Date: Mon, 08 Apr 2002 23:43:29 +0000
From: To Shy To Say <to_shy_to_say@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Best Friend Pete (and his dad): Part 2

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My Best Friend Pete (and his dad): Part 2
By Jake McKenzie

"Wow!" I commented over the computer. "That is pretty fucking incredible."

"Yea, but," he left the message at that.

"But what?" I asked

"There's more."

"More? You mean that wasn't it?"

"Not exactly."

"What do you mean, 'Not exactly'?"

"Well, he came into my room this morning." He just stopped there. What an
impeccable sense of timing the kid had.

"Well, what the fuck happened?" I typed in capitals. He continued with his
recounting of what had happened that very morning.

He had been asleep in his bed, totally passed out from last night's
goings-on. As normal he was naked underneath the green comforter that was on
his bed. It was the only sheet he had on his bed, the others had been
haphazardly splayed across the floor. It was never tucked in so his feet
stuck out. He had a flimsy matching pillow. He was lying on his stomach,
with his left arm hanging off the side of the single bed. The sun was just
coming up. It was hidden behind the dark green blinds that covered the only
window in his second floor bedroom, but some light trickled through the
holes in the rigging and through the top slats, which never completely
closed.

He didn't hear his door as it creaked open. Nor did he hear the person who
walked into his room. He didn't hear his alarm clock being turned off. It
wouldn't go off later in the morning, waking him up in time for school. He
also missed hearing the door being pulled closed and the light sound of it
clicking as it was pulled shut.

At nine in the morning, the door creaked open again. Just as before, Pete
didn't hear the intruder enter his bedroom. He was still lost in sleep. He
was mildly awoken when the person sat down on the bed next to him. You know,
the feeling of knowing there's someone there without having to look. He then
felt his comforter sliding off of his shoulders. He could hear heavy
breathing from the person sitting right next to him and the warmth of their
body heat.

He felt a hand on his neck, slowly rubbing his muscles. It worked on his
neck for a few seconds and then moved down between his shoulder blades where
it continued to massage his back. He slowly turned his head and opened his
eyes to see his dad sitting there. Not only was his dad sitting there next
to him, he was wearing nothing but his underwear. Pete was stunned. His dad
looked down at him and smiled. Pete looked up at him and his mouth opened to
speak, but he couldn't find the words.

"You liked last night, didn't you?" his dad asked him. Pete looked past his
dad and noticed that the door was open a little.

"What if mom or..." Pete was gripped by a moment of panic.

"They've already left for the day. I turned off your alarm clock" his dad
allayed his fears. Pete calmed back down and turned his head toward his
pillow again.

"What time is it?" he asked.

"Just after nine. Don't worry about school, I already called them and told
them you were sick." Pete didn't know what to do, so he just lay there,
letting his dad massage his back. He glanced at his dad's covered crotch and
quickly turned his head away again. He remembered back to last night. He had
thought for a few moments that maybe he had dreamed the whole thing. Now it
was clear to him that he had indeed sucked his own dad off last night.

His dad kept massaging his back, working his hand lower and lower. When he
got to Pete's lower back he pulled the comforter off and threw it off the
foot of the bed. His son's naked body was now fully exposed. Pete shivered
as the cool air in the room hit his uncovered lower body. His dad stood up
and slid his underwear down and stepped out of them.

"Did you like last night?" his dad asked again. Pete just lay there not
saying anything. He didn't know what to say. He felt confused. He felt as
though he shouldn't of liked it, but he knew he did. His dad casually sat
down next to him on his bed completely naked with his uncut penis jutting
out. His dad reached down and stroked his own cock a little while starring
at the naked body of his son beside him.

"Do you want me to leave?" his dad asked as stopped rubbing himself and
started massaging Pete's shoulders again. Pete shook his head slowly and
moved it so he could see his dad's groin; he was fixated with his dad's
penis, which was fully erect and moving with each beat of his heart. His dad
kept feeling Pete's skin. Rubbing his hand down his son's back, lower and
lower, until he was just above his ass again.

"I think I know what you want Piotr." his dad stated matter-of-factly. He
kept working Pete's back and with his other hand he started working his own
cock. Pete thought he was going to have to suck his cock again. He sure
wanted that cock in his mouth one more time. But Pete's dad got on top of
him and with one quick motion he gripped Pete's ass, spread it open and
plunged his cock into his virgin ass.

"Fuck!" Pete screamed out. He tried to struggle out from under his dad, but
he was held firmly in place. His dad had one hand one each of Pete's
shoulders and he pressed down with all his weight, driving his penis all the
way into his son. Pete thrashed around trying to escape the reaming his anus
was receiving, but he couldn't get away from the bulk of his father. After
struggling for a minute or so, the pain began to subside. Pete accepted his
fate and just lay there underneath his dad. His dad just stayed on top of
him for another minute or so before rising up slightly and pushing back
down.

"Dad, let me..." Peter began to say that we wanted up, but as he felt the
cock inside of him momentarily slide out, and then back in, he felt
something. It was a new sensation to him, but the feeling was incredible. He
didn't want it to stop. He wanted his dad to fuck him. The thought scared
him.

"Does it hurt anymore?" his dad asked cautiously, not knowing if son was
going to try to bolt or if he had finally decided to accept his fate. Pete
shook his head. "How about this?" His dad raised himself up a couple of
inches and then drove his cock back into Pete's ass.

"Fuck!" Pete exclaimed, a little more high pitched than before.

"Hurt?"

"No, it feels..." he hesitated, not wanting to his dad to know he was
enjoying it, "all right."

"Good," his dad smiled, "because it's going to be in there for a while." His
dad started to push and pull his cock in and out of his son's asshole at a
slow, yet steady rate. For the next twenty minutes Pete's dad forced his
swollen cock deeper and deeper into his firstborn before gently sliding it,
almost all the way out, but leaving just the head concealed inside the boy's
rectum before he would sink it back in.

"Damn..." Pete moaned, "That feels so..." his voice trailed off.

"You like this, don't you." It was more of a statement than a question. Pete
just simply nodded his head as best as he could. His dad still had a hold of
his hair with one his big paws. He wanted his dad to keep fucking him
forever, to keep pushing it into him, to keep that cock jammed up his ass.

"Fuck." Pete muttered.

"Yea, my little boy likes this doesn't he?"

"Yea, I do." The two of them lay there not speaking for the next ten minutes
while Pete's dad continued to slowly fuck his ass. Pete would moan
sporadically. His dad would grunt now and then. Other than that the only
sound in the room was the bed creaking and the air conditioning turning on
and off occasionally.

As Pete's dad approached his climax Pete had finally found a rhythm so that
he could rub his own uncut cock against his mattress so that he could get
off as well. He was hoping that they would both get off together, but Pete's
dad soon erupted in his newly broken in asshole.

"Yea son," his dad softly whispered while shooting his load, "take all of
your dad inside you."

"Damn," Pete yelled. He arched his back a little as he felt his dad's cum
being propelled inside him. He pushed back as his dad gripped his sides and
kept his dick buried deep in the boy's rectum. He kept gently pushing his
cock in as deep as he could; making sure every drop of cum he could get out
of his balls was deep in his boy's ass.

Pete kept humping his bed while his dad's climax faded. His dad pulled his
penis out and watched as some of his semen slid down between his son's legs
and into the hair around his testicles.

Pete rolled over onto his back and started jacking off while his dad sat on
the side of the bed catching his breath. He looked down at his dad's limp
cock.

"Can I suck you dad?" he asked while jacking himself.

"Not right now, you just concentrate on getting yourself off," his dad
replied.

"But..." Pete was nearing the edge, "I want to taste you." Pete then felt
the remnants of his dad's ejaculation on his testicles. He reached between
his legs, smeared his fingers through it and brought it up to his mouth. He
licked the sticky mess of his fingers. No sooner had he done that then his
cock started shooting spurt after spurt of thick white semen all over his
hairless chest.

"Damn dad, that was... fucking awesome," Pete said while trying to catch his
breath.

"Yea, it was pretty good," his dad answered, "but you need to take a shower.
I have to get ready for work and I'm taking you to school."

"But dad..."

"No 'buts' Piotr. I'll let you skip second period, but after lunch I'm
driving you to school."

"Ok," Pete mumbled, then suddenly his face lit up with a sarcastic smile,
""but haven't you driven me enough today." His dad smacked up on the leg
with his hand.

"Go get showered!" his dad said forcefully, but playfully.

"Ok dad, I will in a minute." His dad got up, grabbed his underwear off the
floor and went into his own bedroom across the hall and closed the door.
Pete watched him go and then starred at the ceiling, feeling empty now that
he didn't have his dad inside him. He knew he was going to have to start
having sex with his dad more often, he just hoped that his dad felt the same
way.

He got up and grabbed a change of clothes and went into the bathroom and
showered and got ready for school. He went downstairs and made himself
something to eat and watched a little TV. At 11:30 his dad came downstairs
dressed for work.

"Ready to go?" he asked Pete.

"Yea, I guess," Pete said, slightly dejected, thinking his dad was just
going to dismiss what they did. They went out to the garage and got in the
car. They pulled out and headed toward Pete's school.

"Hurt any?" his dad asked out nowhere. Pete shook his head and starred out
the window at nothing.

"Dad..." he started to speak but his voice trailed off. His dad either
hadn't heard him or was waiting for him to continue. They arrived in front
of Pete's school. He grabbed his backpack and got out of the car. His dad
opened his door, put one foot out and stuck his head over the roof.

"Piotr," his dad called.

"What?" Pete responded in an almost surly tone.

"Wait till you see what do tomorrow," his dad said. Pete smiled at him. His
dad smiled back. "Tomorrow" Pete said to one but himself. He smiled and ran
into school.