Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2005 12:32:09 -0800 (PST) From: Mike Subject: My Son's Friend Mark chapter 1 DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy embracing his sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and an adult male... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. Copyright 2005 Mike, All Rights Reserved. My Son's Friend Mark Chapter 1 Mark is my son Shawn's best friend. They've known each other for as long as they can remember. Mark spends at least one night a week at our house, and more than one night a week every summer. Mark is a cute boy. He's seven years old and is always giggling. He's not very tall--maybe getting close to four feet, and has dirty blond hair that occasionally gets in his eyes. He has the cutest hazel eyes that seem to switch to blue on occasion. And he has a bit of the dickens in him. While staying at the cabin last summer, Mark, Shawn, and I came in from swimming in the river to change out of our swimsuits. Shawn ran into the bathroom as soon as we got in, and I stripped down and started to towel off. I'm pretty much hairy all over, and muscular from the work I do with the highway department. I'm also very tan almost all over. I glanced at Mark and saw him just staring at my cock. It's nothing to sneeze at when soft, and when hard it's 8 inches and thick. Figuring he was just a curious boy, I kept drying my dark hair while surreptitiously watching him watch my cock. Before I knew it, my cock started to fill out a little. I didn't notice it filling out until right after Mark's eyes got very wide, and he actually licked his lips! My cock got so hard so fast, I didn't have time to react. Then I heard Shawn flush the toilet in the bathroom, so I pretended I'd finished drying my hair and quickly got my briefs and shorts on. Despite having run the towel over all my chest hair, I didn't want to put my shirt on just yet. Something deep inside me (and maybe nearer to my crotch than my brain) told me not to. I absentmindedly started rubbing my chest, and I noticed Mark noticing this, as well. His eyes darted from my chest to my crotch. His breathing was heavy and he gasped when I made my cock throb in my shorts. I turned away when Shawn came back in the room. He and Mark were soon talking about what sort of things they wanted to do that evening before we left... The next several months I often thought about that day and how hard my cock got when I saw Mark lick those pretty little lips. When my wife Judy wouldn't be interested in sex--which was more and more often, I'd often jack off picturing those lips and thinking of my cock head rubbing up against them. He would run around in his white briefs whenever he'd spend the night. I kept looking at his perfect little ass and wondering what it would feel like to rub it... and to rub the head of my cock between those little cheeks. And the thoughts didn't disturb me as much as I knew they should. But I figured he was just being a curious kid, and I was letting my mind get out of control. I'd never had sex with a man, never thought about sex with a boy, and here I was jacking off over and over again thinking about Mark. About the time I decided to just forget all about it, he threw me for another loop. Some "scary" movie was going to be on t.v. this particular night, and the boys begged to watch it. Mark got permission to spend the night, and Judy agreed to let them both watch it, provided I watched it with them. I personally think she just wanted to get to sleep before I could try to get her interested in sex. We hadn't had sex in four months, and I was starting to go crazy with lust... and this just seemed to annoy her all the more. So the boys stretched out on the floor, and I got under the afghan in the recliner, and we all watched the movie in our briefs. During one particularly scary part, Mark asked if he could sit with me, "because he was kinda cold". I said, "Sure," and lifted up the afghan so he could climb under. He sat on my left thigh, and his hand rested right on the bulge in my briefs. I tried not to think about it, figuring he probably didn't realize what he was touching. After I got us both covered up again, I soon realized he had a better idea about where his hand was than I'd believed. His hand moved just a little... like he was afraid I might notice. His little fingers were slowly inspecting my bulge, which was rapidly becoming a bigger and bigger bulge to be inspected. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed him glancing up at me, seeing if I noticed. I decided to play dumb, and kept watching the movie, although I couldn't tell you anything that happened from the time Mark joined me under the afghan. His little hand rubbed up and down my shaft, which was pointing to the side now. The more he thought I wasn't noticing, the more and more bold he became. And all I could think of was how much I wanted to shove his head down on the bulge and tell him to suck on it. I wanted to rip my briefs off and fuck his little mouth so hard! I glanced down at Shawn and noticed he was fast asleep. My cock throbbed and I heard Mark give out a little gasp. I kept a straight face and kept my eyes on the movie as he glanced up at me, but then I decided to close them and just enjoy his hand on me. I wanted to see how far he'd go one his own. I leaned my head back and parted my eyes just enough to get an idea of what he was doing. I was pretty sure he was looking at me. I started letting my breathing get a little loud, as if I'd fallen asleep. "Mike?" he whispered. I didn't reply. His hand was still slowly rubbing my hard cock through my briefs. "Mike?" I kept breathing heavily. I let my arm move a little, and it knocked the afghan off my chest and lap. I kept breathing as if in deep sleep. Mark turned and looked down at my bulge. "Wow," he whispered. He squeezed it harder. It took everything I had in me not to moan, or say "Fuck, yes!" His little fingers slid up and down the bulge, making me throb so hard. He was just figuring out how to slide his hand inside the fly of my briefs when something loud happened in the movie, and he was momentarily distracted. I almost whimpered as his hand slowed down. He got caught up in the movie and the rubbing slowed to a halt. My cock throbbed. I was so horny I thought I was going to cum for days. Then he did the unthinkable: He jumped off my lap, grabbed his glass, and walked out of the living room! I got my thoughts in order quickly, and realized he was just curious, not thinking he might be turning me on. Hell, he thought I was asleep! So I slid my briefs off and started to jack my cock. Then I saw my son laying there, and I realized that wasn't the best place to be doing this. I stood up, picked up my robe off the arm of the couch, and walked out of the living room. I'd just put the robe on and was sliding my briefs in my robe pocket when I saw the light from the fridge in the kitchen. I walked in, my cock still raging, but relatively well-hidden by my robe. Mark was bent over, that little bubble butt sticking out. He was trying to get the water jug out of the fridge. I stood looking at that ass, not realizing how it was making my cock throb and jut out to the point that it was sticking out of my robe. "Mark, I think I'm going to go to bed now." Mark, startled, jumped a bit and turned to look at me. Even with the light behind him, I could see his eyes get large. He looked down at my cock and he did it again, but this time slower: his tongue slid out of his little mouth and ran all around his lips. When he'd turned around, he'd let go of the door to the fridge. It slowly closed shut, and we stood there in silence, the only light coming from the street lamp outside. Thinking with only my cock, I reached down and opened my robe as I took two steps closer to that cute little boy. He was the perfect height: his head was right at crotch-level on me. I stepped up and my head was inches from his lips. I could feel his breath on it. Neither of us spoke. My eyes were still adjusting to the light, so I could hardly see him. Then I felt it: his little hand wrapped around my shaft. My legs went weak, but I managed to stand. I hissed, "Yesssssssss..." and he let out a little giggle. I almost came as he started slowly stroking my cock. "Oh yeah, Mark, that's a good boy! Stroke that cock for me," I hissed, as quietly as I could. I was standing in my kitchen, my wife asleep in our bed, my son asleep in our living room, and a seven-year-old boy was jacking my eight-inch cock. I was in heaven! There was no way this could get any better! Then I felt his tongue on my head. I almost screamed with lust! "Yeah, baby, lick that head! Mmmmmmmmmmm that feels so fucking good!" He giggled again. It made my cock throb to hear his little-boy giggle coming from the lips so near my cock. In the street-lamp's glow I could see him looking up at me as his little tongue ran all around my head. Then he stopped licking, gave me the biggest and cutest grin you ever saw, then suddenly sucked the head in his little mouth. "Oh yeah, son! Suck that cock good! Suck it, baby!" I was trying so hard to be quiet, but at the same time, this was the best cocksucking I'd had in my life! I grabbed his head and pulled him down on it. He moaned around my cock and I felt it vibrate in that hot little wet mouth of his. His tongue was stroking at my dick as my head pushed against the back of his throat. He slid his little left hand up over my hairy chest and was obviously enjoying feeling how hairy I am. Holding my cock in that same spot, he moaned as he touched my chest hair, and the back of his throat vibrated against the head of my cock. He slid his little right hand over my balls, stroking them and playing with them, moaning at the weight and hairiness of them, I assumed. I looked up at the ceiling, loving the feeling of my head pushing against the back of his throat, being vibrated by his throat, wishing his throat was big enough to take my head. I looked down at him, and he was looking right at me, his tiny lips stretched around my thick cock. I swear, I saw his eyes actually twinkle, and then I felt the head of my cock pop into his throat. This time I know I was loud. My "Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh yessssssssss" ended in a hiss, but started off very loud. "That's it, you little cocksucker, suck my big cock! Take it all!" I glanced at the doorway leading to our bedroom, lowering my voice to a whisper. I pulled his head down and he took every inch in. "I'm gonna shoot my cum in your throat, baby. You want to feel me cum in your mouth and throat?" He softly moaned "mmm hmm" around my cock, and that was all it took. His little boy voice, his eyes looking up at my from my pubes, his tight little throat swallowing around me, it was all too much. I started slamming my cock in his mouth and throat harder and harder, he was slurping and moaning and then swallowing, as I shot seven hot spurts of cum in his little cocksucking mouth and throat. I was hissing, "Swallow it all, baby, and you can have it any time you want! Be a good boy and swallow every drop!" Good as gold, he swallowed every drop. He continued to gently suck my cock, going easy on it, as if he knew how sensitive it would be. My cock was still pretty hard when he let it plop out of his tiny mouth. He looked up at me, his hands still stroking my chest and balls. He whispered, "Was I a good boy, Daddy?" I picked him up into my arms and whispered in his ear, "You were a very good boy, son... let's go back to the living room to finish watching the movie, okay?" He looked at me with his angelic face and whispered, "Can I still sit on your lap while we watch it?" His little hand reached down and gently played with my cock. I massaged his cute little ass with my hands and said, "You'd better!" He giggled as I carried him back into the living room.