Date: Tue, 19 Apr 2016 21:49:06 +0000
From: Micah Allen <Coqkilla@hotmail.com>
Subject: At Charlie's House (Chapter 9)

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. Please contact
me at coqkilla@hotmail.com. I don't write very often, so I'd love to hear
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AT CHARLIE'S HOUSE: CHAPTER 9
by Micah Allen

After my little outing with Charlie and his dad, we became somewhat distant
for a while. I wasn't exactly sure what had led to this rift that had
seemed to come out of nowhere, but I knew something was up. Thankfully
school started (never thought I'd say that!) so I was distracted with other
things. Charlie and I didn't have any classes together so I only really saw
him at football practice for the first few weeks of the semester. We were
obviously still buds, but he was distant. Any time I brought up coming over
to his house or vice versa, he would make up some lame excuse. I didn't
call him out on it, though. I didn't want to put any more pressure on our
friendship.

Things at Charlie's house had gotten intense over the summer, and I looked
at the distance between us as a way to cool our jets. I was still pretty
confused about how I felt toward the entire situation. I knew Charlie
wanted my help, but I didn't know how I felt about seducing his dad if
that's what it came down to. The whole thing was just too much for brain –
not to mention my dick, which seemed to become rock-hard any time I thought
about Jake and Charlie. I jerked myself thinking of them nightly, usually
while holding onto the briefs Jake had worn the night he fucked his
wife. The smell of Jake's sweaty sex was fading but they still turned me on
so much.

When a rumor started going around school that Charlie had a girlfriend, I
was shocked! First off, I was his best bud, so I couldn't believe that he
hadn't told me before our classmates. Second, I knew the situation with his
dad was sensitive, to say the least. I couldn't believe it, even when it
came from his own mouth!

"Yep, dude, it's true," Charlie said slyly before football practice that
day. "You're looking at an ex-bachelor right here. I asked out Cassie Russo
and she said yes!" I couldn't help but notice how sexy he looked putting on
his football gear – a thought I never would have considered a year ago.

"Holy shit, dude," I sputtered out, trying to be cool. "That's
awesome. You'll be getting laid in no time."

"The pussy can't come soon enough," Charlie said through a grin. "I heard
she let Mike and Caleb finger her over the summer. Bet I can do more." Mike
and Caleb were twin brothers who were in the grade above us. My mind
wandered from envisioning those basketball-loving hunks with their fingers
up slutty Cassie Russo's pussy, to Charlie doing it, to the memory of
Charlie riding my cock in his bed...shit. I was so hopeless.

"Hell yeah. Pound that pussy, bro," I said jovially.  I knew we must have
sounded so dumb talking like that, but that's how older guys talked all the
time. "And your dad's cool with it?" I added, trying to seem nonchalant.

Charlie looked down for a second. He seemed undecided on whether he should
tell me something or not. "Uh, yeah man," he said. "He's cool. It's just
complicated."

That Saturday, Charlie sent me a text with a picture of him and Cassie
hanging out the evening before, likely as proof that this coupling was
actually going down. Apparently things were moving rather quickly for him
since they were already together. Even though the picture was just an
innocent selfie, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy. I shook off
the thought – he was my friend and I was happy for him. "Need to talk,"
another text read. "Meet at my house?" I shuddered just thinking about
going over there, but I also wanted to get to the bottom of what was
happening, so I agreed to come over.

When I arrived at Charlie's house, I noticed his dad's car was in the
driveway but not his mom's. I knocked a few times with no response. I
thought about just going inside, but after a minute or so of knocking the
door opened. Jake was standing in front of me wearing a tight black muscle
shirt and a pair of red running shorts. Sweat glistened over his face and
exposed forearms. I figured he had just got back from a run.

"Hey Ry," he said. "Come on in." I timidly followed him inside the house,
shutting the door behind me. "Sorry pal, I must reek. Training for a
marathon."

"It's no problem, Mr-...I mean Jake," I said nervously. It was no problem
at all. I could smell the salty heat rising from his body. He smirked. "Is
Charlie home?" I asked.

"He's out with his girl," he said. "Actually, I asked him to have you over
so we could talk." Suddenly Jake put his big sweaty palm on my shoulder. It
felt so hot and sticky, I almost melted. Even though my brain thought about
leaving momentarily, I instead followed him to the living room like a puppy
and sat down next to him on the sofa.

"Look, I don't know what Charlie told you, but I haven't touched him in a
few weeks," he said slowly. "I would have said yes to the girlfriend either
way. He's a teenage boy now, kid should be fucking every pussy he can get
at that age. I know I was.  But not touching him has been difficult, to say
the least." I stared intently at Jake as he spoke, hanging on every word. I
had no idea where this was going, but I was intrigued.

"The fact is my wife almost found out about us," he continued. "We were
drinking last weekend and I apparently blurted something out that she
caught onto. She knows I'm fucking some kid. She doesn't know for sure that
it's Charlie but she has some suspicions." I was stunned, but I didn't dare
interrupt his story. "She doesn't give a fuck who I'm fucking but it can't
be Charlie. It can't be our son. So for now, I can't touch him. I can't
fuck my own boy, and it's giving me fucking blue balls, man. That's why I
called you over here." It took a moment to register what Jake was
suggesting.

"You want to do that stuff...with me?" I asked, wide-eyed. Jake beamed.

"Don't be so surprised. I know you've got some fag in you, boy," he said,
somewhat mockingly. "You saw me fucking my son – your best friend. Any
other boy would have screamed and called the cops. You? You stayed and
enjoyed the show." His hand reached over to my thigh. I was wearing loose
basketball shorts, and his fingers crept up the bottom opening. "Charlie's
off limits for a while, but I've got needs, my man. You're gonna do it,
right? You're gonna let me touch you."  I nodded slowly, staring at his
fingers as they reached slowly into my shorts, rubbing the small, light
hairs that had only recently grown on my inner thigh. I was practically
drooling at that point. "Let's go to the basement, baby," Jake said
seductively.

Jake held my hand tightly as we marched down the steps into his dank
basement. It suddenly occurred to me that I, a thirteen year old, was
willingly following my friend's father into his basement for some kind of
sex game. I was pretty sure I'd only seen things like this on the news. My
cock ached. Jake sat down on the couch and I saw next to him. I was
shaking.

"The first time I did this with Charlie, I was gentle," Jake said. "Sexual
restraint does not come easy for me. I'm an animal; I need to breed. But
I'll try." He cupped my face with his hand, then leaned in toward me,
planting his lips on mine. It was electric. His lips were hot and full, and
I could feel him sucking the breath from my lungs. I felt his warm, wet
tongue dart out into my mouth, and I was suddenly filled with a hunger I'd
never felt before; I didn't want his mouth away from mine. When he grabbed
the back of my head and started tongue-fucking my mouth, I thought I would
die of pleasure. The crisp, minty flavor of his mouth contrasted so much
with the heat and sweat of his body. When Jake pulled away, I exhaled
deeply. "You like that?" he asked. I just nodded dumbly. Even if I could
have formed words, they would have been whisked away by his rugged, manly
mouth as he kissed me again.

I felt his hands at my thigh again, only this time he didn't stop at the
hem of my shorts. His fingers traced up the inside, up toward my briefs. He
continued kissing me as his fingers nudged my nuts. I shivered at the
touch. I pushed my crotch outward, allowing him access; he got the hint,
and quickly shoved his hand fully inside my underwear, grabbing hold of my
stiff rod. I was proud in that moment, thinking this is the biggest my cock
had ever been.

A stream of saliva fell off of my tongue as Jake's mouth pulled away from
me. He stared at me intently as he stroked my cock. I moaned loudly. "Touch
me too, baby," he whispered hungrily. "Daddy needs his dick touched."

Tentatively, I reached toward his leg. Noticing my hesitation, Jake grabbed
my hand and placed it on the bulge in his running shorts. My eyes just
about popped out of my head – his boner was MASSIVE. I mean, I knew it
was big, but actually feeling it in my hand was a completely different
story. I rubbed it slowly, trying to massage its girth. We must have been
quite a sight, sitting on this couch, crotches pushed out, rubbing on each
other.

Jake retracted his hand and slowly licked my pre-cum off of his fingers. He
then stood up in front of me. "Pull down my shorts," he ordered. I grabbed
his shorts at the waist and slowly began to pull them down to his ankles. I
was amazed to see that he was wearing a jock strap – a white one, though
it had some yellowing and discoloring to it.  It fit him perfectly,
accentuating his giant cock. He looked like a god. "Smell," he said. I
dared not refuse. I leaned in and took a huge whiff of his crotch. The
smell was unbelievably strong, dirty, and masculine. He smelled like
athleticism and sex. It was stronger than my own scent, or Charlie's for
that matter. "Yeah, smell my dirty, sweaty crotch," he said
huskily. "Breathe on that dick." I held onto his firm, damp ass as I
inhaled his scent.

Jake slowly began to lower his jock strap. The smell only became more
powerful as his gigantic dick came into my view. He didn't even have to
encourage me as I took his cock straight into my mouth. I had never been so
sure of wanting something in my entire life. "Fuck yes, kid," he
said. "Suck daddy's cock!" My own dick leaked at the thought of me calling
him `daddy.'

I slurped on Jake's erection the best I could. It was big and meaty, just
barely fitting into my mouth. Like Charlie, I was having trouble keeping it
all in; it was just too much of a tight fit. Nevertheless, Jake grabbed the
back of my head and began thrusting his hips back and forth, forcing his
huge cock further in. I struggled and choked on it, causing my eyes to
water. "Deep-throating is something we'll be working on, for sure," he
said. "I love watching you gag, though."

"Thanks," I coughed out, sarcastically.

"Don't sass me, boy," Jake said. He had his dick back on my tongue in an
instant. "I'm going to fuck you today, you know that?" My heart was racing
when he said this. I was sure I was enjoying all of this so far, but anal
sex was not something I thought I was ready for. That was Charlie's thing,
for sure. Jake fucked my mouth slowly for a minute before pulling me up to
my feet.

"I need to cum bad, so I'm just going to give you a little starting fuck,"
he said urgently. I had no idea what he was talking about. "I'm just going
to loosen you up for now. I'm gonna ease you into it until you get to the
point where you can take my dick without trouble. We have to work at it,
though, being that you're so young, and your ass is so tight. You're going
to need to clear your schedule." I gulped rather loudly.

Jake had me stand up, and get on my knees on the couch, my ass sticking out
in the air. He reached down and spread my cheeks with his hands, taking in
the sight of my hole. I felt butterflies being exposed like that. "You are
such a hot little piece, Ry," he said huskily. "Such a fucking hottie. I've
thought about fucking you so long, you have no idea. Those little movies
you've made with Charlie – you both look so fucking sexy in them. I've
wanted you for a long time. Hell, I love pussy but there's nothing like
teen boy pussy, is there?" He slapped my ass lightly before shoving his
face into my crack. I moaned loudly as Jake at out my ass. I could feel his
tongue inside my hole, his lips kissing and sucking my entrance...it was a
feeling unmatched by anything I'd felt so far. He then reached between my
legs and began quickly pumping my aching boner with one hand as the other
held my ass open as wide as it would go. My body began to tremble and I
knew I wouldn't last.

"Cum for me, baby," he urged. His tongue was pushing into me deep, and I
could feel my balls boiling over as the hot sticky stuff erupted from my
cock. There was no way I could have prevented it. I breathed heavily as he
continued sucking at my ass, my seed seeping down his hand onto the
couch. He slapped my ass again.

"Now the fun part," he said, standing up. I whimpered softly. In my
post-orgasm stupor, I was vaguely aware that he was rubbing something slick
onto his dick. I was smart enough to know it was lube. I was part scared,
part exhausted, part...excited? I didn't want to feel pain, but some
internal part of me wanted to please the sex god who was getting ready to
mount me. After the hand job he'd just given me, I would have done anything
for him. He placed a slick finger at my hole and began pushing in an
out. His finger was joined by another, and I could feel my hole
stretching. `This might actually be a piece of cake,' I thought to
myself. His fingers felt intrusive, but not half bad.

I screamed when his cock began to enter me. Even though he said he'd be
slow, I was pretty sure he wasn't, because before I even knew what was
happening he had shoved half his cock hard against my hole. His hand
covered my mouth to stop me from yelling. "It's just the tip, Ry," he
said. "Shh. I gotta get it all in now. That's it, baby."

Jake's hips rocked back and forth against me, trying to ease his humongous
rod into my tight butt. It was a slow pace, but it was working – I could
feel the walls of my rectum stretching. And it hurt like a bitch. I knew I
had an iron grip on the couch at this point, and I chewed down on Jake's
arm, trying to endure the pain. I felt like my entire asshole was being
stretched wide open, but I also had formed some kind of internal trust in
Jake. "Daddy," I whimpered out, unsure of where it even came from.

"That's it, baby," he whispered into my ear. "Take daddy's cock. I know it
hurts. Next time will hurt less if you take it all now." He continued
easing it in. I had no idea how far he was, but after a few more minutes of
this I reached down between my legs and grasped his dick – he was almost
all the way in!

"My big dick is inside you, Ry," Jake said. "God, I need to cum. I need to
cum in your tight little ass." After readjusting his posture, Jake suddenly
took hold of my waist and started pumping into me. He was going faster than
he had been when he was entering me, but it was still rather slow. After a
few moments, he began to pick up the pace. It still hurt like a
motherfucker, but I was getting used to it now. I just stayed silent,
trying to get through it, pushing my asshole out to try to give him better
access. He responded by giving me a hard slap on the rear.

"You've got such a hot little butthole," Jake said hungrily. "It's so
tight, I won't last much longer. I can't wait until you take my fucking
cock like a champ. You'll be taking it as good as Charlie in no time."
Suddenly Jake's pace increased. It stung, but I knew I wanted this. I
wanted his semen inside me. It was almost a primordial need. Jake then let
out a loud growl as I clasped my asshole as tightly around his cock as I
could; I felt his cum shooting up inside me. He leaned his head against the
back of my shoulder, nuzzling me breathlessly. It felt unbelievable, almost
distracting me from the sharp sting in my behind.

"Get dressed," he said lowly. "We'll be doing this again soon. And I won't
be holding back next time." I shuddered.

On my way out of Jake and Charlie's house, I passed by Alison, Jake's
mother. She was sitting on the couch, eyeing me wordlessly. My heart was
beating as I passed by her, unsure if I should say anything to her. As I
was reaching the front door, I could swear I saw her wink at me, knowingly.