Date: Sun, 6 Apr 2014 10:44:04 -0700
From: Tyler Waggoner <twag1983@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Family Made - Chapter 4

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This chapter is written from the perspective of Nik -- the father of 14
year old, Lucas, a boy who has become the lover of 38 year old, Marc -- who
is the best friend of Nik, since they were ten.

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A Family Made -- Chapter 4

I woke up.  I didn't know what time it was, but the sun had been up awhile.
I had driven back toward the East, after leaving Marc's house last night,
and settled on a Holiday Inn in Bellingham, WA.  I simply didn't know what
to do.  I had witnessed an intense scene through the windows of my best
friend's mountain home.  Lucas, my fourteen year old son was my best
friend's lover!!  When did this start?  I wondered -- was I so oblivious
that I didn't know my own son -- yeah, you stupid fuck came the quick
response!  Julia, Marc's wife had died two years ago after a valiant battle
with breast cancer -- a highly invasive form that was linked to a gene
(fortunately all of Marc's children had been spared this gene -- a gene
passed through Julia's mother).  I know Marc had been alone -- I know that
Lucas spent a lot of time over Marc's house, but Jesse was his best friend
-- I really hadn't thought much of it.  I had spent all this time flying
... when not for the airlines, running cartwheels through the sky as I
brushed up on my aerobatic flying -- then there was Brandon, a lover who
almost broke up my family ...

I lay in bed -- too tired last night to do anything other than take my
flip-flops off.  God, I was covered in dry cum -- what did the guy at the
front desk think? ... I had to smell like cum.  I lay there, the air
conditioner droning in the background, doors opening and closing, hollowly
clanking as people left to go, wherever.  I could see the intensity of the
sun as it pushed its way through a crack in the drapes, violently squeezed,
into full spectral dots ...  dancing around the room as the air conditioner
cycled left to right.

I started thinking about what I witnessed.  Marc, lying in bed, his
muscular form illuminated by the moonlight, my son between his legs, his
teenage ass in the air, bobbing up and down as his mouth engulfed my best
friend's thick, treelike tool.  Then I heard the shouts of my son, in
Portuguese and French, intermixed with spattering's of Bulgarian, laced
with English that I fully understood ... his climax dripping in streams
down the headboard ...  then Marc, his seed escaping from my son's swollen
cunt.

I was now SUPER hard -- I could feel the caking of dried cum on my left leg
... the feel and sound of my jeans, crackling, as my cock became fully
engorged, pulling them away from my leg.  Fuck, I was getting turned on
again thinking about them!

What was I going to do?

I had to have a plan.

Rafaela, my wife, knew that I was headed up to Marc's mountain home when I
left her last night.  She would probably speak with Lucas -- she would be
very suspicious if I hadn't turned up.  How could I call and sound
nonchalant on the phone when every fiber within me was both pissed as well
as intensely pleasured -- how could I have left there last night, not
rescuing my son.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!

I then thought about Marc, not last night's Marc, but when we were twelve.
How I touched his body, learning what another guy's cock felt like --
exploring -- him getting between my legs for the first time -- sucking my
boy cock -- me sucking his.  I could smell his scent -- the feel of his
body against mine.  My mind then flashed to the first time I had shot cum
-- Marc holding my cock as I shot my first load -- how he had brought it to
his mouth -- tasted it -- eating it.  I could smell his room like I was
there ... I could feel the touch of his bedspread against my skin -- I
could see his ceiling -- I then flashed to when I came in his mouth during
my first -- real blow job -- his cheeks swelling out as I shot and shot,
some leaking out his mouth -- then I flashed to being on my knees, his
sneakers on his feet ... no socks ... the hairs on his leg ...  his shorts
around his ankles, hearing his belt clink he was laying back on his bed,
and I was sucking him ...  I could feel his cum shoot out, violently into
the back of my throat, pushing up into my nose -- me coughing, trying to
keep up with him.  The intense and wonderful taste of my best friend -- his
creaminess -- nuttiness -- and then a full bodied aftertaste -- my mouth
started to water, thinking about the intensely pleasurable taste -- I
hadn't thought of that in years!!  I then flashed to Julia, a radiant
drop-dead beautiful teenager ...  pregnant with the twins -- his smile as
he became a father, for the first time -- my mother saying "how sad" that
he had impregnated Julia -- they were "babies", not old enough to be new
parents.  I remember holding the twins for the first time, thinking how
neat that I was holding part of my best friend -- smelling their 'new baby'
smell ... their coos reminding me of him.  I then flashed to our graduation
at Annapolis -- our hats sailing as we concluded, our hopes so high.  I
flashed on my graduation from flight school -- a newly commissioned officer
in the US Navy -- Rafaela's beauty the first time I kissed her --
Julianna's birth -- the smell of her fresh baby skin after a bath -- Lucas
as his head pushed through in the labor room, 'pissed off' that he was
forced out of such a carefree place -- Rafaela's look as his head was
delivered then her face as she held Lucas in her arms, tight against her
chest -- how much my baby boy looked liked the best of Rafaela -- his
beautiful skin, his drop dead gorgeous face -- then, to last night -- the
thin lines of his back as it dimpled before his mounds rose -- man, I loved
my son ...  my baby ...  how could I have left him there?

God, stop!  Just stop!!!  I couldn't do this.  I thrashed around on the bed
.... the violet, blue, yellow, orange, red bands of dancing light, shifting
lower as the light outside intensified.

I was fucking hard ....  so fucking hard.

I heard the sound as my belt buckle loosened, then the clang of the buckle
as it fell against me.  I slowly unzipped, then raised my ass as I slid
jeans and boxers down in one motion -- my jeans stuck to my cum-caked
boxers ....  the thickness of my rigid manhood jumping up, slapping against
my belly.  I raised my shirt then slid it off.  My hand slid down, and I
gently -- very lightly stroked the skin of my balls -- full with seed
... opening my legs, letting them splay out to give my fingers room on my
ball sac.  My cock jumped and throbbed ...  my eyes closed ...  I
concentrated on the feeling of my hands as the electricity shot from my
balls along my shaft.  I ran my fingers gently ... slowly up along the
shaft, gently over it's thick vein -- mapping its fullness and straight
course in my mind ... feeling the wetness of my ooze ... wetting my
fingers.  I brought the liquid to my lips -- my tongue taking it.  I
thought about Brandon, my 19 year old lover, the smoothness of his slender
body -- the softness of his delicate skin -- the blackness of his hair --
the blueness of his eyes -- the softness and arching of his taunt ass --
the sloping of his ass crack, leading to the most amazing pussy -- the
narrowness of his hips -- the dense swirling black treasure trail leading
to his leaking cock -- leaking as I slowly opened him up -- my manhood
taking his delicate flower.  The wonderful smell of his bush.  His
beautiful 'inny' navel -- the flicker of his eyelashes against my face --
the softness of his lips -- the taste of his mouth.  I thought about the
sweet tightness of his pussy -- how it wrapped itself around my throbbing
cock, pulling me into the wetness of his tight chute the very first time we
made love -- sooooo tight -- craving my throbbing meat -- so fucking wet.
I thought about his lips, soft, willingly opening as I thrust my tongue
into his mouth -- I thought about how he held his ankles on either side of
his young face, opening his cunt so I could go deeper as I thrust into him
-- the way his ass milked my needy tool -- sucking out my seed milk -- the
immense pleasure at the surge of unloading, for the first time, balls deep
inside him, watching as his eyes rolled back -- the incredible ecstasy,
feeling him milk the last of my seed out ... his cock surging, expelling
his essence all over his chest -- wetting me.  Planting my seed deep inside
him -- never had I felt such an intenseness.  The first time I ate him out
-- my seed as it leaked out from his pussy-lips onto my tongue -- his sweet
taste mixed with mine -- before plunging back in with my cock for more --
hungry for all of him.  I slowly worked my fingers along my skin, very
softly, seeing Brandon, feeling the light tingles in my body ... the sweep
of air from the air conditioner making my ballhair stand up -- my nipples
hardening -- wetting my finger and slowly encircling the areola of my left
nipple ...  then my right -- feeling them tighten -- small goose bumps on
my skin.  I then flashed to Marc, the intense ...  guttural moan ..  as I
saw his bubble ass clamp, rippling as he shot ...  wave after wave of his
fertileness into my son -- remembering the force of his seed as it shot
from his massive slit -- knowing what that intensity felt like -- tasting
his essence in my mouth -- it was so fucking hot!!  I could feel the
pressure building in my groin, my cockhead expanding, then that intense
pressure like you have to pee and can't hold it it any more -- my head
doubling in size -- as I shot -- blast after blast -- my seed arching and
spraying my lip, then by nose, then my left shoulder, then my chest -- then
stomach -- blast after blast -- as my prostate hardened ... the pleasure of
it's contractions ... as my seed was delivered ...  the taste of my seed
...  sweet, like nutty cucumber -- my throat tingling as my seed swam
through it.  I lay there ...  feeling my cum .... dripping ...  down my
sides, over my shoulders, and down my neck as it began to liquify.

I just lay there.

Staring toward the ceiling -- my eyes tracked the roadways in the plaster
as the light danced -- long ago cracked -- leading to nowhere.

'Ding', I heard from the desk, the light of my cell casting a colossal
shadow from the lamp.

Fuck, I thought.

I got up, my jeans around my ankles, the sound of my belt as it flopped to
and fro as I made my way, waddling into the bathroom.

I turned on the sink, my fingers feeling the water -- water slipping
through them -- faintly cool then gradually increasing in warmth.  I pulled
a washcloth and soaked it, wringing it out, withdrawing my fingers from the
heat.  I wiped the cum on off my face, neck, chest then stomach -- moving
deep into my navel -- then down -- clearing the clinging wetness in my
bush.  I felt the warmth of the cloth on my shaft, then balls -- wiping
down to reach into my inner thigh, where semen was running, trying to
abscond my reach.  I then turned off the faucet, backing away and then
leaning forward to pull up my underwear and jeans, buttoning the button,
zipping up ...  the sound of the buckle as I pulled my belt through and
secured it echoing off the bathroom tiles.

I flipped the light on -- the brightness of the cold white light hitting
me.

My hair was matted, my jeans creased and disheveled -- yeah, I know -- I
slept in you -- the crusted stain on my pouch ringed in translucent white.

I walked back into the room, over to the bed, fumbling with the light,
figuring out where the switch was, then flipping it on.

I looked at the bed, the sheets wet with large droplets of my seed -- I
reach down and brushed my finger through one of the puddles ... bringing it
to my tongue, tasting the sweet nutty cucumber ...  the nice nutty
aftertaste then sweeping over my taste buds -- feeling the tingle in my
throat.  I sat down, putting my head in my hands.

I had to get a grip.

Could Lucas and Marc know that I was there last night?

No way!!!  they were totally consumed with each other -- they never noticed
-- I was sure of it.

I would just pretend that last night didn't exist -- I wouldn't think about
it.  It would just be my normal ' I'll call in the morning before I come up
' call.

I went over and turned down the air conditioner ... the hum changed pitch
with a 'click' -- the air flow immediately lower.  I went over to the desk
and picked up my iphone.  I hit the button and saw the background appear --
Lucas and his mom, laughing, sitting on a bench beside the water on Whidbey
Island -- the deep blue of Peugeot Sound in the background -- the sunlight
surrounding their hair like moss.

There was a message that read, " Hey dad. call when ur on ur way ".  I
smiled.  Lucas knew that he had to spell things out for me ... at least try
-- as I didn't get the concatenations and abbreviations that texters used.
I hit the button on my phone and my background receded, the icons of my
apps coming into clear -- crisp view.  I hit the small envelope 'message'
icon and his message appeared in full screen.

I texted back, " K Just getting ready to call ", then hit send.  I saw the
swirling of the circle in the upper left and heard an audible 'swoosh' as
the text was sent.

I pulled the phone from its charging wire, plucked the wire and box out of
the lamp stand, wrapping it up in my right hand as I made my way back to
the bedside.

'Ding' as my phone flashed brightly with a message box superimposed on my
background.  I hit the button again. " k ", it read.  I was amazed that
Lucas could send a text -- then I remembered that Marc had a satellite
hookup, with cell amplifier, that linked his property to cell networks --
government contract (as well as his influence with the State of
Washington!) -- no need to call the landline.

I hit the small angled phone icon then the brown 'little face' icon.  I
keyed in the first part of Marc's name, and his phone number appeared.  I
hit the number and the phone screen dimmed, with 'Calling Marc V' leaping
into focus.  I put the phone to my ear, hearing the ring tone (in reality I
knew this was just a tone made up by the application, as there was no
actual ring tone ...  it was made up so you heard something while the cell
towers connected and AT&T's system actually made your connection -- most
things in life are simply the facade of bullshit!!!

" Hey buddy ", I heard the cheerful sound of Marc's voice, " How was your
trip? "

" Outstanding ", I said, my voice sounding pleased, " no hitches at all! "

" Great ", came the reply, " you know your shit buddy.  I had no worries
about you on this end! ", he cheerfully said, referring to my 'check ride'.
" So, I guess your ready to come up here? ", Marc sounded totally normal,
excited that I was back and ready to start our 'boys' weekend.

" Yeah buddy, just zipping up now ", I smiled ( if he only knew ), then "
heading out ", I said, sounding like I was reaching for my bag.  " I need
to get some gas on the way out of the City , but I should be at your place
(glancing at the time on the phone which read 12:13), oh, around 1430 ", "
1530 at the latest ".

" Great.  I'll let Lucas know ", Marc replied, " we're going in the lake
then will sun our buns on the deck out back until we hear you ".  He
sounded so calm, so normal -- I really found it hard to believe.

" Right buddy, will call if I get hung up ", I said.

" See ya when you get here! ", Marc said, "and ", (he paused), " drive
safely ".

He heard me laugh, then said, " your a pilot ! ", "remember, driving is not
your area of expertise ", he snorted back, laughing.

" Yeah, see ya " I said, then hit the END, seeing the screen change as the
call faded and my cheery background appeared.

Well, as I was only 30 minutes, at best, from the house, I had plenty of
time to shower and get a bite to eat.  I better call Rafaela, so she won't
call first and find out that I wasn't at the house last night.  I hit
'favorites' and hit 'Raef'.  I could hear the familiar ring tone as the
cell connection was made.  I stood up, anticipating her answer, turning off
the air conditioner.

" Hi honey ", she said, I could tell she was placing the phone on her neck
and holding it with her head as she did something else with her hands.

" Hi baby ", I said, sounding like I had just entered a better room to hear
her, as I walked to the far end of the room. " wanted to catch you before
you did errands ", I said.

" Well, I'm out right now, on my way to get a bite, then, a little shopping
", she replied.

" Sounds like a nice day ", I said, matter-of-factly.  I added, " it is so
beautiful up here -- no clouds, just sunshine! ".

" Great! ", she replied, then after a little pause, " How is Nikky? ",
sounding like a mom.

" He' s out by the lake ", I said, as if I was watching him, " ear plugs
in, music on -- oblivious to both of us -- sunning himself ".

I could hear Rafaela smile, " that's Nikky! ".

" Marc said he is having a blast! ", I offered.

" Yep, he told me the same thing the other day, before you called from Hong
Kong ", she said, laughing, " I guess he is being 'worn out' !". (shit, if
she only knew ... )

" Yeah, Marc said he is one active teenager ", I said, my cock jumping in
my pants, " when I got here he had been in bed for awhile ", my cock now
fully throbbing, I could feel the wetness creep into my boxers.

I could hear Rafaela laugh again.  She then said, " well keep an eye on him
and give Marc time to recover !" .  If she ONLY knew, I thought to myself,
if she ONLY knew.  My cock now straining to be freed!!

" I will honey.  Enjoy your day out and about.  Love you!", I said.

" Will do ... love you too", then I heard the change in silence as the
connection ended.

Well, so far, so good I thought.

I waked in the bathroom.  I undid my belt, then popped my button and
unzipped, my boxers and jeans falling to the floor ...  I stepped out.  My
cock was arched up and dripping as it throbbed.  I started the shower --
pulling more of my preseed out with my hand -- then putting it in my mouth
-- thinking of Brandon.

I stepped in the shower and rubbed my cock -- using the body lotion that
was on the ledge --- thinking of Brandon's tight pussy ...  my seed leaking
out of him as he walked into the bathroom of our apartment after an evening
of fucking 'like rabbits' ...  the smell of him -- the slope of his back --
the taste of his seed as he shot in my mouth -- my seed copiously leaking
out of him, pooling on the edge of our dining table, after I fucked him, my
uniform pants around my ankles ...

"UUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH", I groaned, as I shot -- a huge arch of cum hit
the shower wall.

I showered, shaved, then packed up my stuff ....  putting my crusted
underwear and jeans in my fold over compartment inside.  I put a clean
shirt on, nice fresh underwear, and a new pair of jeans.  I washed my
flip-flops in the sink ....  removing all traces of semen from last night
.... then put them on.  I zipped everything up, put my cell in my left
front pocket, and checked that my wallet was snuggly in my back right
pocket.  I then grabbed my keys off the counter and headed down to the
desk.

I paid with cash, so my credit card statement wouldn't disclose anything of
suspicion ....  just in case Rafaela saw it.


I then headed out to the car.  I found a small coffee shop on the outskirts
of Bellingham, bought a paper, and sat in a booth by the window -- watching
as people whisked about, oblivious to anything.

I ate a full omelet with a piece of rye bread, toasted perfectly, a cold
glass of orange juice ...  sipping freshly brewed coffee with just enough
'half-and-half' to make it a, rich carmel color.  I sipped the hot 'joe'
slowly, letting time pass.  I glanced several times at my watch, as I
leisurely read the paper, noting as people got up and left, or came in
busily chatting, finding their seat.

Finally, it was time to leave.  I left money on the table, adding a $5 tip,
for a faceless waitress that serviced me, and headed out.

I drove up to the road that wound to Marc's driveway.  As I turned, I felt
my stomach jump, the few butterflies letting me know that I was not OK.

I willed them away as I winded along until I came to Marc's drive.  The
gate was unchained, with the chain loosely hanging from one of the long
steel slats, the lock firmly attached.

I got out, leaving the door open, as I went over and unlatched the gate.
Marc could have put in an automatic gate -- he probably will get around to
it I thought, as I went back to my car, getting in and loudly closing the
door.  I drove past the gate, then got out, firmly closing the gate behind
me.

As I drove up the winding, inclined drive, I thought about what I would do
when I saw Marc ...