Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2010 14:15:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: teen17writer <teen17writer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Friends of Dad's - 2

Friends of Dad's
Chapter 2


{INTRODUCTION: This part is longer than the first part, and I wanted to
expand it even further. Although I am sure you guys think this will soon
get boring withy just two characters have sex repeatedly, notice the title
name: Friends of Dad's. So there will be more characters soon! Oh, and just
to let you guys know, this story is sort of based on a true story from my
life. Please send me any pix, questions, comments, feedback, whatever you
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Hope this makes you cum! :) }

       During the weekend, Michael and I hadn't done anything sexual. All
we ever did was watch some television, play video games, and eat. We spoke
occasionally to one another, but we never carried on a 3minute
conversation. It was awkward at times and then it wasn't awkward. However,
sometimes, when I would be at the refrigerator, Michael would pass by and I
could fill his hand lightly grasp my ass enough to make it appear
accidental. But he would always gasp and mumble under his breath something
like "so damn tight..." or "fuck what a piece of ass..." But he never meant
for me to hear any of it, I know. Otherwise, he would have said something
more direct.
       On my part, I never made a move in return on him. For reasons
unknown. Of course I liked what we had done. The quality of his muscular
21-year-old chocolate body...smooth skin and the hardness of his 10inch
cock...the sweet nectar it produced in my mouth as I eagerly sucked
it...the feeling it gave me when he pushed it inside my ass so roughly and
yet, delicately...and lastly, his sweet, tender lips against mine as we had
kissed. I wasn't sure about the kiss though. I mean, I wanted it to mean
something more, something more than just lust. But the way Michael tried so
hard to keep his distance from me over the weekend made me think otherwise.
       Was I gay? No.
       Was I bi? I wasn't sure. I liked girls--especially those in their
skin-tight jeans. It made their bodies look extra tight, meaning their
pussy would be even tighter, squeezing a guy's dick and giving him more of
an energy burst to thrust forward. But I had also liked what Michael and I
had done too. So I didn't know if I liked guys in general or just
Michael. Either way, I liked at least one guy.

***

       It was now Monday and my parents had returned from their vacation
reluctantly. My mother had wanted to stay behind and continue bathing in
the sun and going out on shopping sprees while hitting the clubs with my
dad at night. My father didn't mind, just as long as they were alone
together and happy.
       When they got back, my dad greeted Michael just as I had expected:
with pure friendship. They were buddies after all. My father had removed
Michael's belongings from my closet, rearranging them in another closet
that he had cleaned out. I became disappointed by this. He even made sure
Michael would be sleeping on the couch (even though he had been over the
weekend to my dismay).
       Then everything went back to how it use to be when Michael stayed
with us: my mom cooked supper every night, my father and Michael would
watch television together, then they would head out for the night and go
God's knows where, and me? Well I would be stuck home, in my room to
sulk. I didn't know why I was sulking though. I mean, Michael and I
were...nothing. We were just two friends. Michael was just a straight guy
who needed sexual release, and I was just a straight guy who was friendly
enough to help him. That's it. We were straight. We were friends. We were
NOT lovers. Simple.

***

A week passes...

***

       "Ya know what? I think we need a new couch!" my mother said from
behind her laptop screen. She was currently sitting on our big old couch,
browsing the web. "Ya hear, honey?"
       My father simply replied, "Sure. Whatever you say." He was far too
interested in the football game on the plasma my mother had ordered for him
a few months ago.
       "Besides, this living room is just too crowded with this big
couch. Maybe a loveseat will do. Hmm..." Then she began clicking away on
her computer, already ordering her planned merchandise.
       Several days later, when the new couch arrived, my father was
shocked. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?"
       "A new couch. A loveseat rather. It is to make the living room more
roomy. I told you about this days ago, hun."
       "No you didn't!"
       "Yes. I. Did. You were just staring at the plasma too long to
listen. Your fault, not mine. I bought the loveseat, so the old one is
going out."
       "Then where is Michael gonna sleep!?" my dad questioned. Michael was
currently at his ex-girlfriend's, removing the rest of his things he had
left behind.
       "Hmm...I hadn't thought of that. This loveseat is obviously too
short for him. Josh's room, I guess. Not the hard floor of course. I'll
order a king size bed for the two of them." Then she marched off to find
her laptop once again so she could click the "buy" button once again on
another piece of merchandise as the movers took out the old couch and
placed in the shorter one. I merely stood to the side, not realizing what
the situation meant.

***

       "You want the left or right?" I asked Michael.
       "Left," he said simply, ending any conversation possible.
       His stuff was now mixed in with all of my stuff, and what couldn't
fit, was shoved into my closet and removed from the other one. He was
apparently going to be staying a while. Regardless, I had forgotten about
what had happened between us when he had showed up Friday. We were friends
just like before.
       Later in the night, it was quiet. My parents were in their room
snoring quite loudly. They were heavy sleepers, usually taking aspirin or
something to knock them out effortlessly. I lay on the left side of the big
bed, while Michael lay on the right. I thought he also snored because I
remembering hearing his snores whenever I would pass through the living
room into the kitchen in the middle of the night. But he wasn't snoring
now. Whatever.
       I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling above until I finally fell
asleep less than thirty minutes later.
       I awoke, feeling soft pecks vibrate my body around my neck. The lips
were running wildly among my body as my back was to them, shivering it with
pleasure. They even stopped momentarily at one spot on my neck, sucking the
blood to the surface and giving me a hickey.
       "You're awake," Michael mumbled in my ear.
       "Yes," I replied.
       Then he turned my body to face his and his kissed me smoothly on the
lips. I kissed just as lovingly back, tongues twisting with one another.
       We both pulled back minutes later.
       "Do you want this?" I asked, moving his hand to my ass.
       He squeezed.
       "How could I not want an ass like that?"
       "Because you haven't talked to me or looked at me ever since that
day."
       He paused. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. I was
just...confused. I wanted your ass so bad, my dick was always raging
whenever I stared at it. But I fought against it because it was wrong. But
I'm tired of fighting it. I want you."
       We kissed again.
       Slowly, we removed each others clothes.
       He was just the same light chocolate 21-year-old guy from before
with a well-defined body, like a stud any girl would fight for.
       And I was just the same the 15-year-old tan white teen with abs
slowly forming on my stomach with nice pecs to boot.
       Our tongues continued to swim with each as I tasted the insides of
his mouth. It tasted minty. It tasted fresh. It tasted delicious.
       Then I slowly began to run my tongue from his mouth, to his chin, to
his neck, then slowly over his pecs. I sucked them, turning them into hard
pebbles from pure excitement. Then I continued my traveling down his abs
and to his briefs. I removed them easily with my teeth, revealing his
growing-10.5inch cock.
       I slowly started from the base of it and licked it up to the head
just like a candy stick, swirling my tongue at the end, hoping to get some
sweet juice to erupt already. It would come soon enough though.
       "Ohhh..." He moaned as I continued licking it, teasing him for the
actual sucking part.
       Then I flicked my tongue a few times over his balls, causing him to
give several jerks.
       "Please. Just suck it already. I can't take it," he whined.
       But I refused. He wasn't getting me that easy. I was going to suck
him alright, but we had all night in a big bed, and I was going to take my
time.
       After licking his head several more times, I leaned back up to
Michael. We kissed one another on the lips, sharing the small droplets of
sweet pre-cum already oozing from his dick.
       Then we pulled back, tasting one another's sweet breath.
       Then I went back to his dick, engulfing 3/4 of it with ease from the
last time I had sucked him off.
       "Shitt...."
       He was in heaven now.
       I sucked it with pure happiness to have the hunk of mea tin my mouth
once again. What was I thinking? Of course I wanted this. I wanted his cock
in my mouth.
       "Fuck. That's it. Suck it...Hmmm.....Damn you can suck a cock,
Josh," Michael said quietly, careful not to wake my parents.
       I pulled off. "I know."
       I grinned up at him and he grinned back.
       He moved his finger then to indicate he wanted me to come to move to
his face followed by, "Come here."
       And he kissed me pleasantly. We shared even more sugary pre-cum than
before, making it more memorable.
       "Fuck me," I whispered to him.
       "No. Not yet. I want to try something first. But don't worry. Ima
get a piece of that ass in time." He winked at me.
       Then we rolled over with me ending up on bottom and he on top; we
continued to make out.
       Slowly, he made his way down my body just as I had done me, making
sure he sucked every piece of skin I had. Then he began removing my boxers
just as kinky as I had done to his briefs before.
       "What are you doing?" I asked him.
       "Since you hadn't jacked before I arrived, I assume you haven't had
a blowjob before either. So Ima introduce you to one, showing you how a
real man does it."
       Then he engulfed my 7.5inch cock entirely.
       I gasped so loudly that he instantly reached his hand up to cover my
mouth while sucking my dick. I even pulled his hand against my face harder
so I wouldn't scream from pure pleasure. His mouth was so warm and a nice
fit against my thick meat. I wanted him to go faster, but he teased me,
going so slowly.
       "Fuck..."I tried to mumble through his fingers. But he kept me
quiet.
       I began squeezing his curly, African-American, black hair from the
bliss. He didn't seem to mind.
       Then after I got use to his pace, still turned on completely, I
removed his hand from my mouth, only to begin sucking on his fingers as if
they were cocks. He seemed to enjoy it because he continued pushing them
inside my mouth.
       I moaned just as he did every few seconds.
       Then he sped up. Faster...faster...faster...
       I had to stop sucking his fingers to give all of my focus on my own
delight.
       "Fuck....fuck....oh fuck, Michael. Stop!"
       He didn't listen.
       "Please stop or I'm gonna explode!" I whispered urgently.
       He still didn't stop sucking my cock.
       "I'm...gonna...cuuuum!!!" And as I said the last word, I cummed all
in Michael's mouth, filling it entirely.
       And he took it all. He swallowed it easily, except for the last
mouth full. With that, he leaned up from my cock with my gasping from
relief, and kissed me. We shared my cum together, us both transferring it
between our lips and jaws.
       He swallowed half and I swallowed half.
       We looked at one another in the dark. His eyes glistened to me, just
as mine did to his.
       And I knew.
       He leaned forward and kissed me. I tugged at his short hair, pulling
it as I kissed him so enthusiastically. Our naked bodies intertwined with
one another with me on the bottom and he on the top, still kissing each
other.
       Then he leaned back, behind my legs. I looked at him and knew what
his plans were. He was going to fuck me. Within a few seconds and without
lotion or a condom, he pushed his huge cock inside my ass.
       "Shit you're just as tight as ever. Damn it feels like you are still
a virgin," he said as he stared in amazement at how my ass grasped his cock
so tightly. It should have been at least stretched out some ways by now,
but it wasn't. It had regained its former shape. He started pushing inwards
and outwards in a familiar rhythm. It didn't hurt like before, just a small
sting, but pleasure easily took over that aspect of it. "Oh I love this,"
he said
       "Me too," I replied, grinning up at him as he fucked me on my back.
       He leaned down between my legs as they wrapped around his back, and
we kissed our lips together as he continued fucking my ass with such
professional methods and movements. His body seemed to arch as he entered
me.
       I could still taste my cum on his lips, adding more to the
scene. Then he moved to my neck as he placed a hickey on my left side to
match the one on my right from earlier. I could still feel all 10.5 inches
of him inside my tight ass.
       "Oh God..." I moaned. My nails began digging into his back, enraging
both of our amounts of lust. The huffing, the moaning, the squeezing, the
kissing, the fucking....it was all beautiful. It was straight from lust,
but also straight from a romantic side, but I wasn't sure what. And right
now, I didn't give a fuck. I just wanted this piece of chocolate with me,
in me, on me, beside me, whatever. I wanted him more than ever.
       His body then rose up as he looked to the ceiling with his mouth
hanging open. He was exploding inside my ass. I could feel it rush
inside. It was gorgeous.
       Then he fell onto my body from love and tiredness with his dick
still inside me.
       "Eat me out," I told him.
       He looked up from my chest and grinned. "You devil."
       He pulled out from my ass and moved up to my head, placing his
cum-covered cock in my mouth. I sucked it lovingly, eating my own cum. He
stuck his thumb to beside his dick and I sucked that too. Then he pulled a
wad of the jizz to his own lips, giving a loud smacking sound as he ate it
himself.
       After his dick was clean, he moved down to my ass and ate me out,
turning me back on. Within moments, he had my hole cleaned and my dick back
up again.
       "Ready for round two?" I asked as he rose back to eye level.
       "With a tight ass like yours? I'd go to round six!" He said.
       He leaned forward and we resumed our make out session, our tongues
melting into one another. This was going to be one hell of a night for sure
with the guy that I think I was slowly beginning to like more and more than
just a sex buddy.


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