Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 07:45:55 -0700
From: Marc Barr <machofocker@hotmail.com>
Subject: Johnny Suburb Chapter 3
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).
Louis - Johnny's 17 year old, think all American boy,
teenaged office intern / stress release.
The following has not been edited. AT ALL. 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 (or
random paragraphs that don't make sense because, as it turns
out, they were a part of a series of abandoned and deleted
written parts but I forgot to take them out of the final
copy). If I mix up some tenses, 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, admittedly filthy,
imagination. Comments, questions, concerns, hate mail, send
the email at machofocker@hotmail.com
This chapter contains sexual activities between minors and
adults.
Enjoy!
Chapter 3
The next few weeks passes by with relative silence.
Johnny's work load was still plentiful, keeping him busy and
far too stressed. Annie still worked the evening shifts,
coming home early in the morning. She makes the effort to
stay up to see her children off for school before heading to
bed. But all in all this meant that their sons spent far
more time with Mark as opposed to their own parents as of
late. But then again, Johnny was far too busy to give it
much thought. The further along the company's big project
got, the more the pressure intensified. Two of his co-
workers had been let go for apparent incompetence, shifting
their work load to the rest of the group. This meant longer
nights for Johnny, not being able to come home himself until
past midnight for the last week.
The only way Johnny found it in himself to manage the
growing pressure at work was his opportunities to release
some of that load onto Louis. The teenager helped him in
ways that Johnny suspected the teen probably didn't know.
Their quick forays to isolated corners, dark spots away from
prying eyes and surveillance cameras, helped relieve the
stress that had been building up in the older man. Johnny
credits his time spent fucking his cock into the teen's
mouth, or rutting against each other in stairwells, or quick
hand jobs in bathroom stalls as the reason why he was able
to do his work well and avoid the ire of the higher ups.
But their sessions never expanded beyond hand jobs and
mutual oral sex. There never was enough time to do anything
further, but everything they were doing was enough. Johnny
was grateful an outlet to relieve some stress.
The handful of conversations he had with his children
were during the small window of time they had with each
other in the mornings. More often than not, Mark joined
them, having took it upon himself to sleep in Colby's room
with him at night. Johnny had not taken much time to think
about that little aspect in their lives. A part of him was
wary about the consequences of allowing Mark's brand of
fraternization with young Colby to continue. But another
part of him, the part that he wilfully ignores at times, or
causes him to pump his cock frantically during his morning
showers at others, found Colby's attachment to Mark to be
profoundly intriguing.
Sometimes during the mornings, when Johnny comes
downstairs, he finds Colby settled on top of Mark's lap
while watching his morning cartoons. Both of them are half
naked, with his youngest son leaning back against the older
man's chest. Mark always has his arms around Colby, his
big, hairy, hands caressing the boy's smooth, milky, skin.
Mark's relationship with Josh was something else
entirely. Although Johnny had not seen anymore activity
between the older man and the teen, he had heard it. Coming
home late one night, Johnny stumbled his way upstairs in the
dark, exhausted from the workday. As he reached his bedroom
door, he heard the telltale sounds of muffled voices,
grunting and gasping. He silently makes his way down the
dark hall towards the sound until he found himself leaning
forward to press an ear against his older son's closed
bedroom door.
In the dark, Johnny listened to noises of heavy grunts,
deep breathes, and the occasional whine.
"You like that baby?" Johnny made out Mark's muffled
voice.
"Yes, daddy! Please." Came Josh's strained voice on
the other side of the wood.
Johnny slowly stepped back and made his way to his
bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind him. He undressed
quickly that night and frantically stroked his cock on the
thought that at the end of the hall, his teenaged son was
being pounded by Mark's cock. Sleep came before the tell-
tale post-orgasm guilt could come.
It was another few days before Johnny found sufficient
time to appear in another video appearance on Mark's
website. But due to Johnny's hectic schedule, the video had
to be done during an extended lunch hour. No one would
complain, considering the hours Johnny had invested at work.
Johnny was at Mark's studio, waiting for his new co-
star to appear.
"Who is it?" Johnny asks while Mark fiddled with the
cameras he would be using.
"It's a surprise." Mark replied vaguely. "It's not
Ben, if that's what you're asking."
"It wasn't." Johnny insisted a bit too quickly, making
the other man smirk.
They lapsed into silence for a few minutes, with Johnny
just watching Mark work on his camera. Johnny took the time
to study the other man then, taking care to pay more
attention than the first time he had seen the man. Johnny
saw the man as someone who was so unlike himself, having
dark hair as opposed to Johnny's red, taller, wider chest,
and much, much, hairier than his person. Even now Johnny
saw black tufts of hair peeking out from under the collar of
Mark's shirt. Johnny couldn't help but wander what his
children saw when they looked upon the man.
"How are the kids?" Johnny asked suddenly, surprising
himself. The man knew that there had formed some sort of
unspoken rule regarding Mark's relationship with his
children. At least, that was the case in Johnny's mind.
Mark glanced at Johnny briefly before returning his
attention to the machine in his hands. "They've been good.
They've been behaving, if that's what your asking."
"No problems?"
Mark just shook his head. "They're good kids Johnny,
you should be proud."
"I am." Johnny responded with conviction.
"Football tryouts are coming up in a couple of weeks."
Mark said suddenly, putting down the camera to turn his full
attention at Johnny.
"Really? Is Josh interested?" Johnny asked curiously,
slightly pissed at himself at not knowing the answer.
"Yep. He's got real potential. Me and the guys at the
gym have been helping him out." Mark said, his face
passive.
"In what way?"
"Oh, you know," Mark made a circling motion with his
hand, "this and that. Working on his fundamentals. Making
sure he's familiar with common plays. Helping him sculpt an
athlete's body. The guys are pretty hands on in Josh's
education. Helping him with his diet."
"Diet?" Johnny asked curiously. "He's been on a
diet?"
"Well, just making sure he got enough protein. Growing
boy like himself needs it." Mark said with a smile.
Johnny just nodded, not quite sure he understood the
implication of the other man's words. "You mentioned some
guys helping him out?"
"The guys at the gym. They're real fond of my boys
here." Mark explained as he fished out his cell phone out
of his pants. He fiddled with it quickly for a few seconds
before showing Johnny a picture on the screen. "And the
boys are real fond of them."
It was a group picture showing large, well muscled
men, and Johnny's two children, huddled together for a group
photo. There were nine men total in the picture, including
Mark, each one varying in look and mass. A handful of the
men were similar to Mark's body type; large, barrelled
chests, some with large guts instead of abs, but with large
biceps and well defined pecs. Others seemed more athletic
and were much slimmer than the others. They had the typical
build of a well defined marine. All of them were far older
than Johnny's children. There were a few, large, thick,
black men with shaved heads. A handful of bearded white men
of varying states of hair growth, one with a thick, black
beard speckled with white.
One tall man had dark, brown skin. He had a prominent,
angled, nose and short, spiked, hair. He had a trimmed,
black, beard and a wide smile with shockingly white teeth.
The man drew Johnny's attention particularly because he had
Colby, smiling wildly, engulfed in his thick, hairy, arms.
Beside them stood a tall man with a shaved head, the pale
skin from his right pec all the way along his right arm was
covered in intricate tattoos. Most of the men in the
picture sported tattoos in one or another, but this man had
more than the others. Even in the tiny picture, Johnny
could tell just how elaborate and colourful they all seemed
to be. He was flexing his arms, emphasizing the muscles on
his shoulders, biceps and chest.
"The guy holding Colby is Jal. The guy with the
tattoos is Alexei." Mark replied, as if he had read
Johnny's mind. "Jal, Alexei and Colby are pretty close
actually."
"How's Colby at the gym?" Johnny asked breathlessly
as Mark pulled back his phone.
"Pretty good. We have him do his homework out back,
you know, make sure he keeps up. One or more of the guys
usually help him out. But when he finishes, and Josh is
still working out, the other guys usually keep him
entertained. Actually more often than not, it's the other
way around." Mark explained calmly.
"What do you mean?"
Mark's studies Johnny quietly for a minute, before
letting out a heavy breathe and stretching. "Oh you know
how kid's Colby's age are like. Always so curious about
everything. They have plenty of questions about the world,
about guys. He's fascinated by Jal, Alexei, Gabby, and Tony
though. Real fascinated. I'm guessing he hasn't seen a lot
of guys like them before."
"Gabby and Tony?" Johnny asked, even if he had an idea
about the answer to his question.
"Yeah, the two big, black guys in the picture." Mark
said just as a buzzer sounded in the room. Mark gets up and
motions Johnny with his head. "Show time buddy. Let's go.
Come see your surprise."
Mark lead Johnny to a spacious room in the studio with
a large Queen sized bed set beside the large, loft style
windows. Johnny was instructed to wait on the bed as Mark
fetched the late comer. Three different cameras were
positioned around the bed, and Johnny knew that Mark himself
would been moving about with a handheld to capture other
angles himself.
Johnny hopped onto the bed and lay down, his arms
spread wide, relishing the cool, unused feeling of the
fabric against his exposed arms. He closed his eyes for
just a moment, a moment that undoubtedly led to thoughts
about this particular direction in his life. Over a month
ago, Johnny would have never pictured himself realizing his
fantasies, being a player in this particular situation,
doing the things he had done, and having, apparently,
brought his children along with him for the ride. He
couldn't help but wonder just what kind of man he was.
"Hi." A soft voice greeted him, pulling Johnny out of
his reverie. "You're Johnny right?"
He startles at the voice and moves himself up to a
sitting position to come face to face with an thin,
effeminate looking, young man. He look young, with a smooth
flawless face and a crooked grin. He had dark brown,
mischievous eyes that were partially hidden behind curly,
black, bangs. He was cute. That was all there was too it.
He could fit easily in those teen magazines that Johnny had
seen that featured teenaged pop artists. The teen had a
sharp jaw and a tall, but slight, build. He was shorter
than Johnny though, that much the man could see. At the
corner of his, Johnny could see that Mark was already
filming with his handheld camera.
Johnny held out his hand and smiled. "Hi, yeah. And
you are?"
"Chris." The boy laughed, moving to sit beside Johnny
on the bed, slightly angling his body to face the older man.
"Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too." Johnny said with a smile, his
eyes roving down the young man's body. "Um, gee, you look
pretty young. No offense."
But the boy just laughed, throwing his head back as if
it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. Johnny
couldn't help but wonder just how much of it was an act.
"I get that a lot. I actually just turned eighteen a
couple of months ago." The teen said earnestly.
"Fuck." Johnny said, running a hand through his hair.
"I could be your dad."
"I sure as hell wouldn't mind if you were." The teen
said heatedly, surprising Johnny.
Chris then moved closer to Johnny until they were
touching hip to hip. The young man then brought his hand to
caress the older man's thigh, his eyes demurely looking
down. Johnny could practically feel the blush travelling up
his neck and onto his cheeks. Slowly, he tilted the teen's
face up with a hand and leaned in for a kiss, just a quick,
soft, peck on the lips. The teen smiled at the tenderness
of it before moving forward to eagerly recapture the older
man's lips.
They began to kiss deeply, lips smacking as their
tongues slowly, but surely, began their eager dance by
caressing the tips of their mouths, slowly teasing their way
inside. Johnny grips the young man's flushed neck,
relishing in the heat of his skin, as his other hand slowly
made their way down the younger man's slight body. Johnny
began to press himself forward, forcing Chris to slowly lean
back until he was on his back on the bed, with Johnny
pressing down his weight on top of him. Chris moaned as he
felt Johnny's body on top of his, growing harder as their
pelvises rub against one another.
Johnny un-tucks the teen's shirt before tucking his
hand underneath the fabric to feel the silky smooth skin
with his fingers. Chris moves his legs apart until they
were positioned on either side of Johnny's hips. He then
moved to grip the older man's waist and pulls him tighter
against his crotch. Johnny grinds down onto the sensation
as he moves his ministrations onto the younger man's neck,
trailing kisses across his skin before taking little playful
licks at the young man's collar bone.
Very quickly, clothes are taken off and the two are
left to writhe on the bed with nothing between them,
pressing skin to skin, heat to heat, hardness to hardness.
Johnny captures one of Chris' perk cherry nipples in his
mouth and sucks, licks, and playfully bites at it, eliciting
lustful groans from the young man. He runs his large hands
across the teen's smooth, pale, hips as he jerks his pelvis
forward until both of their member rubbed against each
other. Johnny could feel the wetness between them, pre-cum
painting their hips together. He reaches between them and
grips his cock and nestles it between Chris' pert, round,
ass. The head of Johnny's cock playfully catches at the rim
of the teen's hole as Johnny slowly grinds his pelvis down
in even strokes, all the while jerking the young man's thin
cock in one of his hands.
Johnny trails soft kisses up the teens chest, up his
neck, and captures his lips eagerly as he continues his
movements, the tip of his cock occasionally, and
wonderfully, briefly catching the rim of the young man's
hole. Chris moans into his mouth, and Johnny returns the
sound with a deep, husky, rumble of his own.
"Fuck me." Chris moans breathlessly in his ear.
"Please. I want your cock in me."
Johnny's breathe hitches in his throat as he moves to
look down at the face of the flushed teen.
"You want that?" Johnny asks huskily. "You want my
cock in you?"
"Yes." Chris replies with wide, blown, eyes. "Fuck
me, please."
Lube is produced seemingly out of thin air, slicking
up Johnny's fingers. He trails his fingers down, against
the young man's hole, feeling the warmth against his skin.
Slowly, Johnny presses in his middle finger, causing the
young man to jerk his hips up with a hitched moan. His
finger easily sinks in to the hilt, engulfed quickly in
tight, wet, heat. Johnny is slowly, and evenly, pumping his
middle finger into the teen as he moves down to recapture
one of Chris' perk, pink, nipples in his teeth.
The teen's groans grow louder as Johnny sucks harder
and slowly presses another finger into his tight heat.
Johnny was lost in the lustful daze in the moment, bits and
pieces of memories leaking through that reminded him of the
last time he had his finger inside another human being when
he was younger, specifically inside someone's ass. He
angles his fingers up as he shoves them forward, looking for
that spot that pulled the wonderful moan like from his
distant memories. Johnny couldn't help but smile as Chris
groans when he, apparently, finds the right spot, echoing
the distant memory of a girl making the very same sound when
he first did it.
Johnny doesn't know how long they were at it, but by
the time Johnny had managed to fit three of his fingers into
the young man, Chris was already a writhing mess on the bed.
Johnny couldn't help but briefly think of a puppet and its
master, the master's hand making the puppet dance with a
twitch of his appendages. Every shift of his fingers into
the young man causes Chris to jerk on the bed or grip the
bed sheets tightly in his fists. It doesn't take very long
for the teen to plead once again for Johnny's cock.
He was all too happy to oblige.
Keeping in mind the right angle for the camera, Johnny
lifts the teen's legs, exposing his ass in the air. Johnny
lines up his throbbing, wet, cock against the teen's red,
puckering, hole, briefly aware of Mark's presence as the man
moves in for a close up. Johnny hesitates for a minute,
lingering the tip of his dick against the slick entrance,
shifting the teen's legs onto his shoulders before holding
down Chris' hips whenever he bucks up trying to meet
Johnny's hard cock. Then angling his knees to make sure the
camera could capture the moment, Johnny slowly pushes in. A
rumbling groan escapes his lips as his dick is engulfed in
tight, wet, heat. It takes a significant amount of self
control on his part to stop from shoving his cock all the
way to the hilt. The process is painfully slow, Johnny
keeping it in mind to let the teen below him adjust to the
intrusion piercing his body.
But Chris' face look anything but in pain. Sweat beads
his forehead, matting down clumps of long, curly hair on his
skin. He's taking quick, shallow breathes through upturned
lips that curl into a smile, his eyes shut in seeming
ecstasy. The teen's thin cock is still rock hard and
leaking a steady bead of pre cum on his pale, smooth, belly,
curiously pooling into his belly button. Chris is clutching
huge swaths of the bed covers in his hand as Johnny slowly
shoves more of his cock forward, both too engrossed in the
sensation to vocalize what they felt.
Too soon, or too long, both unaware of how much time
was passing them by, Johnny's balls meets the smooth skin of
Chris' ass. Johnny takes a few moments to breath and wipe
sweat off his brow before withdrawing his cock and shoving
it back in. He sets an even pace, pumping his cock in and
out of the teen's upturned ass. He sets his hands into
fists and uses them to leverage himself further up into an
angle, using his shoulders to lift Chris' ass and legs
higher up into the air, before quickening his pace. Chris
lets out mewling moans every time Johnny drives in to the
hilt, his hands frantically flailing on the bedcovers
seeking some form of leverage as the force of Johnny's
fucking starts to move him across the bed. Then just when
he's about to fall, Johnny moves his right hand to pull the
young man back before moving to hold Chris down with a hand
on his neck. Not tightly, just enough pressure to keep the
young man down. Chris seems to like the sensation, moving
his own hands atop Johnny's and tightens his own, long,
thing, fingers against Johnny's grip as if he had wanted the
older man to grip him tighter. Johnny happily obliges.
Johnny seems like a man possessed, looking down at the
teen below him with intense eyes, studying the lust that
contorts the younger man's face every time he fucks his way
into his body. His pace gets faster, harsher, and harder as
a pleasant pressure slowly begins to fill in his groin.
He's close, and all his muscles begin to shake in
anticipation.
Chris' release comes shortly before his, the younger
man's cock twitching before shooting bursts of cum that
paints both of their bodies. A quick thought passes through
Johnny's mind, wondering where he should come. Distantly
he's aware that perhaps he should pull out, to try and
emulate the money shots he's seen in porn. But instinct
drives him forward, his lust overwhelming his senses. The
heat is pleasing, the tightness clutches at him, holds him
tight and yearning to pound deeper, harder, faster. His
pace becomes increasingly erratic before he's grunting out
his release, driving his cock as deep as he can manage into
the young man's ass, shooting his seed deep into his bowels.
Johnny crumples forward, on top of Chris' sweat soaked, cum
painted, body. Absently, Johnny moves his nose along the
teen's smooth cheek before laying soft kisses on the skin.
When their mouths meet, they kiss tiredly, slowly, tenderly.
Johnny takes a few moments to just relish having the
slighter teen below him, engulfing him into his arms.
Sometime later, when both have cleaned up and Chris had
left, Mark compliments Johnny on a job well done.
"Best one yet." He says, making Johnny's chest fill up
with pride.
By the time he makes it back to work, Louis had already
arrived. They greet each other in an isolated stairwell,
not taking things further than gentle kisses. Johnny had
confessed to the teen where he had been and why he felt
drained, but sated. Louis just smiled eagerly and conveyed
his excitement of a new video.
"Why do you do it?" The seventeen year old suddenly
asks, taking Johnny aback.
Johnny takes a moment to think, letting the question
run through his mind, looking for the right words to convey
the complicated collection of thoughts and feelings that led
him to do the things he did.
"Would you believe me if I said it was cathartic?"
Johnny said seriously. "It's just... I like the simplicity
of surrendering to my desires. One day I decided that
repression sucks and that I needed to do something about
it."
"So you went into porn?" Louis asks. Johnny couldn't
detect any malice in the teen's words, just genuine
curiosity.
"Carp‚ fucking diem." Johnny said with a laugh before
leaning forward to capture the teen's mouth with another
kiss.
Johnny comes home fairly early one day to a relatively
normal household. It had been a rare occasion of late for
him to be able to come home before five, and he was quite
glad of it. His children were at home by the time he
arrived, Josh doing his homework upstairs while Colby was
watching TV in the living room. Mark was busy working on
his laptop on the couch. Johnny's youngest son greets him
with a happy exclamation and a hug before returning to his
program.
"We picked up some pizzas on the way here. Josh is
upstairs studying for a math test. Colby finished his
homework half an hour ago." Mark explained without
bothering to look away from his laptop.
"Thanks, I appreciate it." Johnny says gratefully
before going to the fridge to fetch a couple of beers,
handing one to Mark when he made his way back to the living
room. "What are you working on?"
"Just chatting with some friends." Mark said absently,
eyes still focused on the screen as his fingers moved
frantically on the keyboard. "I'm actually setting up a
barbecue for this Saturday. Think you, Annie, and the kids
can come by?"
Johnny nods after taking a long sip of his drink.
"I'll run it by her. I've been hoping she takes a day off
sometime soon. They've been working her to the bone
lately."
"You and her both." Mark replied, looking up from his
laptop. "You look worn out."
Johnny just nods tiredly, leaning back on the couch.
"Project this size usually take a couple of months, with a
lot of overtime invested in it. Before Annie and I were
able to shift our schedules to accommodate the other's
persons work schedule and the kids, but ever since she got
that promotion, it's just been difficult."
"No, I get it. Being a nurse isn't easy." Mark said
with a nod before levelling a smirk at Johnny's direction.
"But you've got your stress relief, don't you?"
"Yeah, I do." Johnny blushes before hiding behind a
swig of his beer.
It's not until the next morning that Johnny is able to
talk to his wife about Mark's invitation, and Annie happily
agrees.
"Oh god, yes. I really need it." Annie says tiredly
as they saw their children off to school. "Cross your
fingers that nothing comes up."
It was on a busy Wednesday afternoon that Johnny
received a call from Mark. Fishing out his cell phone
underneath a deluge of paperwork, Johnny takes up the call
with less patience than he would have liked.
"Yeah?" He answers the call with more bite than he had
intended.
"Hey Johnny, it's Mark. Sorry to give you a call, I
know you're busy, but something came up at work and I won't
be able to pick up the kids this afternoon or watch them
this evening." Mark explained, seemingly in a rush himself.
"Any chance you'd be able to leave early to pick 'em up
yourself?"
"Damn, no I can't." Johnny curses, pressing the bridge
of his nose with his fingers. "I'm swamped with work, it's
going to be a late night again tonight. I don't really know
when I'll be getting home."
Johnny excuses himself briefly as his secretary walks
into the room, placing more file folders on his desk with a
contrite look on his face.
"Seriously Laura?" Johnny complains, tiredly motioning
to the mountain of paperwork before him.
"Well, another one bites the dust. Jason just got let
go. His work load's shifting to everyone else." She says
with a shrug before walking out.
Johnny sighs dejectedly before returning to the phone.
"Listen Mark, I don't know what to tell ya. I can probably
get back by nine at the earliest, but not before that. I'll
call the sitter we used to use before you, she might be
available at the last minute."
"Well, I actually know someone if that doesn't pan out.
He's watched Colby before at the gym, they get along real
well, you know?" Mark offers, with a hint of something in
his voice that Johnny doesn't catch, too busy trying to stop
a pile of papers from slipping off his desk.
"I'm going to try the sitter first, we'll call that
plan B. Listen, I gotta go. I'll call you back if it
doesn't pan out, alright?" Johnny says quickly, impatiently
waiting for Mark's response before hanging up the phone.
He quickly searches through his contacts, looking for
the regular student sitter they had hired before Mark's
arrival. Reaching the sitter's mother, she informs Johnny
that her daughter was currently across the country visiting
her grandmother. She gave Johnny another name to consider,
but that contact ends up already having prior engagements
set up for the night to be able to accommodate Johnny's
need. In less than five minutes, he's calling Mark back
agreeing to his plan.
"It's Alexei." Mark informs him.
"Is he good with kids?" Johnny asks absentmindedly
while he signs several documents before handing them back to
his secretary. "You said he gets along well with Colby?"
"Oh yeah. Definitely." Mark says with gravity.
"You've seen him, I showed you a picture. He's the guy with
the shaved head, ear piercings, and the tats in that group
pic, remember?"
The description takes Johnny aback, remembering the
tattooed man from the picture. Despite himself, his cock
hardens in his pants.
"Yeah, I remember." Johnny says quietly as he
readjusts his hardening cock in his slacks.
"Colby's just fascinated with his body you know." Mark
explains, his voice husky. "Alexei's not as ripped as the
other guys in the gym, but he looks good. Colby likes
looking at all of his tattoos. Like how he smells too."
"Does he?" Johnny asks curiously, his voice distant
even to his ears.
"Oh yeah." Mark insists. "Colby's favourites are his
daddy Jal and Alexei, next to me of course."
"Daddy?" Johnny asks quietly, stroking his hard cock
through his pants. He cusses under his breathe at the fact
that he was getting turned on by the thought of his youngest
son with other men.
Mark doesn't say anything for a long while, that for a
moment Johnny thinks he may have missed Mark saying
something.
"I'm sorry?" Johnny asks.
"I don't think you are." Mark chuckles on the other
line. "They'll be at my house. Be there whenever, Colby
will be with Alexei. Josh is gonna be with me. Don't know
when we'll be back though, so don't wait up."
"It's a school night." Johnny mumbles into the phone,
unable to help himself.
"Josh can take it. See ya." Mark says before hanging
up, leaving Johnny listening to the distant sound of a dial
tone, one hand absently stroking his hard cock.
Johnny's workload temporarily forces his conversation
with Mark from his mind. He spends hours buried in paper
work, hardly noticing the sea of bodies that come and go
throughout his office, adding or taking work from the pile
on his desk. For a long moment, Johnny feels like Sisyphus,
pushing that boulder up that hill. So it comes as a
surprise when he finds himself signing the last piece of
contract for the night.
"Tell me there's nothing else, I beg of you Laura."
Johnny pleads, running a hand through his sweaty hair.
Johnny's secretary looks as worn out as Johnny feels.
Her hair is slightly ruffled from the tight bun it once was,
her make up's faded in places, while her blouse has a few
top buttons undone in a desperate effort to keep her cool.
She's leaning back against the chair in his office, her eyes
red from fatigue.
"No. Nope. None. Nada. We're done! Goodnight!"
She says to the sky before pushing herself up and staggering
out of the door.
Johnny was all too happy to follow.
The drive home was an ordeal. More than once Johnny
finds himself struggling to keep his eyes open, and was
thankful for the relatively empty road. He breathes a sigh
of relief when he finally parks his car in his driveway by
half past nine in the evening.
The only light he sees in the homes before him is a dim
bedroom light on the second floor of Mark's home. He walks
half heartedly towards Mark's door, fishing the spare key he
had been given, before making his way inside. The first
floor landing and living room was dark, save for the distant
tall, standing lamp at the far end of the dining room. A
dim orange light spills out from the second floor,
illuminating the stairs. In the distance, he hears the
telltale sounds of mewling and grunts.
Leaving his shoes and briefcase at the foyer, Johnny
slowly makes his way up the stairs, his ears straining to
catch more of the sound. The moaning and the squeaking of
moving furniture grows louder the closer he gets to the top,
his palms sweaty against the wooden banister.
"Uh, uh, mmm..." A high pitched moaning voice echoes
through the halls, followed by the rhythmic slapping of
skin.
Upon reaching the top, Johnny slowly moves towards the
source of the dim light, an open doorway at the far end of
the second floor hall. The sounds of a moaning boy and the
deep, guttural, sounds of a grunting man grew clearer the
closer he got. Peeking into the doorway he finds Colby
naked and on all fours on top of a king sized bed, his face
buried into the black blankets, while a muscular tattooed
man fucks into him from behind. Johnny is mesmerized,
watching quietly as his son writhes and clutches at the
covers tighter while the man behind him continues to piston
his cock into Colby's ass. At one point Alexei is fucking
into the boy with such frenzy, his eyes shut in ecstasy,
that his cock pops out of the young boy's ass, giving Johnny
a good, hard, look at the man's respectable tool. Johnny is
astonished to see that Alexei's cock reaches his navel, a
respectably large uncut piece of meat with the hood pulled
down, exposing an angry, purple head.
The withdrawal of his cock from Colby's wet heat pulls
him out of his motion, and he looks down to guide his tool
back into the boy's ass. The act of it causes the man to
look up and straight into Johnny's eyes. For a moment, he's
frozen with surprise. But upon seeing that Johnny made no
move to stop him, as well as that his hand was slowly
stroking a respectable bulge in the man's trousers, Alexei
smirks cockily as he drives his cock back into Colby's eyes,
all the while maintaining his gaze on Johnny's eyes.
Like a man possessed, Johnny fishes his cock out of his
pants and starts jacking it with his fists as Alexei
continues to pump into his son. Alexei moves one hand to
grip Colby's neck, eyes still trained on Johnny, griping the
boy securely before increasing his pace, causing Colby's
high pitched moans to grow louder.
"Oh yeah, baby. You're good, you're so good." Alexei
rumbles deeply, that cocky smirk still on his face as he
fucks into the boy while watching the father stroke his cock
at the scene.
Johnny steps further back into the shadows as his son
suddenly lifts his head, all the while still maintaining his
view of the action in the dimly lit bedroom. Colby has his
eyes closed, his mouth hanging open in an adorable 'o'. His
whole body is flushed pink, and his thin arms tremble every
time Alexei drives his cock forward, deeper into his bowel.
Alexei then leans forward, all the while maintaining the
pace of his fucking, turns Colby's face with one hand to
capture his mouth into a filthy, tongue filled kiss.
Alexei's rhythm appears to grow erratic, his grunts
and moans quickening as much as his pace, and Johnny knows
the man is close to the edge. Johnny in turn starts to pump
his cock faster, suddenly filled with the desire to empty
himself alongside the man inside his son. Johnny knows when
it happens. Alexei pushes his hips forward, grinding down
on Colby's ass against the bed sheets, his body trembling
with his release. Johnny stifles a moan as he shoots his
release onto the carpet, watching as his son is bred by the
man before him.
Colby, eyes still closed, rests his head against the
bed as he lets out a satisfied moan. Alexei continues to
grind his pelvis against the boy's ass as he turns his
attention back on Johnny, giving the man a self satisfied
grin. Alexei leans down and obscenely licks a path across
Colby's shoulder bone before kissing his son's neck. The
muscular tattooed man moves his body so most of it covers
Colby's small, pale, frame. Alexei blows Johnny a kiss
before settling down to nestle his face against Colby's
sweaty neck.
Johnny makes his way downstairs as quietly as he can,
his hands still wet and sticky from his release, his heart
heavy from a mixture of heady lust and lingering guilt.
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A big shout out and thank you to all those who emailed me
with encouragements. Thanks, I appreciate it. I gotta say,
I get off on you guys getting off on this.
Trivia: I was torn in the end about whether or not to have
Jal or Alexei in bed with Colby. Or maybe both. I chose
Alexei because he's a filthier guy in my mind.
I apologize to the ones who can't get into the story or
don't like the direction it's taking.
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