Date: Thu, 26 Nov 2009 10:22:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon T. <t_jon15@yahoo.com>
Subject: Who's Fucking My Boy? Chapter 1

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 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 An additional note: I do not advocate
for incest, sex with underage boys or girls, or for unsafe sex. I
personally find bare sex to be more interesting, but I beg of you to use a
condom if you are having anal sex with an actual live person. AIDS is very
real and is not to be taken lightly.

Who's Fucking My Boy? Chapter 1

It was that deliriously giddy time in northeast Ohio called spring on a
glorious Thursday afternoon. Mark Johnson and his son Jamie approached the
door of his pediatrician's office. Jamie had just turned 12 years old.

Recently Mark noticed Jamie seemed to be under the weather, lacking in
energy. He also seemed to have difficulty sitting down. There were times
when he actually moaned when sitting. Mark had asked him what might be the
problem, and he refused to talk about it. He would not even acknowledge
there might be a problem. The only thing Mark could think of to do was to
take him to see his doctor.

Mark was 39 and a very busy insurance agent. He really didn't have time for
this appointment, but it was pretty much up to him to get the boys to
doctor's appointments. His wife Angela had done something remarkable the
previous year - she was elected to the Ohio State Senate. Her interest in
politics had come out of the blue. She had served as president of her PTA
and had done such a good job, her friends encouraged her to apply her
skills for the good of the entire community. Her innate campaign skills
combined with natural beauty, an effervescent yet down-to-earth
personality, and centrist views had won her the seat, much to the surprise
of many political pundits. She was seen as a rising political force for
whom the sky was the limit. The only problem, really, was that her duties
took her away from home to Columbus for prolonged periods of time. Mark was
proud of her, but dealing with the demands of the situation had been a real
challenge.

Mark and Angela had three sons, Michael who was 16, almost 17, at the time,
David who was 14, and Jamie. Mark had his hands full between trying to keep
up with the business and taking care of the boys. Fortunately, Mark's
cousin Andrew was helping out with the house and the boys. He had moved
into the guest bedroom. Mark provided him with room and board and paid him
a small stipend.  He was there when they got home from school and was
around when Mark had evening appointments or had to work on the
weekends. He also helped out with the house and yard work and was able to
throw together a good meal.

Andrew, at 29, was a musician who seemed to have a hard time settling
down. He supported himself playing the piano at clubs or for parties. He
also taught a few lessons at a nearby music store in the early
afternoons. Mark's ability to help Andrew out and give him a place to be
was greatly needed, and certainly the help he provided to Mark had become
indispensable. Andrew seemed to have a good relationship with each of the
boys. Even though he was, for all intents and purposes, a live-in nanny,
neither he nor the boys viewed it in that light. He was more like an
authoritative big brother.

Mark paused in front of Dr. Anderson's door and put his arm around Jamie's
shoulders. "Is there anything you want to tell me before we go in?" Mark
asked him gently. Jamie was not like his older brothers. Mike and David
were blonde, blue-eyed, tall for their ages, handsome, and very
athletic. Their hair and eyes came from their mother. Jamie took more after
his dad in terms of his coloring. Mark had a full head of carefully groomed
dark hair. At about 5'11", he was intense, smooth, with a slender, natural
build, indicative of good genes. Like his dad, Jamie was thin, dark-haired
and brown-eyed. Where Michael and David had matured quite young and were
muscular and, from all appearances, all lusty, girl-crazy boy, Jamie was
small for his age and seemed nowhere near puberty. He was showing a lot of
talent for music, paying the trumpet in the school band and taking piano
lessons. He and Andrew had music in common which made them closer.

Jamie looked up at Mark with sad brown eyes, and said, "No, Dad. There's
nothing wrong. I don't know why you insisted on bringing me here."

"Jamie, there's obviously something going on. You haven't been yourself
lately, and I'm very concerned. Your mother would kill me if there was
something really wrong and I wasn't on top of it. Dr. Anderson will look
you over, and we'll be done in a flash."

Jamie shrugged his shoulders and sighed. Mark didn't understand Jamie's
attitude. Jamie liked Dr. Anderson, and he had never been one to complain
about routine visits to the doctor. And he couldn't pretend that he was at
100%. Something else was going on here that Mark couldn't put his finger
on.

Mark patted Jamie's shoulder and opened the door to Dr. Anderson's
suite. They were his last appointment of the day due to Mark's work
schedule and Jamie's after-school band practice. Andrew had offered to
bring him, but Mark felt he needed to be there so he could talk to the
doctor.

Don Anderson was an old friend of Mark's from college days. They had been
roommates at one point and belonged to the same fraternity. They parted
company upon graduation. Mark was surprised years later to find Don had
achieved his goal of becoming a doctor. He had set up his pediatric
practice just a mile or so from Mark and Angela's Lakewood home. He had
been a huge help to the family as the boys were growing up. Michael was now
seeing a sports doctor he had been referred to by one of his coaches at
Lakewood West High School. David and Jamie were still Don's patients.

Don's office staff had already left for the day. His nurse, Ruth, a kind
middle-aged black woman who was well known to the family, came out and
greeted them. "Hello, Mr. Johnson. Hi, Jamie. The doctor is ready for
you. I'll take you back." Ruth led them through a doorway into the office's
treatment area. "Jamie, you know the drill. You can go behind that curtain
to change, but we'll need you in a gown," she said.

Jamie was not happy. "Do I have to?"

Ruth smiled and said, "Yes, I'm afraid so. Gentlemen, I've got to leave a
few minutes early today. If there's nothing else, I'll see you the next
time."

"Thanks, Ruth. Have a good evening," Mark responded. Ruth left the
room. Jamie had picked up the gown and was looking at it disgustedly. Mark
remarked, "Well, you know, if you just want to be naked, you don't have to
put that on. It's up to you. The doctor's seen you naked many times, and so
have I. " Jamie glared at his dad and strode behind the curtain. Mark sat
down on a nearby chair. In moments, Don came through the door. He reached
for Mark's hand and gave it a good shake as Mark stood.

"Hi, Mark. Good to see you! Where's our patient?"

"He's back there changing. Not at all happy about it."

Don was dressed in green scrubs. He was a handsome man, about six feet
tall. A red-head with a full head of hair, a neatly trimmed beard and a
muscular hairy chest, he had played varsity soccer in college and was still
in great physical condition. He picked up Jamie's records from where Ruth
had left them on the counter. "Why are you here today?"

Mark started to answer him, but just then Jamie stepped out from around the
curtain. He obviously had taken everything off and was standing there
bare-footed with his hand clasping the gown in the back.  Don was still
looking at Mark. "You were saying?"

"Oh, yes. He just doesn't seem to be himself - no energy. And something's
going on with his backside."

"For God's sake, Dad," Jamie exclaimed.

Mark shot Jamie a warning glance. Don smiled at both of them. "I'll look
him over. Why don't you have a seat in the waiting room? It shouldn't take
but a few minutes." At that, Mark made his way back out to the waiting
room.

Don waited until Mark was out the door and the door was firmly shut behind
him. "OK, young man. Hop up here on the examining table and we'll see
what's happening. Something going on with your backside? I wonder what that
could be."

Jamie shed his gown and eagerly took his place on the examining
table."Yeah, Doc. I've been fucked twice today." He lay on his back and
grabbed his legs behind the knees, pulling them back so Don could get a
clear look at his anus. Jamie's cock, large for his age at a sturdy five
inches, was rigid. Instead of being shocked, Don just looked at Jamie with
a fatherly smile. Jamie was a gorgeous boy, almost angelic looking. Jamie
reached down and spread his ass cheeks even further. "Look, I'll bet you
can see some cum." Sure enough, a few drops seeped from Jamie's reddened,
hungry-looking hole as he spoke.

Don leaned down and licked the drops off, smacking his lips. "Who was it
this time?"

"The school janitor was one of them."

"You mean that big black guy?"

"Well, both the janitors are big and black, but this one is Jack, the
bigger of the two. He's got at least 11 inches. It hurt so good!"

With that, the good doctor kicked his crocs off and dropped his
pants. Since his scrubs were so light, it only took a tug at the hips. He
wasn't wearing underwear, so his cock was exposed, a thick 7-inch uncut
beauty that was already throbbing and dripping precum. He was instantly
turned on by the sight of this boy's prepubescent ass. It never
failed. Jamie's hands returned to the backs of his knees. Don leaned down
and placed his lips on Jamie's asshole. He tongued the hole lovingly and
was rewarding with a nice sampling of Jack's ample cumload.

Jamie watched him between his legs with a big smile on his face. He spoke
up. "Don't suck it out. Fuck me!"

Don smiled gleefully at Jamie. He sucked Jamie's cock into his mouth for a
few seconds causing the boy to shiver. Then he grabbed Jamie by the
shoulders and pulled him to the edge of the examining table. He was just
tall enough that his cock was at the exact right level. Without further
ado, he spat on his hand, coated his cock in saliva, and sank it in one
stroke into Jamie's welcoming ass. They both groaned.

"God, you are so hot and slick inside!" Don gasped in delight. "Gotta make
this quick - don't want your dad to get suspicious." Don sped up his
thrusts until he was almost rabbit-fucking the boy.

Jamie's eyes were closed in pleasure and lust. He opened them. "Dad is so
fucking stupid. He couldn't find his ass with a flashlight."

Don was completely involved in building up to a major orgasm. He gave Jamie
three more hard thrusts and then shuddered as his cum flew out of his cock
into Jamie's ass in five heavy spurts, leaving him gasping for breath. It
was the end of a long day, and Jamie was the third boy he had fucked, but
he could never get enough. Jamie's prostate had been hammered, and he
responded with an intense dry orgasm of his own.

Still gasping, Jamie expressed his disappointed. "You're really quick on
the trigger today. I wanted it to last longer!"

"Your dad is sitting right outside that door. Had to make it fast. And
don't be so hard on him. He's a good man, and not nearly so stupid as you
seem to think he is. Now get your clothes on. Hold on just one moment."
Jamie's ass was still on display. Don leaned down and gave it several good
licks to clean off the cum that was seeping from Jamie's well-fucked
hole. "Clinch your butt, or you'll make a big mess in your pants. You'll
have to tell me the rest of your adventures when I see you on Saturday."

"Right, Doc." Jamie jumped down from the table and gave the good doctor a
peck on the cheek. He grabbed the gown from off the floor, and went behind
the curtain again.

Don thought of something. "Jamie - your hole really is looking quite
irritated. I'm giving you some ointment to rub on it before you go to bed
each night. It's only for the outside - don't use it as lube!"

Jamie chuckled from behind the curtain. "Got it. Thanks, Doc!'

Don took a couple of paper towels, wiped his brow, and then carefully
cleaned his cock of saliva, cum, and Jamie's ass juices. He pulled his
scrubs up and slipped back into his crocs. Then he stepped to the
door. "Mark? We're done. Come on in."

Mark stepped into the treatment room. Despite the office's very efficient
air filtration system, there was a faint but tantalizing odor in the air
that he couldn't place. "What's going on with Jamie, Don?"

"It's hard to say, Mark. The thing with his butt could be a food allergy or
perhaps an allergy to laundry detergent. His anus is definitely somewhat
inflamed, and there's also a bit of a rash. I'm giving you a couple of
samples. One is an ointment he can spread around his anus before going to
bed. It should help the irritation clear up. I'm also giving you some
vitamins that are specially formulated for boys getting ready to make a
growth spurt. That may be why his energy level is low. The vitamins should
help. You can get them at the drug store if you want more. Also, make sure
he's getting enough rest. If none of it helps, we'll need to do some blood
work, but we'll try this first."  Don located the samples in a cabinet, put
them into a sack and handed them to Mark. "I showed him how to put the
ointment on. He should be able to do it for himself." Mark was relieved at
that.

At that moment, Jamie stepped out from behind the curtain. His clothing was
in place, but his appearance set off an alarm in Mark. If anything, he
looked more tired than he had when they came in, and his face was
flushed. "Don? Is he OK?"

"He's fine, Mark. Don't worry. Just feed him a good supper and make sure he
gets to bed on time," Don replied. He patted Mark on the shoulder and shook
his hand.

Mark and Jamie made their way out of the office.  "Thanks, Don. See you the
next time," Mark said as they left. Mark and Jamie were silent as they
approached Mark's shiny new Chevrolet Tahoe. He beeped the doors open and
they climbed in. Not much had happened to assuage Mark's concerns. He knew
Don was a good doctor, but something still didn't feel right. He didn't
know how to approach it with Jamie, so he decided to let it ride.

As they sped home west on I-90, Mark asked, "Well, how was school today?"

"Pretty much like it is every day. The band sounded good. I got a B+ on my
history test."

"What? You usually get As in history."

"This was about the Revolutionary War. I got a couple of the battles mixed
up."

"Oh, OK. What chair are you sitting in band?"

"I challenged up. I'm now second."

"Wow, that's great for a seventh grader! I'm proud of you!"

Jamie could be sullen about some things, but he loved music and was proud
of his accomplishments in band.  He was genuinely pleased at the praise. He
smiled at his father. "Thanks, Dad."

Mark reached over and tousled his hair. "You'll have to tell your mother
the next time she calls."

They arrived at the sprawling ranch style house they called home. Mark
tapped the remote control for the garage. Years of practice translated into
perfect timing. He didn't have to stop, pulling into the garage just as the
door cleared the top of the SUV. They climbed out of the vehicle and
stepped through the door into the kitchen. Andrew was stirring a steaming
pot on the stove. Jamie headed for his room while Mark paused in the
kitchen. Andrew smiled at him. "You're just in time. Dinner is almost
ready." Instead of his usual shorts and tank top, he was dressed in slacks
and a polo shirt.

"What are we having?" Mark inquired.

"Spaghetti, salad, and garlic bread."

"Not to complain, but that's the second time this week for that."

"Sorry - I had a meeting for a wedding reception I'm playing for. It ran a
bit late. I was planning meatloaf for tonight." Andrew had perfected his
mother's recipe for perfect meatloaf, and it was one of their favorite
meals. "I'll do that tomorrow."

"Something to look forward to."

"I changed up the sauce tonight - mushroom instead of meat," Andrew
replied.

"Sounds good!"

Andrew was a handsome, lanky young man, about 5'10" with thick, longish,
carefully styled brown hair, a closely trimmed goatee and mustache,
sparkling blue eyes, and a brilliant smile. He worked out but did not
strive for a ripped appearance. He was satisfied with a natural
musculature. Andrew knew he was good looking and used it to his advantage
in his work as a musician. He was a huge favorite with the ladies. At his
club gigs, his tip jar was always full by evening's end. Oddly enough, he
didn't seem terribly interested in dating any of the ladies who found him
so appealing though many came onto him outrageously.

He put the lid back on the pot and said to Mark, "Could you watch the
stove? I'm going to go change out of these clothes before I mess them
up. I'll be right back." Mark nodded agreement. He stepped to the sink,
reached for a glass in the cupboard above it, and filled it with water.

Andrew strode out of the room and hurried down the hall. Instead of
proceeding to his room at the end of the hall, he stopped at Jamie's closed
door. He gave it a light rap. "Can I come in?" he said softly.

"Sure," Jamie replied. Andrew stepped into the room. Jamie was naked and
was lying on his side on his bed. He looked like he was resting, but the
fingers of his left hand were busy with his butt. He was fingering his
anus, coaxing cum out of it and licking it off his fingers when he got
some.

Andrew grinned. "You are such a slut. How many times today?"

"Three. Two at school and then Dr. Anderson."

"Who were the ones at school?"

"One of the janitors, and Mr. Holmes, my art teacher."

"Quick - let me take a look."

Jamie rolled onto his stomach and then got his knees under him, putting his
ass up. He put his cheek to the mattress and also his shoulders. That had
the effect of spreading his asshole.

Andrew looked at it appreciatively. "What a lovely sight. I wish I had time
to fuck you silly right now."

Jamie raised up and looked at Andrew over his shoulder. "What's stopping
you?"

"I've got to change and get back to the kitchen."

Just then they heard running feet in the hall. They stopped outside Jamie's
door. "What's going on in there?" It was Michael. He stepped through the
door and closed it behind him before either of them could answer.

Andrew said, "Get in here. You need to clean this boy up. He's kind of a
mess. Show him, Jamie." Jamie stuck his behind back into the air. He pushed
and cum began to seep from his hole. Michael was delighted. Fresh cum out
of a boy's butt was his favorite thing. He jumped onto the bed, put his
face to Jamie's ass, and began licking eagerly.

"Yummy! How many loads?"

"Three," Jamie and Andrew spoke at the same time and then both
chuckled. Michael continued to lick.

"I'll leave you to your fun. Dinner is in about 15 minutes." Andrew stepped
into the hallway, carefully closing the door behind him, and hurried to his
room. He stripped off the slacks and shirt, taking time to carefully hang
them in the closet. He loved going commando, but his cock was half-hard
after the events in Jamie's room. He reached into his gym bag and pulled
out his favorite jock strap and slipped it on. Then he threw on a Cleveland
State sweatshirt and some running shorts. He slipped into some flip-flops
and headed back to the kitchen.

Mark was waiting for him. He helped Andrew finish up the meal preparation
and set the dining room table for dinner. As they did this, he filled
Andrew in on the visit to Dr. Anderson's office, not knowing that Andrew
knew certain facts about Jamie's condition that he didn't.

Meanwhile, Michael positioned himself on his back on Jamie's bed. Jamie
stood over him and lowered his ass onto Mike's face. Mike was in
heaven. Jamie pushed and the cum began flowing. Mike licked and sucked and
used his fingers to spread Jamie's hole wider to encourage more cum to
flow.

Jamie leaned forward and quickly unbuttoned Mike's shorts. Mike lifted his
hips, permitting Jamie to push them down far enough to get access to Mike's
cock, a thick, perfectly formed, 7-inch cut beauty. He was hard as a
brickbat. Jamie ran his fingers through Mike's luxuriant blonde bush.

Grabbing Mike's sturdy cock at the base, he licked the head of it which was
flowing with pre-cum. "I was so horny at school today! Suck it, little
brother," Mike hissed. He had gotten all the cum he was going to get, so he
moved backwards so Jamie would have easier access to his cock. "Suck it!
Make me cum!"

Jamie knew they only had a few minutes, so he vigorously sucked his
brother's cock, using his tongue and lips to drive Mike crazy. "You are so
good at that! Suck me!" Mike began hunching upwards into his brother's
face. Jamie was deep-throating his brother with each thrust. Jamie was
still over Mike's torso, so Mike reached up and played with Jamie's
dick. Jamie had had several dry orgasms that day. He couldn't wait until he
could shoot cum with the big boys. It took only a minute or two until Mike
was shooting a rich cum load into his brother's mouth. Jamie swallowed
greedily. Mike caught his breath and said, "Thanks, bro!"

As though perfectly timed, they heard Andrew call out, "Dinner's on!" Jamie
made sure Mike's cock was licked clean of cum. He then hurried to his
dresser to put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Mike grabbed a tissue,
wiped his softening cock with it, and then his mouth with a second
tissue. He jumped off the bed and pulled up his shorts. They were both
hungry, so they dashed to the dining room.

As they approached, David came through the front door. He had had a late
soccer practice. A friend's father had given him a ride home. He dropped
his backpack in the front hallway and proceeded to the dining room where a
delicious meal was spread out on the table. The family sat down to eat.