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.