Date: Fri, 22 Jan 2010 19:06:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon T. <t_jon15@yahoo.com>
Subject: Who's Fucking My Boy - Chapter 10

	Mark fed Jamie one of his favorite lunchtime meals, tomato soup and
a grilled cheese sandwich. He was pleased when Jamie went to his room, set
up his portable music stand, took his trumpet out of its case, and
proceeded to practice for almost an hour. At one point, he went to Jamie's
door and peeked in. He was adorable, sitting there naked, concentrating on
his music, and playing amazingly well for one so young. He looked up and
saw his dad and smiled. Mark gave him a thumbs-up and then went back to his
room.

	Mark was still quite tired, so he was lying down and dozing when he
heard noises in the kitchen. Figuring it was Andrew, he got up to make
sure. It was indeed Andrew, dressed in his work clothes of nice slacks and
a polo shirt, moving around making preparations for dinner. Andrew sensed
movement behind him and looked around. He scanned Mark up and down and
smiled.

	"Are we running a nudist camp now?"

	"If that's what you want. You can wear clothes or strip. Makes no
difference to me. I like being naked, so as long as it's not ten below
outside, that's probably how I'll be."

	Andrew shrugged. "Sounds good to me! Be right back." Andrew walked
to his room, looking in on Jamie as he did so. Jamie had finished his
practice session and was now in his bed taking a nap. Andrew admired him,
lying naked on top of his bedspread. Not wanting to disturb him, he stepped
quietly into his own room. Kicking off his shoes, he took off his slacks
and shirt, hanging them up, and then peeled out of his bikini-style
briefs. Dropping the briefs and his socks into a hamper, he returned to the
kitchen. Mark was leaning against the counter, reading the morning
paper. He looked up when Andrew entered the room.

	"Ah! That's better, isn't it! You're looking great!"

	Andrew was suddenly embarrassed and blushed. "Thanks!" Mark looked
incredibly sexy. His big cock was visibly plumping up. Andrew was both
pleased and uncertain.

	"How is Jamie doing?"

	"I think he's fine - just really tired. I didn't help much in that
department."

	"What do you mean?"

	"I fucked him good."

	"Mark!"

	"Well, he started it."

	"He would, but he's not feeling well!"

	Mark shrugged. "He slept quite a bit, before and after. You'll be
glad to know he practiced for quite a while after lunch."

	"That's good. He's asleep right now." Andrew turned and opened the
refrigerator, bending to remove some items. Mark gave a low wolf
whistle. Andrew gave him a look and said, "And I wonder where your sons get
it from."

	"Yep, it's all from dear old dad!" Mark stepped over to where
Andrew was standing with a head of lettuce and a couple of tomatoes in his
hands. "Put those down."

	"Mark! We have to eat tonight!" Despite his protestations, he
placed the food items on the counter next to the sink. Mark put his arms
around Andrew and nuzzled his neck. Then he kissed him, gently at first,
but then with increasing demand. Mark let his hand sink to Andrew's ass. He
squeezed his ass cheek and then grazed his fingertips over Andrew's hole.

	Even as his cock was rising and he was becoming very turned on,
Andrew had mixed feelings about what was happening. He had always been
attracted to his cousin. They looked enough alike that they could be
brothers. He admired Mark's dedication to his business and to his
family. Now he was not sure how to take this new, sexually aggressive Mark.

	Mark could feel the tension and resistance. "What's wrong, baby?"

	Andrew squeezed Mark's upper arms. "It's just weird, seeing this
side of you. I like it, but..."

	Mark stepped back. He took Andrew's cock into his hand and began to
stroke it. "Yeah, it's strange for me, too." He cupped Andrew's heavy balls
with his other hand. "Hmmm - nice!" Then he continued his thought. "I never
thought I'd be fucking around with my kids. Or with you. But it feels like
it was meant to be, you know?" With that, he sank to his knees and took
Andrew's cock into his mouth. With seeming ease, he took it all the way
into his throat.

	Andrew was gasping. It took every bit of will power he had to pull
his dick out of Mark's mouth. "Mark, I really do have to get dinner on the
table. The boys will be home soon, and you know how hungry they are after
practice."

	Mark stood with a good-natured grin on his face.. He continued to
stroke his cousin's cock, now wet with his saliva. "OK. But we're going to
fuck sooner or later. You know that."

	Andrew smiled. "Yes. Just not right now."

	"What can I do to help?"

	"Peel some potatoes. I'll get busy with the salad." Andrew turned
back and pulled a knife out of a drawer. Mark let go of his cock, kissed
him on the cheek, and went to the pantry to get some potatoes.

	They stood working side by side. The meal plan was hamburger
steaks, mashed potatoes, frozen mixed vegetables, and a salad. It surprised
Mark to see just how efficient Andrew was. Usually dinner was on the table
when he got home from work. Everything was rolling along, timed perfectly,
when they suddenly felt arms encircling each of their waists. Jamie had
been awakened by noise in the kitchen and had joined them.

	Mark stroked Jamie's head. "How are you feeling, baby?"

	Jamie yawned and rubbed his eyes. "A lot better." And without
dropping a beat, he grabbed his father's cock and stuck it into his mouth.

	"Jamie! No! Stop that!"

	"I gotta get your dick wet so you can fuck me again."

	"We're fixing dinner. I think your cute little ass could definitely
use a rest."

	Jamie turned and looked at Andrew. "Andrew, will you fuck me?"

	Andrew shook his head. "Let's get dinner on the table, OK?"

	"Oh, come on!" Jamie reinserted his father's cock into his
mouth. He chewed on the foreskin, causing Mark to moan.

	Andrew looked at Mark and frowned. But then he reached down and
stroked Jamie's butt. His middle finger sought out Jamie's hole. He stuck
his finger into his mouth and got it wet. Then he carefully stuck it into
Jamie's asshole. Jamie groaned and arched his back to give Andrew better
access. Andrew gently finger-fucked the boy as he went to town on his
father's throbbing cock.

	They were so engrossed in their sexplay, none of them heard the
front door open and close. They were completely shocked when they heard
Michael say, "Dad! Andrew! What the fuck?" They were even more alarmed when
they looked up to see that Mike and David weren't alone. With them was
Michael's best friend, Spencer Evans.

	Spencer Evans was a very handsome, bright, tall, muscular
African-American boy. Michael and he had been best friends since elementary
school. Spencer's father was Taylor Evans, a powerful trial attorney in
Cleveland, and his mother was Amanda, a beautiful former ballet dancer. He
had one sister, Susan, five years older, a former Miss Ohio who was
attending Stanford in California. The family lived in one of the quasi
mansions on Clifton Avenue.

	When he entered high school, his parents had tried to send him to
one of the area's exclusive private schools. He was so unhappy at leaving
his Lakewood friends, they abandoned the idea after a semester. With
misgivings, they allowed him to enroll at Lakewood West High School. That
had been two years ago. He was a star of the school's basketball team and
an outstanding student. In the spring, he had gone out for baseball for the
first time just to share the experience with Michael, recognizing they
would be parting company sooner rather than later. Spencer was happy
enough, but to some degree, his parents' concerns had been
justified. Upper-class African-American boys tended to be shunned and even
abused by their racial peers because they rejected the street culture and
worked to achieve in school. Spencer had experienced some of this.

	Spencer's mouth was wide open. His eyes were locked on Andrew and
Mark's oversized, rigid cocks and on Andrew's finger, which was still
embedded in Jamie's ass. He looked at Michael. "Dude! That's some kinky
shit going on!"

	Everyone froze, waiting to see what Spencer would do. If he bolted
and ran, they knew they were in serious trouble. When he didn't do that,
they relaxed just a bit. Mark leaned down and hissed at Jamie, "Go put some
clothes on!" Then he grabbed Andrew and pulled him towards his room.

	There was, of course, no way to explain what Spencer had
seen. Michael was beet red with embarrassment and spluttering. Spencer put
his hand on Michael's shoulder and said, "Hey, don't sweat it!"

	"What are you talking about? My little brother was sucking my dad's
cock!  Andrew was finger-fucking his ass!"

	"I already knew Jamie swung that way, just from the way he's always
lookin' at my crotch!"

	"But... but..."

	"Let's go to your room and let your dad sort things out, OK?"

	Michael glanced at David, who shrugged. Michael led the way with
David trailing behind. When they got into Michael's room, Spencer flopped
onto his bed like there wasn't a care in the world. Michael stood and
looked at him.

	"I don't get it. How can you be so relaxed about what you saw?"

	Spencer looked at Michael with a faint smile on his face. "First of
all, you know I love you, man. Second, there's some weird crap going on at
my house, too."

	Michael sat down next to Spencer. David took a seat in the chair at
Michael's desk. "What do you mean?"

	"Just that my mom has cut my dad completely off. No more pussy for
him, and I think he's losing his mind."

	"Huh?"

	"Yeah. They got into a great big fight at the dinner table last
Thursday. Dad was yelling about how a woman is supposed to take care of her
man. Mom was screaming and crying and grabbed her purse and ran out. She
spent the weekend at her sister's. Dad spent the weekend in his den, naked,
watching porn on the internet."

	"Whoa!"

	"Yeah, that's what I said. You know what a big man around town he
is. If anyone had seen him like I did, he'd be finished. Saturday night, he
was walking the hall upstairs naked with a big old hard-on. I honestly
thought he was going to jump my bones. He did come into my room and stand
there looking at me, jacking off. Have you ever seen his dick?"

	"Uh, no."

	"Yeah, I guess not. It's HUGE, man! At least a foot long and this
big around!" Spencer held up his hands to indicate a big "O". "And he works
out like crazy! He's got muscles on top of muscles! Six foot four - scary
as hell! And he's my dad. I can only imagine how he intimidates prosecutors
in court!"

	Michael chuckled in spite of himself. "He wears clothes in court,
right?"

	"Only the very best."

	"I guess you were glad he didn't fuck you." Michael was still
grinning, but then he was totally shocked when Spencer reached down and
groped himself.

	"It was the hottest, fuckin' thing I've ever seen. I was relieved
when he apologized and walked out, but I haven't been able to get it out of
my head."

	"You're shittin' me! You don't like cock!"

	"There's something about your dad's fuck stick." It was obvious
Spencer was sporting an enormous erection.

	Michael was amazed, as was David. Then he became thoughtful. "Yeah,
I know what you mean."

	"You do, huh." Spencer looked Michael up and down. "What's the deal
with Jamie? Your old man boning him?"

	Michael gave David a panicked look, completely unsure of how to
proceed. David had a shit-eating grin on his face. Spencer continued to
grope himself, waiting for an answer.

	David spoke up. "Come on, big brother. We're busted."

	Michael clasped his hands on his lap and looked at the floor. He
had never given much thought to what went on in the house until now. Now he
was profoundly embarrassed.

	Spencer put his arm around Mike's shoulders and said, "Mike. I told
you not to sweat it."

	Mike said softly, "Not until yesterday."

	"What?"

	"Dad fucked Jamie for the first time yesterday."

	"Get outta here!"

	"Things got really relaxed around here. Dad is selling his
agency. He and Mom are getting a divorce. And he came out to us as being
gay."

	"Holy crap!"

	"Yeah, that's we said. Then it sorta turned into an orgy."

	"You two joined in? What did you do? Did you fuck Jamie too?"

	"No, but what you said about family stuff is true.'

	David said, "Why don't we show him?" Mike was horrified to see that
David had his cock out of his pants and was stroking it.

	"Put that thing away! We're not showing anyone anything!"

	Spencer looked at David's outsized dick. "Wow. I thought white guys
didn't have dicks that big until I saw your dad's and Andrew's. Look at
you! You're 14, right?" David waggled his cock at Spencer proudly in reply.

	"Come on, Michael. Suck it." David stood and moved toward his
brother. Michael put his head in his hands.

	Spencer clapped him on the back. "This I gotta see!" Michael didn't
resist as David pressed his cock against his lips. As Michael took it into
his mouth, Spencer snorted and gave a low whistle. "You're a cocksucker!"

	Michael got some of his cockiness back. "And a damn good one, too!"
He grabbed David's cock at the base and stuffed it into his face.

	This was the scene Mark saw as he opened the door to tell the boys
that dinner was ready. He figured that since Spencer hadn't left, there was
some hope for the situation. But he was totally unprepared for what was
happening.

	"What in the hell? Have you lost your minds?"

	Spencer grinned at Mark. "No, Mr. Johnson. They were just putting
on a little demonstration for me."

	Mark scowled at David, who was hurrying to put his cock back into
his pants. "Dinner is ready. We'll discuss this later."

	Mark was wearing jeans and a polo shirt. Spencer looked him up and
down. "You didn't have to put clothes on for my benefit."

	Mark's mind was blown. "Let's retain a little bit of dignity, OK?
Like I said, we'll discuss this later!" Mike was shaken, but now felt
things were going to be all right with Spencer. The boys followed Mark into
the dining room. The food smelled wonderful, and they realized how hungry
they were.

	Everyone ate in silence other than requests to pass this and
that. They were leaning back in their chairs when Spencer said, "Andrew,
you're a hell of a cook! Lots better than that loser bitch my parents hired
to cook at our house!"

	Andrew was surprised at the unexpected compliment. "Thanks! I just
keep it very simple - that's all."

	"Simple is good." Spencer patted his stomach in satisfaction.

	Mark was not sure what he should say next. He cleared his throat
and said, "How about if we all adjourn to the den?"

	Michael felt a tingle of dread mixed with anticipation. There was
no earthly way to know what might follow. Everyone stood and pushed their
chairs in. Andrew started to clear the table. Mark shook his head. "Andrew,
I'll help you with that later. We all need to talk."

	The guys scattered out around the den. Michael and Spencer sat
comfortably together side by side on the sofa. Andrew took an armchair, as
did David. Mark sat in his recliner. Jamie clambered onto his dad's lap.

	"Oof! You're getting a bit heavy for that, champ!"

	"Aw, Dad! I wanna sit where I can feel your dick!"

	"Jesus." The recliner was wide enough that Mark could scoot to the
side, making room for Jamie's narrow little butt beside him. Jamie pulled
off his shirt. He tried to stick his hand under the waistband of Mark's
jeans. When Mark stopped him from doing that, his hand went under Mark's
shirt where he was stroking his father's chest. "Jamie, we really need to
have a serious discussion!" Jamie pouted but withdrew his hand.

	Spencer watched all of this with a bemused expression on his
face. "He's just a little horndog, isn't he."

	Mark smiled ruefully and said, "You could say that."

	Spencer thought for a moment. "When did all this start?"

	Mark blushed but answered truthfully. "Just yesterday for me. But
it's been going on around here for quite a while. I really don't want to
speak for anyone else, but I think it's time we were all honest. Andrew?"

	Andrew looked panic-stricken and rubbed his forehead, the stress
evident on his face. He spoke softly, "I've been fucking Jamie for about a
year."

	"David and Mike?"

	They looked at each other. Mike finally spoke up. "We started
messing around when I was 14 and he was 11. Not so much in the last year. I
fuck Andrew whenever I can get to him."

	"Yeah, Mike's just a big ol' fucker. He fucked my ass royally on
Saturday. And I fucked Jamie for the first time yesterday afternoon."

	Mark looked at everyone and shook his head. He was
speechless. Spencer looked around the room and then at Mike. "Man, are you
completely queer or what?"

	Mark put his hand up. "Watch what words you use! No disrespect,
please!"

	Mike looked at his best friend. "From what you told me earlier, no
more than you are! It's family stuff all the way!"

	David smirked at his older brother. "Except for one thing."

	"David! Shut up!"

	Spencer looked back and forth between the two. "What are you
talking about?"

	"He has this thing for big, hot black meat!"

	Mike shot daggers at David with his eyes. Then he threw pained
glance at Spencer, who said, "You're shittin' me! You like black cock?"
Mike looked down as though being charmed by a snake. Spencer reached down
and groped himself through his sweat pants. "Like this one?"

	"Spencer! You're my best friend!"

	"And he's been mooning around over you like some lovesick chick!"

	"Shut UP, David!" Mike was near tears at this point.

	Mark shook his head at David. "Yes, that will be quite enough,
David. Mike has a right to his feelings and his privacy!"

	Michael had his elbows on his knees and his head buried in his
hands. David saw how upset he was and ventured an apology. "Mike, hey, man,
didn't mean to..."

	Michael shot him an angry look. "Of course you did. Fuck you, you
freakin' asshole!"

	Spencer put his arm around Mike's shoulders. "Come on, guys. Mike,
I'm flattered! You're one hot guy yourself!"

	Michael gave Spencer a withering glance. He looked very much like
something had been spoiled for all time. "I have always loved you,
Spencer. You're such a smart, sweet guy. And you've grown up into a fuckin'
stud!"

	Spencer grinned and slipped into street slang. "Yo, I is fuckin'
hot shit, ain't I!" The loving affection with which Spencer was regarding
him caused Michael to laugh and for tears to spill over at the same
time. Spencer hugged him as Mike buried his face in his neck. The others in
the room looked at each other, embarrassed by this display of emotion and
affection.

	Silence fell over the room. It was shattered when Jamie jumped off
Mark's chair. "We gonna fuck now?" Before Mark could stop him, he had
stripped off his shorts. His five-inch uncut cock was rock hard and
straining.

	"Jamie! For God's sake!"

	Spencer was laughing. "Mr. Johnson, let the boy be! I like his
spirit! Come over here! I wanna check this out!" Jamie trotted over to
Spencer. Spencer hesitated for just a moment before he reached out and
cautiously stroked Jamie's butt.

	"You've gonna fuck me, Spencer?"

	"You're cute as a bug, but I don't think your little ass could take
my meat!"

	"Oh, yes it can."

	Mark stood up. "That will have to wait. Get back over here, young
man!"

	"Aw Dad! I gotta get fucked!"

	Mark stepped over and picked Jamie up. As he hugged his young son
to him, Spencer spoke up. "Mr. Johnson, I need to understand this family
stuff better. I don't know what's gonna to happen between me and my dad,
but I could be makin' like Jamie any day now. I'd love it if I could see
you guys in action!"

	Mark looked at Andrew and David. David, who had shrugged off
Michael's harsh words, was already unbuttoning his shirt. Andrew was
discreetly stroking his cock through his shorts. "Looks like you guys are
raring to go." He put Jamie down who immediately ran over to Andrew.

Spencer stood up and pulled off his T-shirt and dropped his sweatpants. He
was going commando, and a very impressive piece of black cockmeat jumped
up. Nine cut inches and almost too big around to put one's hand around, it
was truly impressive and imposing. For someone who had never engaged in gay
sex before, it appeared he couldn't wait. He was a prime example of
youthful perfection - broad shoulders, bulging pecs, large succulent
nipples, an etched six-pack, impossibly narrow hips, hairy crotch, and
low-hanging, egg-sized balls. His long, muscular legs and huge feet
completed the picture. Michael had seen him nude many, many times, but he
had always willed his mind to a non-sexual place. That all changed that
night.

Spencer kicked off his sneakers and kicked them and his pants away. Then he
reached over and pulled Mike to his feet. He yanked at Mike's
T-shirt. Mike's hands went to his belt. He had it open and his zipper down
in a flash. In just moments, he was as naked as Spencer was. His own cut
eight-inch cock was pulsing and dripping pre-cum. A long-held dream came
true as Spencer wrapped him in a bone-crushing embrace and kissed him, his
tongue demanding entrance into Mike's mouth, their cocks dueling with each
other.

Jamie was pulling Andrew's shorts off over his feet. Andrew was gazing at
Spencer's gorgeous backside as he yanked his tank-top over his head. Jamie
began licking Andrew's balls and up the underside of his meaty cock. As the
boy sucked as much of it into his mouth as he could, Andrew groaned and
encouraged him by stroking the back of his head.

	Meanwhile, David was standing nearby, naked and stroking his
cock. Mark was the only one still dressed. As though in a trance, he
watched Mike and Spencer as he dispensed with his clothes. He snapped out
of it and looked over at David. "You wanted me to fuck you yesterday. You
still up for that?"

In answer, David stepped over to his father and into his arms. They kissed
fervently as their hands went exploring. After pinching and twisting
nipples and cupping and rolling each other's balls, their hands found
asscheeks and holes. Mark was devouring David's lips. They were both
gasping in mutual lust. Mark stepped back and pushed his middle son onto
the sofa.  He growled, "Get those legs in the air, fucker!" David slipped
down on the sofa and grabbed himself behind the knees. His feet waving in
the air and his clenching asshole completely exposed, he leered lustily at
Mark, waiting for what was surely coming.