Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 14:50:27 -0400 From: Brian Jeremy <dad4boys18@gmail.com> Subject: Mitchs Dad Part 2 The following story is fictional; however, if you'd like to see who the characters are based on or if you have any feedback, send me an email at dad4boys18@gmail.com. Mitch woke up to a banging on his bedroom door. "Come in!" He yelled, sitting up in bed. His dad entered, looking serious, but excited. "Your mom's left for the weekend. Come down to my room Ð we need to have a talk. Don't bother getting dressed." Without waiting for a response, his dad left and stomped down the stairs. Mitch, thinking he and his dad were going to have some fun, couldn't help but feel his 6" morning wood grow even bigger. Pulling the covers off himself to reveal his toned, slim frame covered only by his navy checked boxers, Mitch rubbed his eyes, smoothed down his long, tussled hair as best he could, and followed his dad downstairs. When he entered his parents' bedroom, he was surprised to see that his dad was standing in front of the bed, talking with his boss, Mr. Jones. A larger man and dressed in a relaxed-fit, black suit, Mr. Jones looked imposing, even sitting down across from his dad. Mitch's dad turned to his son, "Now Mitch, things are getting tight around here, and the fact that your teenage appetite is eating us out of house and home doesn't help things. You're 17 now, it's time you start contributing." "Contributing? How?" Mitch asked naively, unaware of the growing hard on inside Mr. Jones' pants. "Well, Mr. Jones has offered to give me a raise if you do him someÉfavors." "F-favors? Like what?" Mitch asked, starting to get nervous. "It's probably better if we just show the kid," Mr. Jones said impatiently, and with that he got up, grabbed Mitch by the hair, and bent him over the side of the bed. Mitch's dad laughed, and sat down to enjoy the show. Howling, Mitch could feel Mr. Jones's cock rub up against his scantily clad ass, and the boy never felt so vulnerable. His boxers offered little protection from Mr. Jones' perverted lust, so Mr. Jones quickly ripped them off, hauled out his 8" dripping cock, and rammed it into the teenager's tight little cunt. Mitch screamed in pain at the sudden, dry intrusion. "Oh yeahhhh so fucking tight and warm. This ass was made to be fucked," Mr. Jones sneered obscenely. With that, he began pounding away on the helpless boy's ass, pulling his hair to keep him totally submissive. Mitch screamed and sobbed as he was fucked like a common whore. "Dad! Please! Please help me!" he begged. His dad only laughed and pulled out his own leaking cock and started stroking it. Mitch couldn't believe how much it hurt, and was embarrassed that the man's thrusts were hitting his sweet spot, causing his own cock to hard and start dripping, leaving a small pool of boycum on the bed. "You better make your boy shut up, I hate it when a bitch starts crying," said Mr. Jones, and with that he yanked extra hard on Mitch's hair, pulling the boy's head back and making him scream. Mitch's dad took the opportunity to thrust his own dick down his son's throat. "Mmm that's sweet boy. You like daddy's cock, don't you?" Mitch gagged and choked as he felt his dad's cock ram down his throat, leaving a trail of precum on the boy's tongue every time he pulled almost all the way out. Then he'd thrust back in, sinking his tool into down his son's warm, unwilling throat. Now that Mitch's dad was working over his mouth, Mr. Jones paid extra attention to the teen's cunt. Mitch's hole was tighter than any other Mr. Jones had fucked, including his teenaged nephew, who had slept over one night while Mr. Jones' alcoholic brother was divorcing his wife. Remembering how the 15 year old kid squirmed and struggled as he lost his virginity to the one man he thought he could trust only made Mr. Jones harder. He grabbed both his large hands onto Mitch's slim hips and began slamming away. He could feel the boy trying to escape his torment under him, struggling and writhing, but the two men had easily overpowered him, so now the boy's struggles were just pleasuring Mr. Jones, making him want more. Reaching under Mitch, Mr. Jones found a pleasant surprise. "Dave, it looks like your son's a regular faggot Ð the bitch is hard!" Leaning down to Mitch he whispered, "you're fucking loving this aren't you. A real slut for cock. I always knew you wanted it, from the first time I saw you in your dad's office, in your basketball tank top and those teasing little running shorts. Well, this is what little teases get." He then pulled out all of his cock except the head and rammed it back into the boy, causing Mitch to scream around his father's cock. Mitch's dad could feel his balls boiling. He'd always wanted to see his cocky son get taught a lesson, and now that the kid was being ass raped by his father's boss, Dave couldn't take it anymore. He pulled out, slapped his weeping cock a couple times on his son's tear-stained face, and then exploded all over the boy, covering his flushed cheeks and full lips with his jizz. Seeing the boy reduced to a cum-covered slut drove Mr. Jones wild. Not able to hold it in any longer he creamed up the boy's cunt, filling him up with his hot man juice. Zipping up, Mr. Jones shook Dave's hand. "Thanks man, I owe you one." The two men walked out of the room, laughing and chatting, leaving their used bitch still draped over the bed.