Date: Mon, 27 Sep 2010 19:59:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: teen17writer <teen17writer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Friends of Dad's - 3

Friends of Dad's
Chapter 3


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       Michael and I had a strange, yet very sexual, relationship. From
sunrise to sundown, we were friends. Maybe not the closest of friends, but
still friends. He would hang out with my father, going out and cruising
around or watching the football game.
       I really never cared for football, although it was pretty amusing to
watch whenever a guy got tackled from like 10 other players, just to see
him crushed in the ground, leaving an imprint. While we watched the game
(me, Michael and my father), my mother would be in the kitchen or at a
friend's house or on her laptop. My dad and Michael would always hoot and
holler whenever their team made a touchdown, and would go "ahhh..."
whenever the opponent made one. Their eyes remained glued to the screen
like kids eyeing candy.
       Yet, I would always catch Michael's eye wondering around the room as
if he was swatting at a fly or trying to find his soda, just to look at me
and wink. Then he would return to the game. And other times, when he
thought I wasn't eyeing him, he would examine my body and lick his lips
slightly when no one else was looking. After all, I was a 15-year-old with
a tan, fit body that had small abs appearing and pecs defining
easily. Michael himself looks pretty fucking good too. He was a 21-year-old
African American with a golden chocolate skin tone (lightly brown), a nice
pack of abs on his stomach, and a muscles everywhere else. He wasn't a
bodybuilder; he would fall into the "amateur" section (or "hunk" section)
on those gay porn sites.
       Regardless, that was our day acting.
       When the sun fell down behind the horizon and my parents fell
asleep, Michael and I made love. I say "made love" because that's what it
felt like instead of just sex and lust (although there was plenty of that
too). We first started out kissing and making out, rubbing one another's
bodies until one of us made our way down the other's body and began sucking
them. That alone led us both to shoot cum everywhere, which we played with
on our tongues. Then we would fuck until about 5am, with only 2-3minute
breaks. We wanted each other's bodies so bad. We needed each other's
bodies. And during that sex, we huffed, grunted, puffed, and said dirty
words back and forth, yet, we never said those three words that seem to pop
out between two lovers when they are having sex. It just wasn't the right
time yet, I suppose. And on some nights, we just lay beside one another and
made out, but nothing more. Or we just hugged one another, kissing each
other on the neck so softly. Was it love? I had no idea.
       It was now three weeks after Michael had moved into my room with
me. He had plans to get a job soon so he could buy himself and eventually
get his own place, but he promised me the car would be first so he wouldn't
have to leave just yet. But we both knew he would have to leave eventually
because it wasn't like he could just live with us forever.
       Michael was officially broken up with his girlfriend, having already
gotten all of his things from their old place together. I was happy to know
he was living with me instead of her, but I also felt sorry for her. But it
was sort of her fault because she had kicked him out because he never got a
job or anything, claiming he was lazy. So it was her loss.
       Michael was bi for all I knew. One night while we were lying in bed
together after a very heated sex (it was during one of those 2-3minute
breaks), I just flat out asked him about his sexuality. He informed me that
he was bi-sexual, so I told him I was as well. Then, less than 5 seconds
later, we were back at it, fucking and cumming over each other's bodies.
       It was Saturday night now, and my parents were gone. They had to go
away on a business trip. My dad worked for some big company that made
electronic stuff and he had to go attend one of those video game
conventions to check out the competition. Since it was being held in New
York, my mother decided to go too, just so she could buy everything within
a 10 mile radius. They weren't due back until Monday morning.
       I was sitting on the couch watching some crime television
show. Michael walked in from the kitchen, having spent Friday at a friend's
house. He said he was gonna go chill with them for the day, seeing as how
we couldn't be together until nighttime when the house was asleep. But he
had no idea my parents were leaving that day, and he ended up staying the
night at his friend's house, having gotten drunk and losing track of
time. So I had spent Friday night (last night) all alone in my house. I was
mad at Michael for this and he knew it.
       He had just gotten in about an hour earlier, and he realized the
sour expression I held towards him. I was pissed at him for wasting the day
away when we could have been together. He tried many times to apologize,
but I refused to listen. Instead, I sat here, watching television with
Michael in the kitchen fixing a banana split.
       He walked into the living with his banana split in his hand, and he
sat down beside me. I scooted over to my right to distance myself.
       He sat down his ice cream.
       "I'm sorry, Josh! If I would have known your parents were leaving
yesterday, I would have stayed. You know I would have!" he said.
       "Do I?" I retorted, allowing my focus to slightly change from the
crime show to him.
       "You should! Look, let me make it up to you. Please!"
       I didn't respond. I kept looking at the screen.
       He moved his banana split near his mouth, and he picked up the
thick, long, chocolate-covered banana and he put it in his mouth. He began
sucking it, slurping on the banana and overriding my thoughts.
       I glanced away from the show and looked at him.
       "Stop! That's annoying!" I said. It really wasn't. In fact, it was
exciting.
       He continued slurping on the stick as if it was a long cock of
9inch. But I knew his cock was longer than that even. But damn that dude
can suck a cock/banana.
       "Stop," I repeated. But it sounded less forceful than the last.
       I turned my head back to the screen and turned up the volume, trying
to block him out.
       Michael leaned closer to my ear and giving a long, loud slurping
sound, especially for my ears to hear.
       My dick jumped, making me realize it was ready to burst through my
jeans any second now if he didn't quit.
       Michael noticed this too. He removed the remote from my hand and
flipped off the crime show. Then he began groping my crotch. I was
paralyzed to even attempt to stop him. After all, I wanted this no matter
what. I wanted him. I was just lying to myself to say I was mad at him.
       He turned my head to face his then, and he placed the other end of
the long, thick banana in my mouth. I slowly opened my mouth to it and I
began to suck on it while he sucked the other end. His hand kept rubbing my
dick, making me want to cum right on the spot.
       He sucked down half the banana and I sucked down the other half. We
met in the middle, kissing each other's lips as best we could with a
chocolate banana in our mouths.
       Then we both pulled off the banana, sitting it back into the ice
cream. I pulled him towards me, pulling at his short, black hair. We kissed
each other, our tongues swirling together. Damn he was so damn delicious. I
wanted him so badly. I wanted us together no matter what I had said before.
       "Told you I would have been here if I knew," he said after pulling
back for air.
       I smiled at him. "I'm sorry."
       "No. I'm the one who should be sorry for keeping this 10inch cock
away from you." He pulled at his hard dick and smiled.
       "You should be."
       Then we melted our mouth together, tasting each other's breath and
saliva. He was so fucking hot!
       He pulled back minutes later. "I have an idea."
       He ran off to the kitchen, returning within seconds with a few items
in his hands. Not to mention the fact that he had no clothes on now; he
must have left them in the kitchen.
       "What's that?" I asked.
       "Our sex toys." He grinned at me. "Now strip and lay down. I want to
formally apologize to you."
       I did as I was told as I laid down on the couch, bare ass naked.
       He uncapped a metal can, and he pushed the end of it as white whip
cream whooshed onto my body. He ran the can from my neck to my bellybutton.
       "Hot..." he mumbled to himself.
       Then he started right above my hard ass cock, running his tongue
slowly up my stomach and slurping up the whip cream. Every time his tongue
came into contact with my skin, I shivered. His touch just melted me into
liquid.
       He continue on up my body with his tongue, swirling it around in the
cream and taking his time until he reached my chest, where he sucked on my
nipples and getting me even more amped up. Then he played around at my
neck, making sure he got most of the whip cream up before leaving a hickey
on my neck to replace the old one he had given me that was now gone. The
entire time I squeeze his hair and pulled, enjoying the sexual tension
between us. It was like fire and ice. We were so wrong, and yet, so right
for each other.
       Then he moved his lips to mine and we kissed. I could taste the
soft, fluffiness of the whip cream from my body on his mouth.
       "Mmmm...yummy," I said.
       "You haven't seen anything yet," he said to me, giving me another
peck on the lips.
       Then he reached for the black bottle labeled "Chocolate Syrup" on
it.
       "Dontcha think I already get enough chocolate from you?" I asked
with a giggle.
       "Yeah. But you can never get enough of chocolate, babe," he said.
       He began to pour the chocolate liquid across my forming-abs, running
a trail of it down to my cock and encasing the base of with sweetness. He
slowly swished his tongue across the syrup, cleaning it all up with his
mouth. His warm tongue filled me with vibrations that were indescribable.
       "Ahhh..." I moaned, even though he was only using his tongue across
my stomach. It was still fucking hot!
       Then he followed the trail down my cock. My dick jumped for joy when
he began slurping up around the base, kissing my rod with chocolate
kisses. After he made sure I was non-sticky with chocolate, he took his
mouth and began bobbing up and down on my dick. He was sucking my cock and
I could feel the cool chocolate remains still inside his mouth.
       "Fuckk..." I breathed quietly, even though the house was empty.
       Then he deep throated my cock. I could feel his throat tighten
around my meat, making it feel like a tight, hot ass.
       "Damn!!!" I said out loud. I felt as if I was going to orgasm on the
spot.
       He pulled off. He leaned up and gave me a chocolate-covered kiss on
my mouth. We shared each other's syrup, eating it and slurping on it in our
mouths.
       "My turn," I said, rolling Michael over onto his back with me on
top.
       I snatched the whip cream just like he had. I coated his pecs with
it, with emphasis on his nipples. Then I gave a small trail down to his
10.5inch chocolate cock. I slurped it all up from his pecs, sucking on his
nipples and eating up the whip cream. I went down to his dick where I began
sucking on it slowly, making sure I ate every ounce of the white fluff from
it.
       "Oh hell yeah. Suck that dick baby," Michael said. He began
thrusting up into my mouth.
       Then I took back control by placing a hand on his abs and pushing
him back down so I could resume my pace of sucking and slurping.
       I glanced up at him while sucking his big hunk of meat, seeing him
grin mischievously.
       "You are so fucking hot when you look up at me while sucking that
cock," he said to me.
       Then I got an idea. I pulled off and saw him frown slightly.
       Slowly, I began moving my tongue up the side of his penis while
looking up at him, trying to seduce him even more (if that was possible). I
was licking it like a tootsie pop, hoping to get to the cream filling on
the inside.
       "Ahhh...so fucking hot," Michael said. His eyes began rolling back
into his head from the shivers I gave him just like he gave me.
       I pulled off again.
       I grabbed the jar of cherries from the coffee table with all of the
sweet treats. I poured a small creek of the juice onto his chest, which
rolled down to his bellybutton. I plucked out a cherry and placed it on
Michael's tongue that was sticking out from his mouth. He let his tongue
hang out with the red, sweet cherry on it. So I reached forward and licked
it with my own tongue, pulling us both into a tight kiss.
       His mouth tasted just like the sugary cherry. So yummy. So
delicious. So fucking good.
       Then I slurped up the cherry juice eagerly from his body while he
rubbed my head, enjoying the ecstasy of the moment.
       Then I made it back down to his cock, where I rushed it down my
throat so quick that he didn't respond for the first few seconds.
       "HOLY SHITT!!!!!!!" he screamed out loud.
       It was lodged completely down my throat. I squeeze my throat around
the thick, 10.5inch cock to make it all the more enjoyable for him. I could
even taste a faint sense of the whip cream.
       "FUCK! GOD DAMN YOU'RE A FUCKING GOOD COCKSUCKER!!!!" he belched so
loudly.
       I removed the cock from my throat and my mouth. "Shhh...you don't
want to wake the whole damn neighborhood."
       "Baby, for a hot mouth like yours, I would wake the whole God damn
world if I have to," he said, putting his hand under my chin and pulling me
to another kiss.
       Then he started rubbing down my lower back, near my ass. I knew what
he wanted because it was what I wanted as well.
       "Got a condom?" he whispered into my ear.
       "Bareback. I want it rough," I said back into his ear.
       He nibbled on my ear. "You got it."
       He leaned back against the couch with me in his lap. His cock was
standing at full attention under me, waiting for my hole to encase it.
       I stood up just a little so he could reposition it under me.
       "You ready?" he asked.
       I lowered myself down onto his cock slowly, taking it all in.
       "Fuck. Just as fucking tight as it was when I first popped your
cherry," he moaned.
       I grinned. It didn't hurt that much. Just a slight sting. It was
mostly filled with pleasure.
       I finally reached the base of his rod of wonder. He placed his hands
on my sides. He helped me lift my body up and back down slowly, so I could
get back use to the feel of his huge dick in my ass.
       Then soon, I began moving up and down on his cock of my own free
will. His hands still held onto my sides, but it was just to hold onto
something. I began jumping up and down on his cock so fast he was saying:
"Ahhh yeah...Fuckkk....Faster....Harder....Shit...so fucking tight!"
       I rode his cock like a gearshift, taking all 10.5inches of it in my
tight ass.
       "Ohh..." I moaned multiple times.
       After minutes of fucking like this, he said, "Stop."
       I did so.
       "Wrap your legs around my waist. My turn to take control now."
       I wrapped my legs around him as he stood up from the couch. I was
holding onto his neck in midair, with his cock still plunged deep into me.
       "Fuck me," I whispered softly.
       He didn't even hesitate. He began drilling me a new asshole so fast
and hard than I could possibly even imagined. Every time I moaned loudly it
came out in stutters from the amount of drilling he performed on my tight
ass.
       He was pushing his dick into me as I held onto his body
tightly. Every few seconds or so, we would slow down and make out as he
fucked me. It was so damn hot! He was so damn hot!
       I pulled back from one of our kisses.
       "I...I love you," I whispered so softly. At first, I didn't think he
had heard me.
       But he froze because he had heard me.
       He stopped fucking me and just stared at me. I wondered what he was
gonna say. Then a whole minute passed and I became terrified I had said
something wrong.
       "I--" he began.
       Then his cell phone rang from the coffee table.
       He picked it up with his cock still deep in my ass.
       "Hello?" he said on the phone with heavy breathing from fucking me
so hard.
       "Michael?" I heard a female voice say. I was so close to his lips
that I just wanted to suck on them so long, yet, I was still scared about
what he was gonna say back to me. But I could still hear his whole
conversation from my closeness. It was his ex-girlfriend.
       "Yeah?"
       "I need to tell you something. I'm pregnant and you're the father."

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