Date: Thu, 31 Dec 2009 09:49:10 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon T. <t_jon15@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Influence - Chapter 5

This is a work of fiction - these characters exist only in my fevered
imagination. This story features sex between adults and willing minors,
both family and non-family members. If you're not into that or if you are
not of an age to be reading X-rated stories, please go elsewhere. If you
wish to provide feedback, you can contact me at t_jon15@yahoo.com. Thanks
to the guys who have written. The feedback has been interesting, with lots
of food for thought, and all positive, which I really like!

An additional note: I do not advocate for incest. I see where it can be a
beautiful thing, but I really am not suggesting that anyone engage in it. I
also am not in favor of sex with underage boys or girls or unsafe sex. I
personally find bare sex to be more interesting and conducive to fantasy,
but I beg of you: use a condom if you are having anal sex with an actual
live person. HIV/AIDS is very real and is not to be taken lightly.

Bad Influence - Chapter 5

	I could not believe what I was hearing. I kept my eyes closed
hoping I had imagined it. But I had not. When I opened my eyes, there was
Mickey standing in the doorway between the living room and the dining room,
pointing at Mark and me.

	Mark leaped to his feet. I thought he was going to cross the room
and slug his best friend. I had never before seen his face contorted with
rage, but on this night, I did. "God damn it, Mickey! You FUCKING bastard!"
Mark was shaking in his anger. "How DARE you!" He turned on his heel and
ran up the stairs. He slammed the door to his room so hard, the pictures on
the walls downstairs rattled.

	Mickey was completely crestfallen. I sat up on the sofa and looked
at him. "How did you get in?"

	Mickey was almost in tears. "Someone left the garage door open. I
came in through the kitchen." Though I didn't like it, Mickey had done this
before. He slumped into an armchair near the door, seemingly totally
defeated. "Why is he so mad? I think it's totally cool that you're
fucking!"

	"You know the front door has a doorbell. We could have avoided this
whole scene if you had used it!" I didn't feel he was owed an explanation
regarding Mark's feelings, but I tried. "I think I know why Mark is so
upset. This just started. It's brand new for us. I know he's been fucking
around with you for a long time. But I've never done anything like this in
my life." I felt a wave of my own anger pass over me. "He just wanted it to
be new, and ours, just a little bit longer."

	Now tears began to stream down Mickey's cheeks. "I'm so sorry! All
I ever do is fuck things up!" He stood and turned as though he was leaving.

	"How did you get here?"

	"I drove my car."

	"Did Mark tell me correctly that your license has been suspended?

	Mickey's shoulders slumped. "Yeah. He probably also told you I got
suspended from school today. I really am a total fuck-up."

	"No, he didn't tell me about school. Sit down. We'll drive you home
later."

	"Why would you do that? You hate me!"

	"No one hates you. And if you get stopped again, you'll only think
you've been in trouble up to here. Sit down, I said." I was suddenly aware
that I was still naked. I decided I wasn't going to worry about it. Mickey
had seen everything already. Mickey sat back down in the chair and was
wiping his eyes. Suddenly it was as though he was seeing me for the first
time.

	He managed a wan smile. "You are one fucking hot dude!"

	"Now there are two who think that."

	"I've always thought Mark is fucking gorgeous. But he doesn't hold
a candle to you."

	"Give him some time. He's only 16, remember."

	"Aren't you going to get dressed?"

	"You want me to?"

	"Fuck no!"

	"OK, then I won't." Mickey was dressed in a pair of shorts and a
tank top that both seemed a size too small.  "You're about to bust out of
those clothes. Want to take them off?" I don't know what possessed me to
say that, but I somehow knew this night was far from over. My cock had
begun to plump up again.

	Mickey looked confused but was obviously up for it. He was naked in
a flash. The nipple rings and the PA glistened in the light. He sat back
down in the chair, fondling his dick, waiting to see what was going to
happen next. I watched as his cock began a slow rise. I looked down and saw
that the circumstance was causing a similar rise from my groin. I looked up
at Mickey and gestured for him to come over to me. He actually looked a bit
frightened as he got to his feet. I was becoming aware of the power I
seemed to have over him, and I found it to be exhilarating.

	Mickey walked over and fell onto his knees in front of me. I
reached out and stroked his hair. He reached out towards my cock. As he
took hold of it, I put my hand over his. I knew then that I would always
love this boy. It was as though he had given me a new lease on life. I
would do whatever I could to help him, and I would be fiercely protective
of him.

	"You are fucking awesome!" he murmured, beginning to gently stroke
my cock with his right hand and reaching out to stroke my chest with his
left. I felt a surge and was afraid I was going to cum on the spot. I stood
up and pulled him to his feet.

	"We need to go up to talk to Mark." I kissed him gently and pulled
him towards the steps. We went up hand in hand.

	"He's so pissed at me! What can I do? He's my only friend!"

	"It's going to be all right. He loves you. And we both owe you
everything."  We stopped in front of Mark's door. I tried the doorknob and
was relieved to find he hadn't locked it. I rapped on it. "Mark. Can we
come in?"

	I was surprised when Mark opened the door. "What the fuck is he
doing here?  And why is he naked? Make him leave! Fucking dickhead!"

	"Now, now. Is that any way to talk to our fan club? Can we come
in?"

	Mark silently turned on his heel and sank onto his bed. He put his
head in his hands. Mickey sat next to him and tried to put his arm around
his shoulders. Mark shrugged it off. "Leave me alone!"

	Mickey looked like he might start crying again. "Mark - I'm so
sorry. I wasn't thinking at all. I just had to know what was going on."

	"What made you think anything was going on?"

	"I don't know. I just thought it was time."

	Mark shook his head. "You are such an asshole." He said it without
anger, with a sense of resignation.

	I sat down at Mark's left side and spoke up. "Mark, I think I know
why you were so upset. I feel the same way. We needed more time, just the
two of us. Mickey knows that now. But, you know, we owe him a lot. This
would never have happened without him - without what happened Saturday
night and without everything you've been doing together." I stopped, trying
to form my thoughts. Neither Mark nor Mickey jumped in, so I continued. "I
still have mixed feelings about you having sex with his father. But what's
done is done." I reached out and put my hand on Mark's knee. "We can either
sit around and be hurt and angry, or we can have some fun."

	Mark looked at me as though I was insane. "What the fuck -" I
stopped him by kissing him on the mouth.

	"Come on, baby boy. Fuck me."

	"With him here?"

	"Oh yeah, absolutely. And then I'll fuck him."

	Mickey looked like a kid in a candy store. Mark continued to look
at me like I was nuts. Then he looked at Mickey. "You don't deserve
this. You're a freaking jerk asshole!"

	"Yeah, I am. But if you'll do this, I promise to behave for at
least five minutes!" Mickey grinned his most endearing goofy grin at Mark.

	"You fuckhead." By now Mark was smiling in spite of himself. He
looked from Mickey to me and back again and then draped an arm over each of
our shoulders. "OK, Daddy-O. Get your ass up here! I'm gonna fuck you to
Ashtabula and back!"

	They both stood so I could position myself on the bed. Mickey
grabbed Mark and pulled him into an enormous hug. They kissed as I'm sure
they had done many times before. Mickey ran his fingers through Mark's
hair. "I love you, you know. You're the best friend I've ever had in my
life." He kissed Mark again and then fell to his knees, stuffing Mark's
cock into his mouth. Mark shook his head and then began to gently fuck his
cock in and out of Mickey's face. It was a very hot sight to see.

	I swung my legs around, laid on my back with a pillow under my
head, and lifted my legs. I began to finger my butthole. "Hey, guys - want
to chow down on this?" Mickey had done good work on Mark's cock. It was
standing tall, ready for action. They both climbed onto the bed. I spread
my hole for them. The first one to go in was Mark. He kissed my cheeks a
few times, fingering my hole, and then put his mouth up to it. I got chills
as I felt him go to work with his tongue and lips. Meanwhile, Mickey
grabbed my cock and went down on me. He was snorting with pleasure and
lust. I fucked upwards into his mouth. I didn't care if I came or not - I
figured I was good for two or three loads that night. I felt free and ready
to rock and roll. But Mark didn't let it get that far.  He reached over and
grabbed Mickey's neck.

	"Get down here! Eat out my dad!" Mickey was more than glad to
comply. He dived in with gusto. I could feel his tongue penetrate my
hole. I was surprised that he was able to stick about half of it in. It was
a wild feeling. While Mickey tongue-fucked me, Mark stood up and retrieved
some lube from a shelf in his closet. He began to carefully lube his thick
eight-inch cock. He handed the lube to Mickey. "Here - make yourself
useful!" Mickey squeezed a large amount onto his fingers and began to
finger-fuck me with the lube. Between the rimming and the lube, I was more
than ready. I was really excited about getting fucked once again by my
son. And to have an audience was, as far as I was concerned, icing on the
cake.

	Mark pushed Mickey out of the way and climbed onto the bed between
my lifted legs. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he moved in. I felt
the mushroom head of his beautiful cock touch my hole. In seconds, he had
popped in and was inexorably moving towards being in to the hilt. I was in
some pain, but incredibly turned on.

	"You OK, Dad?" Mark asked as he hit bottom.

	"Yeah, son! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!"

	Mark needed no further encouragement. He began to fuck me with
strong, even strokes. Mickey stood next to the bed, eyes trained on Mark's
rapidly moving cock, jacking his rigid cock with an ecstatic look on his
face. "That is so fucking hot! Fuck him, Mark! Fuck him hard!" Mark smirked
at Mickey and began speeding up his thrusts. By now, I was feeling nothing
but pure pleasure.

	I signaled to Mickey by waving my cock at him. Mickey got the
message and knelt by the bed, leaning over so he could suck my dick. There
was enough movement that it was not easy for him, but he gave it his best
shot. After a minute or two of it, he moved up to my chest, rubbing the
hair with one hand while he tweaked my nipples with the other. Then he
began licking and chewing on my tits, first one and then the other. Mark
was deeply into his fuck. I was on overload. I was jacking my cock with one
hand and had the other hand on Mickey's head. I encouraged him to come on
up to my face. We kissed ecstatically while Mark continued to drill my
hungry ass.

	Mark had been fucking with his eyes closed, but he opened them and
saw what we were doing. He nudged Mickey's shoulder. Mickey moved to the
side once more. Mark moved my legs to his shoulders. He had to bend me
almost in half to do it, but he was able to get to my mouth where we
kissed, dueled with our tongues, and traded spit. I wrapped my arms around
his back and hugged him to me.

	He continued to fuck me hard, and then he began to gasp. I knew the
signs. He was going to cum at any second. He had been pounding my prostate
mercilessly, and I was very close myself. He pulled away slightly, so I
grabbed my cock and jacked it a few times. As a huge load sprayed all over
my stomach and chest, I could feel Mark bathing my insides with his rich
cum. Suddenly we were both being showered with Mickey's copious load. It
seemed the PA didn't interfere with his ability to cum in the least. Seeing
cum drip off the ring was a total turn-on. We were groaning and crying out
with the pleasure of our climaxes. Mark fell into my arms as his depleted
cock slipped out of my ass. We kissed fervently. Mickey got on his knees
beside the bed, and it became a 3-way kiss.

	"Wow! That was amazing! How many times have you done this?"

	"That was only the second," I answered him.

	"You looked like you'd been doing it or years!"

	Mark was licking cum off my upper arms and chest. Mickey joined him
as they did a great job of cleaning me off. Mickey licked Mark's back and
shoulders where his cum had landed. He smacked his lips with great
satisfaction. Then he kissed Mark with love and affection. It seemed as
though they were well on their way to mending their friendship.

	"OK - is it my turn, Mr. R?"

	"I think you can call me Mike now! I'm going to need a few minutes
to regroup, but I'm definitely fucking you, mister! How about we go
downstairs and get something to drink? Maybe I can order some pizza."

	"Sounds great!" Mark and Mickey said almost in unison. Mark and I
moved off the bed.

	Mickey had gone into Mark's bathroom to pee. Before we moved away
from the bed, I took Mark into my arms and gave him a fervent
kiss. "Thanks, baby. That was wonderful!"

	"Lots more where that came from! I could fuck you twenty-four hours
a day!"

	"My asshole would fall out if you did that, but it sure would be
fun!" We kissed again and then went out the door, Mark leading with me
following, my hands on his bare shoulders, my half-erect cock flopping
against his butt. Mickey stepped out of the bathroom and slapped me on the
butt. I reached and gave his cock a squeeze. He kissed both Mark and me,
and we all went down the stairs to continue this most unusual Monday
evening.