Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2005 14:38:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Mike
Subject: My Son's Friend Mark chapter 3

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My Son's Friend Mark

Chapter 3

I'd gone to the one bathroom in our house after Mark padded quietly toward
my son's room. I stood looking at myself in the mirror, thinking about
everything that had happened in the past hour or so.

I was amazed I could stand, as it has been a while since I've cum that hard
and that many times in a row.

Standing in front of the mirror, looking at myself, glancing at my hairy
chest and remembering my son was just licking that chest a short time ago,
I silently began to berate myself for losing control.

I tried to remember the point where I lost control, but going that
direction only made me remember fucking Mark's little mouth in the kitchen,
grabbing his little head and shoving it down on my cock, feeling it push
into his throat over and over.

And afterwards, he'd called me "daddy".

I had a pretty good idea of who his first cock might have belonged to, if
indeed mine wasn't the first cock he'd played with.

I pictured Mark's father, Lyle. He was about eight years older than me, but
just about as muscular. I tried to remember if his chest was hairy or not,
but before tonight I'd never thought I'd find such a thing important.

I imagined little Mark on his knees, servicing his father, slurping and
moaning--or maybe softly slurping and moaning, if the rest of the family
was home and asleep--and that led to me imagining his father fucking Mark's
tight little ass.

Without thinking, my hand had moved to my cock, which was surprisingly rock
hard again.

Damn! I didn't think it was possible. But there I was, sporting another
raging hard-on. I knew Judy wasn't willing to take care of it, and I'd sent
both boys to bed, and there was no way I could get one to take care of it
without the other knowing--not that I'd mind Mark knowing, but I liked the
idea that Shawn had no idea his friend knew about his little experiment
with Daddy.

I sighed to myself and closed my robe. I felt something in my robe pocket,
so I reached in and found my underwear from earlier. I considered sliding
them on before getting in bed, but decided Judy could stand waking up next
to her naked husband in the morning.

I turned out the bathroom light, opened the door, and stepped out into the
hallway. The night-light in the bathroom cast a bluish glow into the
hallway. Our bedroom was the first door on the left, but I was focused on
the door at the end of the hallway.

Were those two boys in there now, comparing notes? Was Mark acting like he
missed the whole thing, and telling my son other things men like? Was Mark
showing my son how to suck a cock the right way?

To the right--almost directly across from my bedroom door--was the doorway
to the kitchen where not much earlier I'd fed a little boy my cum. I felt a
draft and looked down. My cock was still rock-hard, and now it was sticking
out of my robe.

I cautiously walked past my open bedroom door, and quietly made my way to
the end of the hall. I pushed the bedroom door and it opened more silently
than I could have hoped for.

There was Shawn, spread out on top of the covers, his little
underwear-covered ass dimly lit by his lighthouse night-light. I strained
my eyes to look at any spot in the room where Mark might have ended up,
since he wasn't in bed with my son.

The thought occurred to me that I could go in and slide my cock head over
my son's lips, and I'm fairly sure he'd suck his daddy's cock like a good
boy, but I was worried about how he would react when Mark came in. I stood
there staring at my son, slowly stroking my cock.

I came dangerously close to cumming, but realized the last thing I needed
was to have to clean up my load off my son's bedroom floor in the middle of
the night. I released my cock and slowly backed out of the doorway.

I could tell something was different as soon as I turned around. The
shadows in the hallway didn't look right.

The night-light in the bathroom was still spilling it's bluish glow into
the hallway, but the streetlamp light that spilled in from the kitchen had
a different shape to it. Apparently Mark was standing in the kitchen
doorway, waiting for me to go to my bedroom.

I stood still, feeling my breathing increase slightly. I wondered if I had
any control over myself at this point at all. Even if I didn't want to fuck
him silly, would I be able to resist him?

I took a step forward, feeling my cock throb even harder in anticipation. I
took a second step, and could just make out his nose around the
doorframe. Two more steps and I was standing in front of him. I faced
forward down the hallway, so I could glance into my bedroom.

Judy was fast asleep, and lightly snoring. I had very little time to take
this in before I felt Mark's little hand around my cock.

"You're hard again, daddy," he whispered.

I raised my finger to my lips to shush him.

"Oh, I'll be very quiet, daddy," he whispered again, before sliding his
tongue all around my head. I had to grab onto my bedroom doorframe to keep
from falling over. The rest of my energy had gone toward not screaming with
lust.

I used my free hand to push his head further down on my cock. He sucked me
all the way to the base and started swallowing around my cock, but then he
surprised me. He reached back and pushed my hand off the back of his head,
and he came off my cock.

"Pick me up, daddy."

I picked him up into my arms and he slowly wiggled his way down and around
so his tiny ass was brushing my cock.

"Mark," I whispered, "we can't do this here?"

"Why not, daddy," he replied in my ear, "She's asleep. She won't know."

I felt him lower himself onto my cock head. He was so tight. I couldn't
hold him up any more, and I slowly went to my knees, laying him on his
back.

I don't know what came over me, but the fact he was being such a little
cockslut made me want to fuck him even more than I'd wanted to before. I
pushed against his tight little hole, and he gasped.

"You really want it, don't you, daddy?"

I leaned down and whispered in his little ear, "You know what daddy wants,
and daddy is gonna take it right here in the doorway of his bedroom--"

"While mommy is sleeping," he gasped.

With a grunt I pushed the head of my cock into his very tight little boy
hole. He was so fucking tight I had to fight off cumming.

"You're in my pussy, daddy," Mark quietly giggled.

"Not yet, whore, but I'm gonna be real soon," I whispered back to him.

I moved my head to place my mouth over his, just in case he should scream,
and I slid my cock about halfway in his tiny little ass. He didn't scream,
but he did suck my tongue into his mouth. I normally don't consider myself
a fan of kissing, but the way this little boy did it made me want to spend
a few hours at it.

I kept fucking his mouth with my tongue until I felt his little hands on my
hips, pulling me toward him.

Knowing what he wanted, I gave another push and shoved my cock almost all
the way into his vice-like boycunt. He was the tightest fuck I'd
experienced in my life. I didn't want to move. I wanted to feel this tight
hole gripping my cock for the rest of the night.

But Mark had other ideas. I felt his heels dig into my upper thighs as he
pulled me toward him, his tongue licking my tongue all over as I slid it
deep inside his little mouth.

I gave one more thrust and felt my balls slap up against his ass.

I heard Judy roll over and her snores got a little louder. I thought, "I'm
laying in the doorway of my bedroom while my wife is asleep, my cock buried
inside her son's best friend's tight slut ass."

I almost came there. I slowly pulled back until just my head was in his
pussy, then I slammed my cock all the way back inside him.

I felt him gasp into my mouth, and I repeated the action.

Slowly at first, but each withdrawal and thrust coming a little faster each
time, I started fucking this little boy's pussy.

I pulled off his lips and started whispering in his ear, "That's right, you
hot little bitch, you're daddy's whore now, and I'm gonna fuck you like
this many more times, do you understand, little cunt boy?"

"Yes, daddy. You're going to be fucking me a lot from now on, daddy. I'm
your pussy, and you can fuck me any time you want."

I started fucking even faster, pounding into his tight hole.

"Daddy, I want you to make a baby in me. Make me have your baby."

I started slamming into him, trying not to make our bodies slap together
too loudly, but eventually reaching the point where I just didn't care.

I wanted to fuck this little cunt so hard, and I told him so. "Daddy is
gonna fuck you so hard, baby. Daddy is gonna make your pussy so sore you'll
remember daddy's cock for weeks. You like having daddy's big hard cock in
your little slut whore cunt, don't you?"

"Yes, daddy! Harder, daddy!" His pants and gasps were still quiet, and that
turned me on more than anything. This little slut knew how to have sex
while daddy's wife was sleeping.

I shoved my cock deep into him one more time and started cumming. I felt
his little ass clamp down on my cock as I shot my load, and I whispered,
"Good boy, good boy" in his ear.

After I calmed down, I looked at my bed. Judy was still snoring, fast
asleep, and her husband had just filled her son's friend's pussy with his
load.

I looked back down at Mark, who was looking up at me like I was a god.

"That felt good, daddy," he whispered.

I leaned down and kissed his little mouth, sucking on his lips and tongue.

I pulled him to me, keeping my cock firmly lodged inside him. He wrapped
his arms and legs around me. I stood up, taking us both to the bathroom.

I could feel my warm cum against my cock, and I kept thinking my cock would
get soft, but it wasn't happening. I pulled the bathroom door shut behind
us, locking it. I leaned Mark up against the wall, holding him up by his
ass, while he continued to cling to me with his arms and legs. I willed my
cock to deflate.

"That was so good, daddy," he whispered in my ear as he pushed my robe off
my shoulders. Just feeling his hot breath on my ear made my cock throb. I
could tell Mark could feel the change, too.

"Mmmmmmm" he moaned into my neck as he started working his little ass
around my cock. Without even thinking I pulled back a little, then pushed
my cock back inside him.

"Yes, daddy, more please," he whimpered as he pulled my robe off my arms
and started licking my arms and chest.

I slowly pulled back as my robe fell to the floor, then whispered, "More
what, son?"

He whimpered as I slowly slid my cock back up inside his tight little boy
hole.

I pulled back again, lifting him slightly, so his tiny hole was gripping
the end of my cock. "What do you want from daddy, son? More what?"

"More fucking, daddy!"

I slammed him down and pushed up as hard as I could at the same time. "Good
boy. Daddy's good little boy!"

His little legs wrapped around me, his arms wrapped around me, and his head
moving from side to side, he took my fuck like a good boy. I wasn't sure I
was going to cum this time around, but my cock felt too good for me to
stop.

I kept sliding up inside him, thinking of how hot it was to be holding this
boy against the wall, fucking him deep. It was the middle of the night, my
wife and son were asleep in bed, and I was fucking a tight little ass up
against the wall of our bathroom.

Mark's head went back and I lowered my mouth to his. As my tongue slide in
his mouth, he started sucking it like he sucked my cock, and I began to
fuck him harder and faster.

There was a mirror over Mark's head, and as I fucked his mouth with my
tongue, I could see us reflected in the medicine cabinet mirror behind
us. His tiny feet and legs, his little hands, and my hairy ass thrusting up
again and again... it was all too much.

I started pounding his little ass, and he began to moan into my
mouth. Watching the whole thing in the mirror made my orgasm so much more
intense. Before I knew it, I was shooting a second load up inside his
little cockwhore boycunt.

I stood there, cock buried inside his hole, panting. Five loads. I had been
fifteen the last time I had cum five times in one night, and that was just
a marathon jackoff session when I was home alone for the first time.

"You are such a good boy, son, daddy loves you very much," I whispered in
his ear.

"I love you too, daddy," Mark replied as I gently lifted him off my cock. I
sat him down on the toilet, and turned to the sink. I got a wash rag out of
the drawer, and started to wet it. Mark's little hand found my hairy ass
and was slowly rubbing it.

"You're so hairy. I love that you're so hairy."

I turned to him, the wet wash rag in my hand. I meant to start cleaning my
cock with it, but since he'd opened this door, I wanted to take advantage
of it and learn a thing or two.

"Is your dad hairy, Mark?"

He giggled. "He's very hairy, like you. He has a big cock like you, too."

"What do you do with your daddy's cock, Mark?"

Mark took the wet rag from my hand. "I do like we did tonight. I suck it
for him, and he puts it inside my pussy."

He wrapped the cloth around my cock and slowly wiped it down.

"I suck him just about every day, at least once a day," he reported, as he
continued to slide the warm wash cloth up and down over my cock. "While he
drives me to school, I reach over and unzip his pants and take his cock
out."

I shuddered, imagining Shawn doing the same for me, or Mark doing the same
for me. Or Shawn doing the same for Mark's dad.

Mark had gotten my cock nice and clean, but he kept sliding the cloth back
and forth over it.

"Then what do you do to your daddy, Mark?"

Mark giggled again, dropped the wash cloth, and leaned forward, sucking the
head of my dick in his mouth.

I shuddered again, felt my cock twitch, and rested my hands on his little
head. I'd shot five loads already. Two in this little cockslut's mouth, one
on my son's face, and two in this boy's tight little cunt. I figured I
wouldn't be able to cum, but I was happy to let him suck on my cock some
more.

I don't know how long he sucked my cock. It seemed like I was standing
there, slowly sliding my cock all the way in and almost all the way out of
his mouth over and over for hours. Looking back it was probably closer to
thirty minutes, max. But he slurped, moaned, and swallowed all around me
non-stop.

He stroked my body the entire time, and I just kept my hands on the back of
his head, softly whispering, "Good boy," and "You suck daddy so good," over
and over.

When I realized I was going to break my personal record for cumshots, and
the record-breaker was going to be in this little boy's sweet cocksucking
mouth, I whispered, "Daddy's gonna feed you more cum, okay, baby?"

He just looked up at me, his eyes wide and excited, and I felt him moan a
"mmm hmm" around my cock.

"Good boy, baby, good boy," I moaned over and over as I filled his mouth
with what cum I could generate for this, my sixth orgasm of the evening.

Mark swallowed the load, then gently sucked my dick clean. I looked down at
him, his eyes locked on mine, and I slowly pulled my cock from his lips.

I leaned down, kissed his little lips, and whispered, "Time for bed,
son. We'll do more later, if you like, okay?"

"Okay, daddy," he replied, and left the bathroom.

I picked up the wash rag from the spot where he'd dropped it when he
started sucking me, placed it in the hamper. As I left the bathroom, I
picked my robe up off the floor and turned off the bathroom light.

I was asleep almost as soon as I got myself under the covers. Those two
boys had worn me out.