.”

Isshin used the rest of the cum on his chest slick up the head of his shaft. “But you don’t rough your lover up when you do…take him slow…and for the love of god, TEASE him!” he slowly started push himself into Ichigo’s trembling body.

When Ichigo bucked up, trying to take all of Isshin’s length, the older man would pull back until he was almost completely out of Ichigo’s hot body. “Ah…ah…we’re going to do this MY way…” He leaned forward over his son, kissing him again, working inch by agonizing inch into Ichigo until he was finally fully seated. “Shit…so fucking tight.”

“I’m seme…bastard…” Ichigo growled, shifting under his father.

“Not this time boy…” he inched his way back out, leaving Ichigo’s body completely, pulling a frustrated growl from his son. Just when Ichigo was going to BEG to be filled again, Isshin plunged back in hard and fast, wringing a cry out of his son. Isshin continued this pattern until Ichigo was nearly insane with lust, tugging at the cuffs that kept his hands in place.

“Just when you don’t think you can stand another second…of teasing your lover…that’s when you screw him like sex is going out of style…” Isshin whispered against his boy’s ear, slowly licking the shell of the red head’s ear. “Not before….” He groaned, rotating his hips deep inside the teen’s body.

“FUCK!” Ichigo screamed out, arching up against his father, the pressure in his gut had built back up to near exploding levels and still his father hadn’t started really fucking him.

Drawing out of his son again, he pressed his cock against his son’s grasping both with his large hand. Stroking them hard and fast, he watched as his son hit his second peak. “Ah…look at all that seed…you’re drenched in it…” He slowly let go over their lengths, now gathering the fresh cream. Smearing it all over his cock.

“That’s twice now…and I have still yet to cum…I’m old…you should be having ME cum fast…not the other way around…maybe there is something I know that you don’t…hmmm?”

Ichigo was beyond speaking, he lifted his hips like some needy wohre. His father was right…he rarely saw his lover cum more than he himself…and he rarely saw his lover acting as if he really needed it. “D-Dad…”

“Shhh….I can’t stand it any more…” He plunged into his son, grabbing his shoulders for leverage, he began to pound into him without mercy. He only lasted a few minutes at the rough pace he set, but he held out long enough for Ichigo to cum once more.

As Isshin pulled out of his son, he sighed. “Now…are you going to need to use my bed again?”

“N-no dad…never…”

“Good.”