Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2016 00:21:20 +0000
From: Micah Allen <Coqkilla@hotmail.com>
Subject: At Charlie's House (Chapter 10)

Disclaimer: This story depicts sexual acts between a father, his teen son,
and his son's best friend. This story is a work of fiction.

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AT CHARLIE'S HOUSE: CHAPTER 10
by Micah Allen

My mind was spinning for days after losing my cherry to Charlie's hot stud
of a father. Part of me felt like it had been all been a dream, like I
could just wake up at any moment and Jake would just be my friend's dad,
nothing more. The other part of me, the very real aching-in-my-asshole part
of me, reminded me that not only had I hooked up with Jake in his basement,
but that it was probably going to happen again. Not only that, but I had a
sinking suspicion that Alison, Charlie's mom, knew that I had fucked around
with her husband.

The look she gave me when I left her house that day said it all. Her
feelings on the subject were unclear to me, but I knew she knew.

Charlie was clearly avoiding me at school, and I think I was starting to be
weirdly okay with the distance. Even though I loved my friend, I was
entranced by his dad and too preoccupied with the fantasies that were
running through my mind. I also knew that Charlie was busy with the girl
he'd been seeing and was probably just enjoying the time off from being his
dad's personal sex slave. We were polite to each other at football
practice, but neither of us stayed around to speak on a deeper level.

The following Saturday morning, my mom walked into my room, hanging up the
cordless phone as she came in. "Hun, that was Mr. Lawson, Charlie's dad, on
the phone," she told me. My ears perked up immediately. "He could really
use some help chopping wood today. I guess Charlie was supposed to help him
and went off with some girl instead. I told him you'd be more than happy to
help him. You'd love to help him, right?" My mother glared at me as she
asked this, knowing I'd likely just be lazing around the house most of the
day.

"Fine mom," I said, trying not to sound too excited. "I guess I can give
him a hand."

"Great! I'll drop you off on my way to the grocery store. Mr. Lawson will
give you a ride home. He's such a nice man."

It was all I could do to conceal the thick hard-on in my basketball shorts
as my mother drove me to Jake and Charlie's house. My mom lectured me the
entire way over about how I needed to help people whenever they were in
need, oblivious to the reality behind Jake's request for my help. I drowned
her out mentally, just trying to imagine what Jake had in store for me
today. I hoped it wouldn't hurt too badly, whatever it was. My cock leaked.

-- "Whatever you do, you have to hold the ax steady, like this," Jake said,
flexing his arm as he held up the wood ax he was holding. After lining the
ax up, he brought it down with confidence, easily splitting a large piece
of wood into two equal pieces. Even though I had chopped firewood plenty of
times before, I feigned ignorance when he asked me about my experience with
the chore; frankly I just wanted to see his muscles work as he showed me
what to do. It didn't hurt at all that Jake was shirtless, wearing just a
pair of tight blue jeans with a hint of white cotton showing at the waist,
sweat just starting to bead upon his brazen chest. He handed me the ax and
placed another piece of wood on top of the stump

When Jake called me over to help with the firewood, I didn't expect that he
was actually being honest regarding the request. Charlie had apparently
skipped out on the task of helping his father, choosing instead to go to
the movies with Cassie Russo. Jake seemed disappointed over his son's
choice, but was clearly delighted that I had been willing to help him.

"Thanks again for helping me today, Ry," Jake said sincerely, watching me
as I lined the ax up with the wood. "It means a lot to me. Really."

"It's no problem, Jake, anytime," I said, bringing the ax down. The strike
was just off center and the wood didn't split as evenly as Jake's had. I
brought it down again, finishing the job. Suddenly I felt Jake behind me,
wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.

"My son is lucky to have a friend like you," he said. His lips met my neck,
and I could feel him breathing in my scent. Feeling brave, I leaned back
against him, turning my head toward him so I could find his mouth with my
own. The kiss was electric, but brief. Jake reached down my sides and began
pulling the white tank I was wearing over my head. "Let's catch some rays
while we work up a sweat," he said, throwing my shirt to the wayside.

Jake was like a machine with the ax. I kept having to remind myself to
focus on the work while he was in action. I could have stared at him all
day. The sun was hot on my skin despite the early autumn breeze that had
creeped in, and we were sweating pretty profusely by early afternoon. I
tried emulating Jake's monstrous pace as we worked, but it was almost as if
he had come from an entirely different planet. I wondered whether he really
needed a helper at all. "Good company is key to a strong work ethic," he
said at one point, as if reading my mind. I watched Jake's ass flex while
he worked his ax, deciding that such a sight was probably the best
motivator for a strong work ethic, at least as far as I was concerned.

"Let's take a break for a few," Jake said after a few hours of chopping. I
was elated. "I have a different job for you. Come here, Ry."

My heart began to race as I slowly walked over to where Jake was
standing. When I approached, he turned away from me, putting one of his big
legs up on the stump that he had been chopping wood on. "Kneel down behind
me," he said. I did as I was told, kneeling down into the brush. "It's time
to start worshipping your man, Ry. Put your face against my pants and
breathe in."

Cautiously I leaned upward and placed my nose right up against the seat of
Jake's blue jeans. I didn't even have to make contact before I could smell
the strong scent of sweaty denim. I breathed his scent in deeply as he
pushed his ass back against my face. I stayed like this for a few moments,
breathing in and out as my penis reached full length in my shorts. It was
surreal being like this, knelt down in the woods inhaling the manly scent
of Jake's ass.

"Take off my pants, Ry," Jake ordered, his voice dry and husky. I reached
around his waist grabbing for the button on his jeans. I struggled
momentarily trying to undo it, but I got it eventually. As I pulled down
the zipper, I used my teeth to pull down on the back of Jake's jeans. Jake
laughed to himself when he realized what I was doing. "Nice move, kid," he
said lowly.

I pulled Jake's jeans down all the way to his ankles. I couldn't believe
the sight before my eyes. Jake, clad in white formfitting boxer-briefs,
looked like a God from this angle. His butt was huge and round. I could
feel its warmth radiating near my face. I couldn't resist the temptation
and without being told what to do I put my face right up into the
cotton-covered crack of Jake's ass and inhaled slowly. "Yeah kid," Jake
moaned. "Get right up in there. That's a hardworking man's ass." The smell
was captivating; manly, musky. I could tell he'd been working hard all
morning, sweating up a storm in his jeans. I stuck my tongue out and dug it
into the damp fabric. I tongued him like this for a while, teasing him, as
he slowly lowered his boxer-briefs giving my tongue access to the crack of
his ass.

I held onto Jake's meaty thighs for support as I stuck my tongue deep into
the crack of his ass. Jake bent over further, allowing me deeper access
into his hairy crevice. I had never smelled anything so godly, so manly and
masculine. It felt powerful. "Fuck," he belted, as I darted my tongue in
and out like a hungry animal. I licked up and down his ass, grazing over
his hole. This was an entirely new experience for me and it felt unreal,
even though I had fantasized about it so many times before. Jake reached
his hand back and grabbed the back of my head, pushing me right up against
his hole. I chewed and spit and licked and sucked like a crazy person. I
didn't care how I looked to anyone who might chance upon us, all I knew was
that I wanted to give this guy what he was craving, what his son had surely
been giving him for several years now.

"You're drivin' me fuckin' wild," Jake spit. Suddenly he turned around,
nearly thwacking me in the face with his gigantic hard dick. I darted my
tongue out at its tip, staring up into Jake's eyes as I sucked a steady
stream of pre-cum from his huge piece. I'd been thinking of this dick all
week long and its size still intimidated me. I slowly took its length into
my mouth, struggling to keep it in as it stretched my mouth open wide. I
knew there was no way I'd be able to take the entire thing. The humid smell
of Jake's crotch was overwhelming, but it made me even hungrier for his
cock.

"Your mouth feels so hot, Ry," Jake moaned. "But I bet you can take it even
deeper." Jake then grabbed the back of my head and began slowly easing his
cock further down my throat. I did my best to relax my throat muscles, but
he was way too big and I started choking. Jake pulled back momentarily
while I regained my composure, but continually kept trying to get his big
donkey dick down my throat. Hard as I tried, I still couldn't do it without
choking.

"You'll get there, don't worry, I'll make sure of that," Jake reassured
me. "Lick on my balls a while," he added. My eyes were watering from the
attempt at deep-throating and my throat was happy for the reprieve. I
leaned downward and started licking his sack as he pulled my head against
his body. They tasted salty and sweaty. I played with them gently in my
mouth as Jake quivered over me.

After a while of playing with Jake's balls, he suddenly pulled me to my
feet. I knew he meant business as he switched places with me almost
instantaneously and bent me over the stump. I could feel his hands at my
waist, pulling my shorts and underwear down to my ankles in one
swoop. Looking backward the best I could I watched as he reached into the
pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small vile. I recognized it as
lube. "Always prepared," he smiled at me. I bent over further, showing him
I was ready. "What do you want, Ry?" he asked me. Oh God, not this game.

"I...I..." I hesitated to say. Even though I knew what I wanted, I couldn't
form the words in my brain. I suddenly felt very self-conscious for some
reason.

"I'm not doing anything until you tell me," Jake warned. He slapped my ass
hard, and I yelped.

"I want your dick!" I shouted.

"Where do you want it, Ry? Go on, tell me. I want to hear it from your
lips."

"I want your dick up my ass, Jake," I told him. "I want you to fuck
me. Fuck me like you fuck your son!"

Suddenly I felt his lubed-up pole at my entrance and my knees buckled
beneath me. He entered me swiftly and rather painfully. I dug my
fingernails into the tree stump and gritted my teeth as I felt Jake's dick
inch its way inward. The pain was not nearly as bad as it had been the
first time, but it still felt like a shock to my body. I wasn't sure I'd
ever get used to the feeling of having my rectum invaded; all I knew was I
wanted to give this guy what he wanted: my body.

"Hell yes Ry, you're taking my dick like a champ," Jake cooed. Every inch
made me feel fuller as my body took him in. Before I knew it, I could feel
his hairy balls rubbing against me. "I'm in. Balls deep, bud. Now it's time
to fuck." Jake then began to extract his cock from my hole before shoving
it right back into me. He did this several times and soon enough he was
pummeling my ass with all his might. The jabbing motion of his cock began
sending shockwaves all throughout my body and I could feel my dick soaring
between my legs. The pain had faded and I felt a serene sense pleasure in
my body, partly just from being near this man I wanted so much but also
from his cock hitting my prostate with every jagged movement. I could feel
sweat dripping from Jake's body onto mine, the hot sun still working its
magic over our glistening bodies.

"You like that, Ry? Huh? You like it when I fuck you?"

"Yesss," I hissed, breathing heavily. My body shook with each thrust of
Jake's cock. "Fuck me harder. I love it when you fuck me like that. Please,
daddy!"

"You like calling me daddy, huh? Fuckin' sicko," Jake said, laughing to
himself. He slapped my ass hard and I grunted. "Yeah, you're taking daddy's
dick like a man. Wish I could fuck you like this every night, Ry." I moaned
loudly and uncontrollably as Jake hit that spot deep within my body that
made my insides quake.

"I'm gettin' really close, Ry. Squeeze your asshole tight around my
dick. Help make daddy cum. That's it, boy," Jake moaned. I did what he said
the best I could, trying to tighten around his cock. I realized his cock
was already so huge that I couldn't really be any tighter for him, but I
hoped it was helping. I felt him grab my ass tight as he grunted loudly. I
could his big dick spasm he shoved it deep into me, holding still as he
came inside me. "Take my load, bitch," he said sharply. "Good fucking boy."

Jake leaned in and kissed my shoulder blades before pulling out of me. I
suddenly felt extremely empty without his cock in me. It was then that I
also realized how sweaty we'd both gotten during that fuck session. Jake's
muscles looked amazing, his sweaty abs gleaming in the sunlight. I wished I
could take a photograph; that was what I wanted to look like someday.

"Should we get back to work?" Jake asked, eying me. I looked down at my
crotch, my own steel prong sticking out like a ship's mast. I saw a strange
smile spread onto Jake's face, one I'd only seen when he was with
Charlie. "Sorry. No cumming for you," he said. My heart sank. "You're still
in training as far as I'm concerned, and you need to stay motivated. Do not
cum until I say so. Here, give me your underwear." I slipped my white
briefs off of my feet. Jake started doing the same, stepping out of his
jeans before pulling his boxer-briefs off completely. He took my underwear
and handed me his. I watched as he took a long whiff of my briefs, deeply
breathing in my scent. I followed his lead and smelled his, salivating over
the scent of his stinky, sweaty crotch.

"Put `em on," Jake said, beaming. I stepped into his boxer-briefs and
pulled them up my legs. They were a bit big for me and I didn't really fill
them out, but they didn't fall off. The dampness of Jake's sweat felt cool
to my skin. I watched in awe as Jake then stepped into my own sweaty
briefs, yanking them up his big meaty legs. I could hear the fabric
stretch, ripping slightly as they conformed to his muscular body. They were
clearly too small for him but he looked fucking amazing. He then pulled his
jeans up over his big muscular ass and zipped them up. "Just something I
like to do," he said casually.

"Fucking wicked," I said in awe. Jake laughed heartily.

--

As Jake drove me back to my house, I knew I had to work up the courage to
ask him about Alison, his wife. It was driving me crazy that she might know
about us. I had started to panic thinking she might tell my parents, or
worse yet the police. Jake was unphased when I questioned him about it.

"Yes, she knows, and that's a good thing," Jake said. "She knows I'm
fucking you now, and knows I'm not fucking Charlie. Every suspicion she's
had has an explanation now. We're in the clear."

"So it was a set-up?" I asked, eyebrow raised. "That day I came over to
your house, you said she couldn't know about you and Charlie..."

"Smart boy," Jake said. "Yeah, I set it up that way so she'd come home
while we were together. It was much easier than trying to tell her we were
fucking around and having no proof."

"And she doesn't care that you're fucking your son's friend? A minor?" I
asked in disbelief.

Jake laughed loudly. "Son, here's what you need to know about Charlie's
mom. I might be a monster in bed, but she's beyond anything you'd ever
imagine. Soccer mom, she ain't. Does she care about me fucking a minor?
Hell, let's go ask that question to whatever young buck she's been riding
relentlessly this week. The woman is insatiable. Her entire construction
crew probably couldn't keep her satisfied." I suddenly remembered that the
construction workers I'd seen around the property, the ones who worked for
Charlie's mom's company, were all pretty young, probably just a few years
older than me. All of them were athletic and attractive looking.

"Just trust me, kiddo," Jake said calmly, placing his hand on my thigh as
he drove. "Let me handle my wife. She knows that there are certain things I
like that she just can't give me. We love each other very much and her
pussy is unmatched but our appetites go far beyond what we each bring to
the table. We've been together a long time and we know it works. I just
can't let her find out about Charlie. It's better this way." I wasn't
certain, but I could sense a sort of sadness in Jake's voice when he
brought up Charlie's name.

--

When we pulled up to my house, Jake pulled me over to him and kissed me
hard. I was shell-shocked, paranoid that my parents would see even though
it had gotten dark outside. "You taste so fucking good," he moaned into my
mouth. His tongue played with mine for a moment before he pulled away.

"Give me your phone," he said. I pulled it from my shorts pocket and handed
it to him. I saw him enter something in and then he gave it back to me. "I
put my number in there. If I call or text, you better answer, because I'm
coming for you whether you're ready or not. I'll sneak into your bedroom if
I have to."

"Yes sir," I said subordinately. My dick was still throbbing in my shorts.

"And remember, don't cum until I fucking tell you to, got it?" I nodded,
exiting his car. I felt a lump in the pit of my stomach as his words sunk
in. What had I gotten myself into?

Later that evening, while flipping through my phone, I couldn't find Jake's
name anywhere in my contacts. It took me a minute to realize he'd
programmed his contact info under the name "Daddy."

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