Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2014 18:35:07 -0700
From: Marc Barr <machofocker@hotmail.com>
Subject: Johnny Suburb Chapter 2

Cast:
Johnny - Married father of two on the down low as a gay porn star
Josh - Johnny's eldest son, 16
Colby - Johnny's youngest son, 9
Mark - Johnny's pornographer boss and now neighbour, 39 but looks to be in
his early 30s to Johnny (he's not very good at guessing ages).


The following has not been edited.  Basically I write and
then I send it out.  It's terrible, I know.  But I just
don't have the time to write and then edit stories this
length.  So I apologize for any grammatical and syntax
mistakes that I make that pull you out of the fantasy.  If I
mix up some names, or pronouns, or whatever, I apologize.
But I hope you all enjoy this regardless.  To be fair, I try
to fix mistakes that I do catch (see: as I type).

Warning: THIS IS FICTIONAL.  Any similarities with persons
living or dead is purely coincidental.  If accessing this
type of material in your region is illegal, don't, but
honestly, I can't literally stop you from doing so.  In this
fictional world, STDs don't exist, therefore preventative
measures aren't taken.  That is not the case in real life.
This story is merely a product of one's imagination.
Comments, questions, concerns, hate mail, send the email at
machofocker@hotmail.com

This chapter contains sexual activities between minors and
adults.
Enjoy!


Chapter 2


     In all honesty, Johnny had no intention of having the
two aspects of his life ever intersect.  It is true that he
had considered the possibility that one day, in the distant
future, he would be unable to keep them apart, but he did
not realize that that day would come so soon.  Whether it
was due to wilful ignorance, pure idiocy, or the fact that
Johnny got off on the idea of having a secret life so
different from his public one that he did expect to be able
to keep his other life from his family.

     Momentarily, Johnny was still in the grips of shock as
he led Mark and his children inside his house.  Colby had
run ahead, the rambunctious boy that he was, with Josh
following after, calling after his little brother in
irritation.  They were already fighting over who would get
most of the deep fried beef Johnny had brought home.

     "No running in the house!"  Johnny called after his
sons as their figures disappeared around a corner.  "Don't
spill the food!"

     "Oh man, they seem like a handful."  Mark chuckled
while clasping Johnny's shoulders.

     "Boys, what can you do?"  Johnny sighed, shrugging his
shoulders in exasperation before rounding on his other
employer.  He lowers his voice while simultaneously eyeing
the corner where his children had just ran to.  "What're you
doing here?"

     Mark holds up his hands, palms up, face full of
innocence.  "I didn't follow you or nothin', if that's what
you're thinking.  Honestly?  I didn't even know where you
lived.  I paid you in cash, remember?  I pride myself on
respecting the privacy of my performers."

     "It's a mighty big coincidence, though, isn't it?"
Johnny mutters, brows furrowed in worry.

     Mark sighs and grips Johnny's shoulder again.  "Look
man, calm down.  I get it, even if you don't think I don't.
I'll keep it on the down low.  Do you want me to leave?"

     Johnny sighs tiredly before shaking his head slowly.
"No, no.  You're going to be our neighbour, apparently, so
you know... and besides, I did buy a lot of food."

     Mark nods appreciatively before following Johnny into
the kitchen.

     The clatter and clinking of glass and ceramic echoes
throughout the kitchen as Johnny's children eagerly set the
table, Colby chatting away a mile a minute about one of his
favourite shows.  At one point he crashes right into Mark,
having not been paying attention to what he was doing.  Mark
grunted in pain as it seemed like Colby's head might have
collided with his junk.

     "Sorry!"  Colby exclaimed, wide eyed with shock.
"Sorry Mark!"

     Mark just chuckled and messes up Colby's hair.  "It's
alright son, no harm, no foul."

     Colby smiles up sweetly at Mark's figure before moving
on his way.

     It just came to me then, the astonishing difference
between Colby and Mark.

     Mark was a tall, big man, easily dwarfing my youngest
son's small frame.  Whereas Mark had sun tanned skin covered
in hair, Colby was pale and smooth.  He had light brown hair
and eager blue eyes that shone whenever he smiled with
perfectly straight teeth.  He took after his mother in that
manner, looking so much like the woman that Johnny had
married.  He had a soft face, a rounded, and adorable face
with dimples that sunk down whenever he smiled.  Johnny had
no doubt that Mark would be able to lift his youngest son
easily with one arm.

      Josh, on the other hand, took after his father, for
the most part.  Blonde haired, instead of red, and pale as
his father, with a smattering of freckles on his skin.  At
sixteen, his frame still seemed lithe, but not at all thin.
Josh loved to play sports, and the effort he had placed on
his body could easily be seen.  His arms were widening with
muscle, even if they were smooth and pale.  His chest was
filling out due to hours of lifting at the school gym, and
his legs were already well on their way to being muscular
and toned.  He had an angular and sharp face, just like his
father.

     The dinner itself was a curious event.  Never had
Johnny ever been so afraid and aroused at the same time.  He
was afraid of what Mark could possibly reveal, about their
connection, about his secret life, meanwhile Johnny himself
was aroused by the very thought that it could be revealed.
At more than one occasion during the dinner, Johnny would be
forced to covertly rearrange himself under the table, his
cock hard and leaking.  Going by Mark's occasional looks in
his direction, and his slight smirk, he knew very well why
Johnny's hands would briefly disappear under the dining
table.

     "What do you do Mark?"  Josh asked after swallowing
some dumplings.

     "I make movies."  Mark said automatically, briefly
glancing in Johnny's direction.

     "Cool, can we see some?"  Colby asks, causing his
father to choke on a piece of rice.  "You okay dad?"

     "Just fine buddy.  Went down the wrong way."  I respond
with a raspy voice, coughing out the obstruction in my
throat before taking a huge gulp of water.

     "Maybe some other time."  Mark laughed whole heartedly
with his deep, booming, voice.  Colby just smiled in turn.

     Johnny's children were completely captivated by the
man.  They eagerly shared aspects of their life with him so
freely.  Talking about school, their friends, and their
mother.  Colby would stare at Mark, enthralled, while Mark
in turn tells stories of the places he had been in and the
things he's done.  Josh himself was quite eager to ask many
questions about Mark's life that he had revealed.

     "You were in the army?  Cool!"

     "You drive a motorcycle?  Awesome!  Can I ride it?"

     "You have a tattoo?  Whoa.  Can I see it?"

     Mark all too eagerly complied with Josh's request,
swiftly removing his shirt in one fell swoop and flexed his
right arm to show the large, intricate, tattoo that was
printed on his skin all the way to his elbows, swaths of the
image hidden under tufts of hair.

     "Wow, you're really hairy."  Colby observed through a
mouthful of noodles.

     "Don't talk with your mouth full son."  Mark
reprimanded him, giving him a serious look.

     Colby bristled indignantly and turned towards his
father petulantly.  But Johnny just laughed and nodded
towards Mark.  "You heard him."

     "Do you work out a lot?"  Josh asked, his eyes still,
curiously, trained on Mark's body.
     "Yeah.  I go to this gym near my work every day.  You
gotta work at it to look like this."  He explains.  "But I
had some help.  Good genes.  My pops was built like a brick
house, naturally, and I take after him."

     "He as hairy as you too?"  Josh asked, before catching
himself and blushing at his question.  "Sorry..."

     But Mark just laughs and nods his head.  "Don't be.
Yeah, he was pretty hairy too.  It runs in the family, you
know?  You're about that age when you'll get yours too."

     But Josh just shakes his head, his mouth pressing into
a thin line.  "Not me.  My dad's not as hairy as you are.
And I like what you have."

     Again, Josh's eyes widen at his words, as if he had
just caught himself saying something he did not wish to
reveal.

     "Um, I mean... it's cool to be that hairy, you know?"
He stammered, face turning red.
     Mark studies him for a moment, then glancing at Johnny
briefly, a smirk crossing his face, before turning back to
the teen.

     "Well, why don't you come here and see what it's like?"
He says nonchalantly with his deep voice.

     Josh sputters, completely taken aback, his eyes
widening at the request.  He starts shooting nervous looks
between his father and Marc.  "Um, well... I... uh..."

     "Well, you said it yourself, right?  Johnny's not that
hairy.  Why don't you come here and see what it's really
like?  You don't mind, do you Johnny?"  Mark asks, turning
to me with a smile.

     Johnny slowly shook his head, his face turning flushed
and red, his cock hardening in his pants.  For what?  Even
he didn't know.  As of yet.

     "It's alright.  Boys get curious."  He says quietly.

     Josh stares at his father for a few seconds before Mark
calling his name drew his attention again.

     "Come on son, don't be shy."  He says, motioning the
teen over.

     Josh stands up a bit too quickly before slowing his
steps to move beside Mark's chair.  he raises a hand and
settles it on Mark's shoulder, caressing the skin, running
his fingers through the short tufts of hair.  The slowly, he
runs his fingers down the tanned skin, moving down along
Mark's hairy pecks, the teen's breath hitching at the
sensation.  Mark flexes his chest, causing Josh to flinch
and chuckle in surprise.  Mark joins him with an equally
amused, and deep, rumbling, chuckle.

      "I wanna feel it too!"  Colby exclaims, jumping out of
his seat and running towards mark, scrambling up into the
man's lap without a warning.

     Johnny frowns at his son's antics.  "Colby, get down.
from there, that's rude.  You're a bit too old for that kind
of thing now."

     "I don't mind."  Mark says with a wide smile, causing
Colby to stick his tongue out at his father.  Johnny just
huffs out a breathe of frustration in response.  Mark smiles
down at the young boy.  "Go ahead body.  You ever seen a
body this hairy before?"

     Colby just shakes his head at his position in Mark's
lap before swiftly running his hands through Mark's hairy
chest.

     "I haven't either.  You even have some on your back."
Josh says wonderingly.  "And you have a tattoo there too!"

     "You smell nice."  Colby says brightly before leaning
over to sniff at Mark's skin, his face moving across the
man's naked chest and towards his pits.

      "You sure about that?  I'm a bit musky.  I don't use
deodorant, and it's been a long day."  He says with an
apologetic look on his face.

      But Colby just shakes his head and continues to sniff
the older man.  "I like it."

     "Okay, that's enough guys.  Finish your meal."  Johnny
says a bit too tightly, his voice pitching at the end.

     Colby sighs, exasperated, before stomping his way back
to his seat and turning his attention back on his plate of
dumplings.  Josh shakes himself, blushing deeper, before
making his way back to his seat.

     "I wish I could get as big as you."  He mumbles
dejectedly at his food.

     "You're still young boy, you just gotta work out a bit.
Look at Johnny, he's looking pretty big and fit himself."
Mark says.  "You work out, right Johnny?"

     Johnny nods, studying his oldest son's reactions
curiously.  "Yeah.  There's a gym near my work."

     "Why don't you take him?  Show him the ropes?"  Mark
suggests, causing Josh to perk up in his seat.

     But Johnny just shakes his head and frowns slowly.
"Just not possible.  My schedules erratic enough as it is, I
keep on getting held up without warning.  When I do have
time, I go right after work, which is twenty minutes away,
one way.  Josh's school is in the opposite direction,
overall it'd be an hour and a half of driving back and
forth."

     Josh deflates at the explanation, settling deeper in
his seat.

     "The school four blocks that way?"  Mark asks as Josh
nods curiously.  "Well, how about this, if you're alright
with it Johnny, why don't I take Josh with me at my gym
instead?  I can pick him up at his school, it's not a crazy
drive from my work because of the freeway.  And the gym I
use is only about fifteen blocks away from his school."

     Josh perks up again at the suggestion, his face
brightening up with a smile.  He turns towards his father,
his face already set to plead his case.  "Can I dad?
Please?  The gym at school sucks.  I need to know about
proper forms and stuff.  Please?"

     Johnny hesitates, glancing between his son and his
secret employer.  "I don't know Josh.  It's awfully nice of
Mark, but it might be too much of a bother..."

     "Not at all."  Mark insists with a shake of his head.
"No trouble at all.  There'd be plenty of guys there that
would love to help him out too."

     Johnny can't help but notice the smirk that crosses
Mark's face at his words, but he doesn't think too much of
it, even if caused his cock to twitch.  Josh pleads again
and Johnny starts to crumble at his son's eagerness.

     "I'll pay for it!  I've saved up!"  Josh offers but
Mark interrupts him.

     "No, it's on me.  You'll be my guest, and I can bring a
guest in for free.  I certainly throw them enough money
every month, they sure as hell won't mind."  Mark grumbles.
"Come on Johnny, the kid just wants to work out till he
looks like his old man.  It's good for guys his age to start
working out.  I really don't mind."

     Johnny eventually relents, from a combination of his
son's pleading and Mark's persuasive tone.  He smiles warmly
at his oldest son before nodding, causing Josh to whoop and
pump his fists in the air.

     "Fuck ya!"  Josh exclaims before catching himself and
apologizing at his father's look.

     "Language Josh."  Johnny reprimands.

     "Oh, come on Johnny.  He's old enough, aren't you son?"
Mark smiles, placing a hand on Josh's shoulders.  "Fuck
yeah!"

     Josh grins widely at his words.  "Fuck yeah!"

     "Fuck yeah!"  Colby emulates, eliciting a groan from
Johnny.

     "Look at what you started."  He mumbles, as the rest of
them laugh.

     After dinner, Johnny walks Marc out after the kids had
said their farewells; Colby giving the tall man an eager
hug, while Marc musses Josh's hair.

     "You've got good kids there."  Marc says when they made
their way through the hallway and out to the front door.
Behind them, they could hear the clink of glass as the kids
worked to wash and dry the dishes.  "Too bad I didn't meet
the missus tonight."

     "She got stuck with the nightshift this time around.
It happens occasionally.  It usually means that I have to
try and come home early to make sure the kids are alright,
you know?  And Josh is at that age anyway where he's
responsible enough to take care of his brother when their
alone in the house."

     "Why don't they come over to my place instead?"  Mark
offers suddenly.  Johnny looks at him in surprise while Mark
laughs at the expression on his face.  "Well, that way you
don't have to change much of your schedule.  Like you said,
sometimes they hold you up at work and your wife has the
night shift."

     "Um, I'm not sure about that."  Johnny says haltingly,
rubbing the back of his neck all the while.  "I'd have to
run it by Annie."

     Mark nods sagely.  "You do that."

     Then without warning, he pushes Johnny against the side
of the house before looking about them for watching eyes.
Mark then proceeds to press himself tighter against Johnny's
body, holding his shoulder with his hands.  Leaning forward,
he kisses the man, burying his tongue deep in Johnny's
mouth.

      Johnny can't help but moan at the sensation, bucking
his hips forward, seeking more friction and pressure.
"Shit, Mark.  The kids..."

      But Mark ignores him and grinds harder against
Johnny's body, biting at his lips and sucking out his tongue
until he was incoherent.  At the distant sound of Colby
yelling at his brother, they break apart, Johnny red faced
and panting.

     Mark smirks at him before wiping his mouth.  "When do
you wanna do your next movie?"

     It takes a few moments for Johnny to understand the
question, still reeling from the abrupt make out session.
"Um, a couple of weeks?  Maybe?  There's a big project at
work, but I can find the time."

      Mark just nods before patting Johnny's cheek and
walking away.




     It isn't until a few days later that Annie even has the
chance to meet Mark.  Johnny had already told her all about
their new neighbour and the quick attachment the man had
made with their kids.  The kids were quick to talk him up to
their mother as well.  Curiosity getting the best of her,
she and Johnny make their way one, early, morning for Annie
to make his acquaintance.  Having come home from work, she
was still in her nurse uniform while Johnny was already
dressed for the office.

      Mark greeted them warmly, happily taking Annie's store-
bought pie in lieu of a home made 'welcome to the
neighbourhood' pastry she had wanted to make.  Mark took is
smiling all the same, and gave his sincere thanks.  They
talked for quite some time, but winning Annie's affections
was an easy task for Mark, oozing natural charisma.  Before
Johnny had to take his leave for work, Annie had all to
happily consented to not only Mark bringing Josh to his gym,
but for the kids to come over to his house as well if Johnny
or Annie were both still held up at work.

     True to his word, Johnny was swamped at work.  The
incompetence of some of his colleagues forced him to do
overtime, a week after Mark had made the offer to baby-sit
their kids.  When Johnny made the call to Mark that
afternoon and he happily agreed.  By the time he made his
way back home and knocked on Mark's door, it was already
eight in the evening.  Mark calls him in, having left the
door open, and Johnny walks into Mark's house to find him
and the kids watching TV.  Josh was stretched out on the
long, brown, couch with his arms behind his head, completely
engrossed on the movie they were watching.  Colby on the
other hand was seated on Mark's lap, his back pressed right
on Mark's chest.

     "Colby, you're not bother Mark are you?"  I point out
disapprovingly.

     But Mark just smiles warmly and shakes his head.  "Not
at all, I'm comfortable where I am.  Little buddy here
doesn't bother me at all.  'Bout you boy?"

     "I'm good!"  Colby greets, giving his father a quick
wave before nestling back deeper in Mark's large, encasing
arms, his attention back on the screen.

     "Have a beer, it's in the fridge.  Let them finish the
movie before they go home."  Mark says, jerking his head
towards the kitchen.  Shrugging, Johnny does as he asks,
loosening his tie on the way to fetch a brew.

     Walking back, he stops at the kitchen door, leaning on
against the frame, to watch his kids interacting with Mark.
Occasionally Josh would laugh at something on the screen
while Colby seemed perfectly content in Mark's arms.  In
fact from where he was standing, Mark seemed to be rubbing
his hands slowly along Colby's smooth arm.  At one point
Johnny sees him kiss Colby on the top of the head.  Colby
just seemed to have taken it in stride.

     It's half past nine before the movie finished and
Johnny is ushering the kids out of the door.  But before
they leave, Colby asks Mark to bend down before pecking the
older man in the cheek and wishing him goodnight.

     "Night night!"  Colby says tiredly, as Mark gives him a
kiss on the forehead in return.

     "Night baby."  Mark gives Johnny a smirk as the kids
walk away as if everything that just occurred had been
normal.

     "Thanks for watching them."  Johnny says tiredly,
shaking Mark's hand with a tight grip.  To his surprise,
Mark pulls him into a deep kiss, shoving a tongue into his
mouth.  Before he can react, the kiss is over and Mark is
already pulling away and wishing him goodnight.  Flushed,
Johnny walks away towards his house wondering whether his
kids had seen the kiss.  Somehow, Johnny couldn't find it in
himself to care.



     The next week progressed much the same.  Johnny was
kept later and later at work as the work piled up.  It
became as such that Johnny provided Mark with a spare key to
his house so the children could go home and sleep without
having to wait for their father to pick them up.  Although
Mark offered did offer for the kids to sleep over his house
instead, he agreed and took the key gladly.
     Johnny himself was too busy at work to worry about
anything else, let alone notice anything else.  Such as the
curious looks one of his co-workers had been throwing his
way for the past hour every time they passed each other by.

     It was half past nine in the evening before Johnny was
finally able to leave the office, calling out a weary
goodnight to his coworkers and stumbling towards the
elevators.  He leans back against the cool steel, sighing
heavily as he waited for the doors to close when someone
just about rushes into the shutting doors.

     "Whoa, close one."  The guy chuckles.  Johnny just
smiles in turn before closing his eyes once again.

     "Um, Mr. Preston?"  The guy asks, forcing Johnny to
open his eyes again with a heavy sigh.  "Sorry, I just
wanted to introduce myself.  I'm one of the company's
interns?"

     Johnny scrutinizes him tiredly, trying to put a name to
the face with no avail.  The guy just rubs the back of his
neck before offering his hand.

     "I'm Louis.  One of the handful of high school interns
you guys take up every year for work experience?"  He
explains as Johnny starts nodding his head in realization.

     "Right.  You go to that prep school, right?  Preston...
something or other"  Johnny says, shaking the boy's hand.

     "Preston Drummer Academy, yes."  He says, smiling
widely.  Looking him over, Johnny can't help but appreciate
the sight before him.  He was shorter than Johnny's six foot
frame, but only slightly.  He had an oval but handsome face
with an adorably crooked jaw, giving him a wonderfully
lopsided smile.  He had thick black hair and eyebrows, as
well as the most lusciously full, red, lips that Johnny had
ever seen on a guy.

     "How do you like the work?"  Johnny asks, pulling his
attention away from Louis' lips.

     "It's difficult, but rewarding."  The teen says
automatically and Johnny can't help but smile.

     "I can't believe you stayed this late.  Is that
allowed?  Isn't there a limit for high school students to
work?  How old are you?"  Johnny asked.

     "I'm seventeen, but I actually just came in at a little
after five.  So it's only been a solid four hours or so for
me."  He said.  "And it's no problem, I drive and I don't
live very far, so... I'll take all the hours and experience
I can get.  I'm hoping for a good reference when I'm done."

     Johnny huffed out a tired laugh before the elevator
doors sounded for the parking lots.

     "Well, it's nice to meet you, and good luck with your
work and studies."  Johnny offered, patting the teen on the
back.

     But as he was walking towards the car, the teen
suddenly called out, to Johnny's surprise.  "I'm a fan!"

     Johnny startles at the sudden burst of sound.  Turning
around, he finds Louis jogging towards him.

     "Excuse me?"  Johnny asks, confused.

     Louis mouths at the air for a few seconds, hesitating.
"I just, wanted to say that I'm a fan.  Of yours.  You know.
I know you've only had two videos, but you're so fucking
hot!"

     Johnny's eyes suddenly widen at that, his neck flushing
in embarrassment.

     "I don't know what you're talking about."  He says
automatically, stiffly, before starting to walk away again.

     "Wait, no!"  Louis calls out, chasing after him.  "It's
just, I'm a fan.  Of your work.  You know.  I know you don't
have a lot, it's just that, you know... you're hot."

     Johnny had stopped by then, having been listening to
the teen's explanation, his eyes occasionally darting around
the empty parking lot.

     "You have no idea how many time's I've jacked off to
your vids."  Louis confesses, stepping closer to the older
man.    "Seriously.  I'm not going to say anything, I
promise.  It's just, that... well... fuck, I've wanted
to..."

     "Wanted to what?"  Johnny asks huskily, curiosity
burning in him.  Such a thing as this had been the very
subject of his fantasies, and one of the many reasons that
finally brought him to act on his urges to appear in porn.

     "God, when that guy was sucking your thick, pink, cock?
I wanted it to be me."  Louis says quietly, trailing his
fingers up Johnny's arm.  Johnny trails the movement with
his eyes, his face turning red with arousal, blood pumping
to his cock, stiffening at the younger man's proximity and
touch.  "Jeez, this is all sorts inappropriate, I know.  But
can you just give me one... moment?"

      Johnny watches the teen's tongue wet his plump lips,
slightly parted, before meeting his wide, blown, eyes.  Lust
grips him then, as much as lush, as he surges forward to
capture the young man's lips into his own.  They're moist
and soft, but the kiss is forceful and desperate.  There's
heavy pressure and the teen insistent tongue trying to meet
Johnny's own.  The older man cradles Louis' face in his
large hands, his briefcase dropped and forgotten on the
concrete floor.  Johnny starts leading the man backwards
until the younger is pressed against a wall.  The younger
man's kisses are desperate, yearning, and inexperienced, but
wonderfully erotic all the same.  In the dim, amber, light
and empty, echoing, halls of the parking garage, Johnny
surrenders to his desires.

      "I really shouldn't be fucking doing this."  He
manages out in between kisses, his voice is raspy and
strained.  But he just surges forward again, moving to
settle a leg in between the teen's knees.  There he feels
Louis' hard cock pressing on this thigh.  It's stiff, hot,
and wet, the young man's precum already soaking through his
clothes.

     Then before logic and reason could dissuade him
otherwise, Johnny finds himself unzipping the young man's
trousers and shoving his hand through the opening.  Briefly
squeezing the teen's bulge through the fabric, Louis moaning
at the sensation, Johnny fishes out the teen's hard,
throbbing, cock.  Not wanting to be left behind, Johnny
unceremoniously, and quite quickly, fishes his own cock out
of his pants, breathing a sigh of relief as his large member
meets air.  His cock juts out straight before him, the head
an angry red and leaking with shining liquid at the tip.
Looking down between them, Louis' eyes widen at the sight.

      "Fuck."  The teen mutters, his legs threatening to
give way due to sheer eroticism, but Johnny winds his left
arm around the younger man's waist, keeping him upright and
against the wall.

      Without preamble, Johnny presses their members
together and grips what he can with his other hand.  The
teen's cock was thinner than Johnny's, but was still of a
respectable length.  He was uncut, with the skin under the
hood, once pulled down, being much paler than the rest of
his skin.  It was a curious sight.  Like a Neapolitan cock;
a tanned base, a paler section just below the head, and a
wonderfully pink tip.  A part of Johnny wanted to get on his
knees and take the teen in his mouth, but he knew they
didn't have time.  He still knew where they were, and Johnny
had to fight that significant part of him that didn't care.

      When he felt the teen starting to move down, realizing
that the teen was planning on getting on his knees to take
Johnny into his all too willing mouth, the older man grips
him tighter before nestling his face into Louis' neck,
breathing him in.  There was a combination of pleasant
cologne and the young man's own natural musk.  He nips at
the skin, lapping at it briefly with his tongue, before
whispering into the young man's ear.

     "Not now.  Next time."  He says huskily before he
starts pressing their cocks harder together with his free
hand, slowly jacking them off together.

     But their combined girth was too much even for him, and
he has to remove his arm from the young man's waist to grip
their combined cocks with both of his hands.

     "Holy shit."  The young man mutters as he stares at
their members lustfully.  "Damn."

     Johnny jacks them off quickly, as fast as he can manage
with two hands on two cocks pressing against each other, his
hands moving with great urgency.  In the distance they can
hear car engines sounding, horns blaring, and the occasional
shout or laughter from the sidewalk below.  Johnny knew that
at anytime, another one of their co-workers might make their
way into the garage and find them in such a compromising
position.  Even then, Johnny doesn't imagine he would stop
even with an audience.

      Louis is rutting into the older man's hands now,
gripping Johnny's broad shoulder for support while he
continues to train his eyes at their joined cocks.  Johnny
can't blame him, it was a wonderful sight, and such a large
part of him wanted to be on his knees as well to take the
man into his warm, willing, mouth.  But Johnny keeps on
pumping, hard and fast, until their breathing becomes ragged
and his rhythm becomes broken.  Johnny buries his face in
the young man's neck as they reach their orgasm together,
spilling their copious seed between them.  Johnny feels the
sticky splatter of it on his neck and his hands as his hips
keep on buckling forward through his orgasm.  He hears
Louis' tight groan against his shoulder as well as the young
man's tightening grip.

      They hold each other longer than they should have
been, just taking the time to breathe each other in and
relish the completion they had just shared.  Johnny was the
first one to pull apart, his skin flushed pink, beads of
sweat forming on his skin.  He moves to capture Louis' lips
in his with slow, gentle, kisses.  They were spent and
sated, echoed in their even, exhausted breathes.

     Then Johnny can't help but chuckle when they drew
apart, a sudden thought crossing his mind.

     "How are we gonna clean up?"  He asks with a smile,
completely aware of their cum soaked cocks and clothes.
Looking between them, Johnny finds that a significant
splatter on their clothes as well as their skin.  Huge,
thick, swats of cum stuck along Louis' neck and one side of
his face, while both of their cocks were glistening and wet.

      Louis doesn't say anything, he just leans forward and
starts lapping at an already wet spot on Johnny's neck.

     "I don't know who's cum this is, but it's good."  Louis
says tiredly with a smile before getting on his knees and
cleaning Johnny's sticky, soft, cock with his tongue.  "I
know, no time for blowjobs.  But man, I just gotta taste,
you know?"

     The long day and the quick orgasm had been too much,
and despite the threatening rumblings of rising arousal,
Johnny was spent.  He wasn't as young as the teen before
him, his refractory period was longer.  But he cherished the
feel of the young man's ministrations on his cock
nonetheless.  When Johnny helped him up, he all too eagerly
returned the favour.  He starts by licking the cum on the
young man's face, feeling the thick stickiness on his
tongue, the salty flavour bursting in his mouth.  He makes
his way down the young man's neck, making sure to capture
every spilled, drop, before getting on his knees and taking
the teen into his mouth.  Not surprisingly the teen was hard
again.  Johnny doesn't even think, he just takes the teen
into his mouth and sucks for all he was worth.

     He gags of course.  He hadn't taken a man into his
mouth since he had been young, before he had gotten married.
The indiscretions of youth.  Inaccurate now, he supposes,
considering how indiscrete they were being.  Johnny works on
Louis' hard cock, sucking and swallowing what liquid
collects in his mouth, likely a collection of both of their
cum as well as Louis' building precum.  He chokes a few more
times before he finds a proper rhythm and force that has the
young man moaning and panting in the air.  Louis buckles
forward as he grips the older man's hair tightly in his
hands.

    "Suck my cock daddy.  Fuck."  He rasps out as he pumps
his cock into Johnny's mouth.

    Looking down at himself, the sight was obscene.
Johnny's eyes were shut tight, the older man's cheeks
alternating between being sunken and blown, his plump, red,
lips stretched from engulfing the teen's cock.  The teen
fucks the dad's face, keeping an even rhythm, and it doesn't
take long for him to grip the man's head tighter in his
grasp as he spills his seed.

     Johnny takes all of him, happily swallowing him down.

     Louis rides through the orgasm gripping Johnny's head
still as he empties his balls in the older man's mouth.
He's completely spent by the time he lets go, Johnny all the
while lazily bathing his softening cock and balls with his
tongue.  They kiss again shortly after, Louis not minding at
all that he can taste himself in the older man's tongue.

     They were lucky.  No one else had come down in the same
level that they had been, to Johnny's relief.  They made
awkward goodbyes and promises that Johnny wasn't sure he was
going to keep.  Now that the thrill of it was done, the tell
tale post orgasm guilt began to creep in.  It had been done
in public, with an under aged teenager, at his place of
work.  He could have lost everything.  But the longer he
thought about it, the longer he thought of the sensations
and the overwhelming liberty of their act, the more he
realized he didn't care as much as he probably should.  It
was rather easy for him to come to the conclusion that it
was worth it.  The young man was willing, as was he, and
they both did something that felt so, fucking, good.  By the
time he made his way home, he had already resolved to do it
again when the opportunity next arose.

     By the time Johnny makes his way home, it was already
eleven at night.  The streets were dark and quiet, except
for the dim, buzzing, glow of the streetlights.  He stumbled
towards his front door to turn the lock and enter his pitch
black house.  He silently, and tiredly removed his shoes
before stumbling up the stairs.  He checks into Josh's room,
silently opening the door, to find his oldest son asleep
peacefully in his bed.  He smiles before quietly shutting
the door.  Then making his way towards his younger son's
room, he slowly opens the door and peers into the dim light.
There he finds his youngest son, wearing only his tighty
whities, curled into Mark's embrace.  The older man was
naked except for black boxer briefs, snoring softly with his
arms around Johnny's boy.  From the hallway light, their
skin was quite the contrast.  Colby had smooth pale skin,
while Mark had tanned skin covered in a significant amount
of hair.  Colby rustles in his sleep briefly before settling
deeper into Mark's large arms.

     Johnny slowly closes the door, a small, simple, smile
on his lips.





     The next day was an early start.  Colby was already
running around and making noise outside by the time Johnny
got up.  He washed his face and before making his way
downstairs in just his boxers and a t-shirt.  Everyone else
was already downstairs, and Johnny was surprised to find
that every single one of them were only in their underwear.
Colby was seated on the table next to Mark in just his
briefs, while Josh was seated across from them in just his
boxers.

    "Morning sunshine."  Mark greeted him brightly,
motioning to a plate of eggs, ham, and bacon with a few
slices of bread.

    "What time is mom coming home?"  Josh asks through a
mouthful of eggs.

    "She's held up at the hospital, so she won't be coming
home today until eight.  Which means, you guys have got to
be finished and out of here by the time she gets home.  But
you still got a couple of hours."  I say with a yawn and a
stretch.  "How were the kids?"

     "Fine!"  Colby responded loudly instead before taking a
drink from his glass of orange juice.

     Mark laughs.  "They were fine.  No trouble on our side.
How about you?  How was work?"

     Johnny couldn't help the blush that crosses his face,
and he clears his throat before responding.  "It was good.
Tiring, but good."

     Mark tilts his head curiously before narrowing his eyes
with a knowing look.  "That's good."

     "Hey dad, I'm coming home late today 'cause Mark's
gonna take me to the gym.  What time are you coming home?"
Josh asks, taking Mark's scrutinizing look away from me.

     "Damn.  It's gonna be a late night again tonight.  Can
you put it off until next week maybe?  When I can finally
come home early to watch Colby?"  I ask.

     But Mark interrupts instead.  "It's alright Johnny, I
can take both of the kids.  I can watch 'em both at the
gym."

     "You sure it's not a problem?  Is it okay to have a kid
Colby's age there?"  I nod towards my youngest son.

     "Hey!"  Colby exclaims indignantly.  "I can go!
Please?"

     "Yeah, sure buddy."  Mark says with a smile before
turning to reassure the concerned look on Josh's face.  "We
can still focus on our workout.  There's a couple of rooms
there that Colby will be able to stay and do his homework.
We won't be long there anyway.  Besides, the guys there are
great.  They wouldn't mind keeping an eye on Colby either."

     I just nod as I ate my breakfast.  "Sounds good.  Make
sure to give your mom a call, alright?  Let her know where
you guys are and what you're doing?  I won't be home till
late again, probably.  Mark, can you give me the address to
the gym so I know where it is?"

     By the time Johnny finishes eating, he only has a half
an hour left before he has to head out to work.  He rushes
through his shower and he's dressed up and ready to go in
record time.  He could hear Colby already watching cartoons
downstairs before he leaving for leave for school, so he
makes his way across the other end of the hall to Josh's
bedroom to say his goodbyes when he heard people talking in
low voices.

     "But I actually want hair."  He could hear his oldest
son muttering.

     The door was slightly ajar, allowing Johnny to peek
into his son's room and hear everything without being seen.
He saw Johnny standing in his room naked except for curious
patches of white cream under his arm pits, his crotch, and
his navel.  Mark was still naked except for his boxers,
standing next to his son with a razor.

     "You don't have to rush it buddy.  You'll get there.
For now, this'll be better.  It'll look good, I promise.
The guys at the gym will like it."  Mark says as he shaves
the teen, starting with the pits and making his way down.

     "Really?"  Josh asks sceptically, his blush deepening
as Mark continues to touch him.

     "Definitely."  The man insists as he makes his way down
to shave the small treasure trail below Josh's navel before
turning his attention to his crotch.  "Now hold still."

     From his angle, Johnny could easily see Mark standing
next to his son, handling Josh's junk carefully as he shaves
in long, slow, strokes before rinsing the razor in a plastic
tub of water at their feet.  He could also see that Josh's
teen cock was quickly getting thicker and longer from Mark's
touch.  But Josh just blushed deeper but remained silent and
still while Mark stretched the teen's balls to shave the
hair there.  The whole process was quick, and in a few
minutes, Josh was hairless, save for his head, like the day
he was born.

     "Looks good."  Mark rumbles, running his hand down
Josh's body.

     "Really?"  Josh asks quietly.

     "Yeah."  Mark says with a smile before turning Josh
around to face his bedroom mirror.  "See?  You're so fucking
hot."

     Josh's blush deepened as Mark stood behind him, the
older man's hands travelling down his young, smooth body,
catching his pert, pink, nipples between his fingers and
pinching.

     "Mark."  Josh grunts as Mark pinches his nipples again.

     Mark ghosts his lips along the younger man's ear as he
whispers.  "What's that?"

     Josh is just breathing evenly as one of the older man's
large, rough, hands move down to grip his throbbing teen
cock.  Then in slow, long, even, strokes, Mark starts
jacking Josh's cock.

     "Daddy."  Josh says breathlessly as Mark continues to
slowly pump his cock.

     Mark's other hand starts to travel down the teen's
body, briefly giving his balls a quick squeeze, before
moving the hand behind the teen's ass and fingering his
hole.

     "See?  This feels better smooth."  Mark whispers
huskily in the teen's ear, so low that Johnny almost didn't
hear from where he stood.

     Johnny adjusts himself in his pants, enthralled by the
exhibition before him; his son panting in last as their
older neighbour jacks him off and fingers his teen hole.

      "When we have more time, I'll stretch you out, long
and slow.  Stretch you wide till you can take me in."  Mark
says huskily, 'causing the teen to groan as the older man
tightens his grip on his cock and being to pump harder and
faster.  "Then I'll make it so that you can't cum unless
there's a nice, big, cock shoved up your ass.  You want that
baby?"

      "Yes daddy."  The teen breathes out as he pumps his
cock through Mark's fist.

      Mark's pace quickens as his other hands tries to push
his finger deeper into Josh's tight, teen, hole, but settles
on just massaging the spot with his index finger when he
fails.  In no time at all, Josh is grunting out his release,
splattering the table and the mirror before them.  Mark then
fishes out his big, hard, cock, from his boxer briefs, bends
the teen over the table, and starts pumping his cock
furiously.  A few short seconds later, the older man is
blowing his load on the panting teen's ass and crack.
Mark's cum was plentiful, most of his seed shooting far and
beyond the bent over teen, splattering the mirror with his
cum.  Thick ropes of cum shoot out, aimed at Josh's ass,
coating the skin the older man's seed.  Mark rumbles his
approval at the sight, and slowly moves the cum across the
young man's skin, coating an index finger with his seed
before proceeding to slowly massage the teen's, red,
puckering hold with his cum covered finger.  The rest he
scoops up with his other hand, offering it to the teen, who
briefly looks at it, and then at Mark, before extending a
tongue to taste the thick, sticky, man juice before him.

      "All of it."  Mark rumbles.  "Yeah, that's it."

     Josh is lapping at the pool of thick cum on Mark's
palm, coating his tongue with the thick liquid.  Mark then
proceeds to scoop up more of his cum on the teen's ass and
back before shoving his fingers forcefully into the teen's
mouth.

     Johnny makes his way out before they finish, silently
crossing the hallway, careful not to make a noise.  Colby
jumps up and gives him a goodbye hug before he leaves the
door, and Johnny makes his way to his car dazedly.  He sits
in his car for a long moment, his cock hard and leaking
through his pants.