Date: Mon, 4 Jan 2016 05:36:34 +0000
From: Colton Henry <mr_clean145@hotmail.com>
Subject: My son and my friend part 4

Disclaimer: This is a work of complete fiction. The characters mentioned do
not exist and what you are about to read never happened. If sexual content
between minors and adults offends you, then leave now! You have been
warned.

Sorry for the multi-year hiatus! I have recently been put into a situation
where I can start writing again. I have still gotten e-mails from my
readers urging me to continue this story even after 3 years.

Feel free to e-mail me with any questions, comments, concerns or ideas. I
love hearing from all my readers! Enjoy!

I lay wide awake going over everything in my mind. Jack MacDonald, my best
friend, and my only son Dylan were madly in love and fucking behind
everyone's backs, except mine. I had also started to develop a sexual
relationship outside of the one with my wife with Jack's son Cody. We had
discovered each other's secrets and agreed to a 'son swap'.

My wife rolled over in her sleep as I thought about my new boy crush
Cody. It was one thing to adore a boy from across the street, it was
entirely another to have him actually want to have sexual relations with
you. I had dreamt about fucking a boy of my own for many years but the
reality of sinking your cock into the buttery warmth of a boy pussy is
something words cannot do justice. Cody was a work of art with his short
brown hair and athletic build. He was toned in his arms and legs and nearly
completely hairless. He did have sparse pubes he seemed very proud of. His
little cock stood at about 4 inches and his whitish purple head stood as
the crown of his perfect cock.

My wife routinely had to travel for work and was again leaving in the
morning. I hadn't been able to find some alone time with Cody for over two
weeks. We had exchanged glances whenever he was over but he also knew
nothing could happen. He had repeatedly asked me not to tell anyone of our
budding sexual adventures in hopes of not being outed at school. He didn't
seem to understand I definitely had a lot more to lose at telling the world
I was fucking a 13 year old boy god.

Dylan, my own son, frequented Mr. MacDonald's house every chance he
got. With Cody being on sports teams and he not having a wife,
Mr. MacDonald was always able to host my son's willing ass. I had sneaked
over a few times to watch them fuck like the first night I had witnessed my
son being taken by a man's cock. The risk of being caught by my wife or son
was not enough to deter me as I stood in the cold bushes watching the
mangling of bodies on the living room floor.

There was a special churn in my stomach watching my son like that. It was
almost like Jack was his father now and that Dylan was being taken away
from me. Dylan would even call Jack "Daddy" on command, something he was
training my son to do. It both excited and scared me and I loved it.

There were a couple times I swore Jack knew I was in the bushes. He would
almost seem to stare in my direction just as he would increase his fucking
of my son's ass just before he flooded it with his cum. Dylan would cry out
that he wanted his "daddy's" cum just as Jack grunted satisfyingly unloaded
into the young boy's pussy. I would race back to the house before my wife
realized I had left and waiting for my sweaty son to come back, one cum
load heavier.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Have fun today, I'll see you in a couple days" My wife said to me giving
me a kiss before she left for the airport.

Every year for Thanksgiving our town would put on the Thanksgiving Day
parade followed by a vendor street party with games and activities for all
ages. And like every year, we would go with the MacDonalds to watch and
participate in the festivities. Cody, Dylan, my daughter Emma,
Mr. MacDonald and myself all walked down to the park where we would watch
the parade. It had rained the night before and the winter's chill was in
the air. We had brought blankets and mats to sit on.

"So how's school, Cody" I asked my young lover trying to make
conversation. Cody was not one to call me 'daddy' and was trying hard to
comprehend the mix of emotions going through his 13 year old head. He was
athletic, popular and all the girls were after him. However, he would
squeal like the young boy slut he was as I sucked the tip of his dick, one
hand massaging his balls while the other probed his boy pussy with two
fingers. He wanted to keep up his straight persona but would time and time
come back to me to scratch that itch.

"It's fine" the boy replied. Outside of our play time, he treated me like
any boy would. To everyone else, I was just an old man and father to one of
his best friends.

Dylan, on the other hand, had Jack laughing as the two walked in stride a
few feet in front of me. Jack looked back me a few times as if to say with
his eyes "Thanks for bringing this boy god, my boy slut, into the
world". He wrapped his arm around my son and pulled him into a side hug as
the continued laughing down the street.

We found our spot and my daughter quickly found some her friends to run off
with. Cody sat down on the dry mat and quickly whipped out his phone. Dylan
and Jack sat down with Dylan sitting in Jack's lap. To the naked eye, this
would seem weird, but many people were cuddling on this dark, gloomy day to
keep warm. I sat by myself as Jack and Dylan threw a blanket over
themselves. The hill in the park was packed so I was confident Jack and
Dylan would be unable to stop in the public bathroom for a quickie. My
son's ass would be safe, at least for the afternoon.

The parade started with the usual firetrucks, homemade floats, and high
school marching bands. Everyone cheered and were having a great time. The
noise was deafening, but Cody hardly looked up from his phone the whole
time. I tried to make out some of his texts hoping I could catch him
sexting some girl, or better yet, some boy in his class. I looked over to
my left to make sure Jack and Dylan were doing ok.

Jack was leaning back allowing Cody to lay his back more on Jack's
chest. My son's head was resting on Jack's left shoulder and it seemed
almost like he was asleep. I kept my eyes on them as I slowly realized what
was happening. With the blanket draped over the two of them, it was
impossible to see anything but their heads. However, from the body
language, I knew that my son was getting fucked in the middle of this
crowd. No one else had seemed to notice as I was no longer watching the
parade my instead focused of my son's attempts to not scream out in
pleasure. Dylan was moving ever so slightly as he moved up and down fucking
his boy pussy on Jack's cock. My erection immediately grew in my pants
watching the two lovers in such a risky fuck fest.

Jack opened his eyes and looked to me on his right. He knew that I knew and
let out a devilish grin. He mouthed to me "so fucking good" as I continued
to gaze with my mouth slightly agape. Jack kept his eyes on me to whole
time while my son continued to play asleep and keep his eyes closed and
moans down. Dylan still did not know I knew he was a boy slut. Cody also
did not know his father was fucking his friend from across the street. His
gaze never broke and he was asserting his dominance over my son and it was
turning me on more than anything. He gave me a little nod and whispered
something into my son's ear. Dylan gave a slight nodding yes and I knew
Jack was coating my son's insides with his sperm.

Dylan slowed his movements as Jack's orgasm subsided. I turned my attention
back to the parade as the two lovers twisted and turned inside their shared
blanket pulling their pants back up. A few minutes later the familiar buzz
of my cellphone went off in my pants. I was surprised to see it was from
Jack seeing how he was only a few feet from me.

"I'm going to take your son back to my place. Take Cody back to yours and
get your dick wet. God knows you enjoyed that show. Your son is such a
slut!"

My heart started to beat faster as I looked over at Jack who winked. He and
Dylan were standing up watching the end of the parade float through around
the park. Emma, my daughter, came up and asked if she could go to her
friends for some hot chocolate. I gave Emma my blessing and a wave to her
friend's mother letting her know I was ok with it.

The four boys, myself, my son, Jack and Cody all started the walk back to
our street. Jack turned around and called back to his son, who had
perfected the art of walking and texting.

"Cody, I'm going to help Dylan with that science homework you've already
finished. Do you want to read quietly at the house or hang out with
Mr. Armstrong?" Jack asked his son.

"Erhm" started Cody looking back between his father and me. "I'll go with
Mr. Armstrong."

"Alright, have a good afternoon then and do everything he tells you." Jack
said ruffling his son's hair. He gave me a wink before walking over to his
house, my son nipping at his heels the whole way.

"You want something to drink or anything?" I asked the Cody. He was looking
unsure around the house knowing what my intentions were but trying to
understand his own.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do" I told the boy. It was
true, I didn't want him to think of me as a molester. I wanted him to think
of me as that someone special, his adult friend, who could help him get off
in ways the girls, or boys for that matter, in his class would not learn
for years to come. The truth was I was getting impatient waiting to once
again slip my dick inside his boy pussy. Jack was able to get all the boy
pussy he wanted from my son it seemed like. However, I was busy waiting for
weeks at a time for just the chance to suck him off.

"Maybe we could just play video games?" Cody suggested.

I sighed out of frustration but joined the boy on the couch as we fired up
the xbox. I kept stealing looks at Cody as we shot through another group of
aliens. He was mainly focused on the game but once or twice we made eye
contact and I was hoping he could read my mind through my looks. I was
mainly focused on the front of his pants hoping for an outline to appear
letting me know he was horny and much more likely to go along with my
plans.

When we had completed the mission he whipped his character around and shot
me several times in the head killing me instantly.

"There can only be one!" He cried.

"Hey!" I retorted. I leaned over pinning the younger boy under my
weight. He was giggling as I pinned his hands to the couch not letting him
escape. He continued to giggle and laugh and I joined in. I slowed my
laughing and began to look into Cody's eyes. His longer hair was partly in
his eyes but his cute nose and hairless face highlighted his smooth beige
lips begging to be kissed. Cody let out a few more giggles but eventually
went silent looking up at me. His hands were still pinned and he was not
resisting. My own erection was pressed into the boy's legs and I knew he
could feel it. It may have been my penis thinking for me, but I decided to
go for it and leaned in for a kiss.

Cody was caught off guard and kept his lips pursed as I tried to slip my
tongue into his mouth. However, knowing he wouldn't be able to get away,
Cody slowly relaxed into my kiss and accepted my tongue. Ecstasy shot
through my body as I made out with the young boy pinned below me. I
adjusted myself so I could feel if Cody was growing an erection. To my
delighted surprise, he was not growing but already fully erect and it was
pressing to be released from his pants. I broke my kiss with my sweet boy
and looked for a reaction. Cody smiled at me letting me know it was ok to
again take this boy to my marriage bed for a deep fuck.

"Come on, you" I said to Cody. I grabbed his erection through his jeans
causing the boy to moan. I pulled him up with one hand on his shoulder and
the other tugging on his cock. Cody was pulled up and I lifted him over one
shoulder. Cody once again began to laugh and we headed down the hallway. I
tickled the boy's ribs and I kept a tight hold of his ass cheeks. I threw
my prize boy on the sheets of my bed with Cody still laughing.

I jumped on the bed and crawled my way between his legs spreading them
apart with my arms before kneeling over the boy. Cody boy hormones were
taking over again and I knew he would be putty in my hands. My erection was
as hard as it had ever been since I was Cody's age. I took Cody's face in
my left hand and pressed my lips against his again. Inhaling the boy with
my mouth, Cody tried to kiss me back but his inexperience showed. However,
I was not here to simply kiss the boy. I was here to fuck the boy.

My right hand grabbed his erection again as it struggled to unzip his
pants. Unclasping the button, I sat up and pulled his jeans off his legs
along with his boxers. Cody lifted his ass to help and I immediately
followed suit by pulling off my shirt. I pulled Cody up to a sitting
position as well and pulled off his sweater and shirt. I pushed him back
down looking down at my boy god. His abs were showing signs of a six pack
and his tanned golden skin was completely smooth to the touch. He looked up
at me waiting for my next move. With only his tube socks dangling on his
feet, I skidded down and plunged my face into his boy cock.

"MMM!" Cody moaned. He grabbed my head and pushed me down onto his
cock. The taste was just as I remembered. His tight shaft and pink head
were salty and smooth as I ran my tongue up and down. He easily fit inside
my mouth. The taste of precum filled my mouth and Cody began to fuck
himself up from the bed inside my mouth. His humps were gentle at first but
then began to pick up pace. I kept my head still as the 13 year old used my
mouth for his pleasure. I closed my eyes and let myself experience the
virility of my growing boy.

I remembered I needed to take my time with Cody. Once you get a boy horny
enough he will do almost anything you tell him as long as you promise he'll
get to cum. However, Cody was like most boys and if I just whipped out my
cock and tried to fuck him he would turn and run. I placed my hands on
Cody's cool, bare hips undulating up and down forcing his cock back and
forth inside my mouth. I listened careful through his moans and 'fuck
yeahs' for the subtle increased and shortened breaths which would
indicating he was close to filling my mouth. I had no objection to tasting
boy cum straight from the tap, but my cock needed some attention too.

At last, Cody's body was tensing up ready to spew its load on my tongue. I
pulled my head off of his grip and smacked my lips. Cody shot a look up
from his propped up pillows wondering what I was doing.

"I was so close Mr. Armstrong! Please" He pleaded trying to push my head
back down. I was too strong for the boy and came back into a kneeling
position.

"You can cum, Cody, but you have to do something for me too." I told the
boy breathing heavily below me. My saliva dripped all the way down his
shaft. He tried to touch his tender cock but I easily held his hands
away. I was stroking my cock with his legs spread out before me. The boy
was a feast for the eyes and I was starving. Cody sighed knowing his place
and knowing he was going to have to accept my cock inside his boypussy if
he wanted to cum.

I leaned over and retrieved the KY jelly my wife and I used to spice up our
sexual games. I poured a generous glop on my cock and used my other hand to
slowly probe his hole with my fingers. Cody again reached for his boy cock
but I smacked it away again.

"Don't touch that again!" I surprised even myself at sounding so
authoritarian with my boy. However, I could not have him cum and lose his
interest in my cock. Cody understood the message and resigned to not
touching his cock again. I inserted another finger into Cody and he began
to mewl throwing his head to the side. He threw his arm over his face
covering up his contorted face of pain and pleasure. Finally, once I
figured 3 fingers were moving in and out of his boypussy with enough ease,
I remove my fingers and scooted up to line up my cock with his gaping
sphincter.

"Push out like before, Cody" I told the boy. I steadied myself with one
hand on his chest and the other guiding my cock into its docking bay. Cody
did what he was told and I threw my head back in pleasure as the buttery
warmth engulfed my dick. I continued to press forward until the base of my
cock pressed against Cody's balls dangling down in front on his now flaccid
dick. I took the deflated piece of meat in my fingers and began to rub it
back to its full hardness.

Cody's hands grasped at the bedsheets as I pulled back and began the
assault on his ass. I began slow bringing it back so that just my purple
head remained clenched by his ass. However, I began to pick up the pace and
putting more of my weight on the boy as his ass adjusted to my size. Cody's
own dick was at full hardness again as I jerked him off at the same pace as
my own strokes. Cody wriggled underneath me as his dick and prostate
overwhelmed his brain with pleasure. I had to slightly pin the boy down so
that he would not get away. This also allowed me to fuck the mewling boy
harder as he could not get away.

"Fuck yeah, Cody!" I screamed at the boy below me. I lifted his legs and
threw them over my shoulders and really began to start pummeling the boy
with my cock.

I felt my balls swirl and churn getting ready to breed my boys hole with
sperm. Cody was moaning like a whore trying to hold onto any of my flesh
and get me to slow down. However, I was beyond the point of slowing down. I
closed my eyes one last time but felt a warm, thick liquid oozing over my
fingers rubbing Cody's cock.

"Uh, fuck!" Cody moaned biting his forearm to keep from screaming in
pleasure. His dick continued to spew cum as I felt his asshole clamp down
on my cock with each shot. This sent me over the edge as I slowed down and
buried my cock to the hilt and became to deposit my seed inside Cody's ass.

I leaned over my fuck boy and moved his arm, still draped over his face,
out of my way. I kissed Cody a loving, tender kiss while my cock continued
to drain itself inside the small boy.

"Thanks, Cody, that was great." I told the young boy reassuring him that we
had done nothing wrong. Boys coming down from their sexual highs quickly
come to the senses about what they just did and often feel guilt,
especially with a grown man's cock softening inside them.

Cody, however, looked up at me and smiled.

"Thanks, Mr. Armstrong, that was really intense."

I smiled back and rolled off Cody laying down beside him.

"So does that mean you want a round two?" I asked laughing.

However, Cody did not have a chance to answer and my laughter turned to
dread as a small voice sounded from the doorway.

"Dad?! Cody?! What the hell?!?!" My son's voice shrieked. I shot up and
looked at my son, Dylan and Mr. MacDonald standing in the doorway. Dylan's
face was mortified while Mr. Armstrong's face had a wide grin with his hand
around Dylan's shoulders.

"Looks like we have some explaining to do, Chris.



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