Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2010 14:15:12 -0700 (PDT) From: teen17writer Subject: Friends of Dad's - 2 Friends of Dad's Chapter 2 {INTRODUCTION: This part is longer than the first part, and I wanted to expand it even further. Although I am sure you guys think this will soon get boring withy just two characters have sex repeatedly, notice the title name: Friends of Dad's. So there will be more characters soon! Oh, and just to let you guys know, this story is sort of based on a true story from my life. Please send me any pix, questions, comments, feedback, whatever you choose to me via email: teen17writer@yahoo.com Hope this makes you cum! :) } During the weekend, Michael and I hadn't done anything sexual. All we ever did was watch some television, play video games, and eat. We spoke occasionally to one another, but we never carried on a 3minute conversation. It was awkward at times and then it wasn't awkward. However, sometimes, when I would be at the refrigerator, Michael would pass by and I could fill his hand lightly grasp my ass enough to make it appear accidental. But he would always gasp and mumble under his breath something like "so damn tight..." or "fuck what a piece of ass..." But he never meant for me to hear any of it, I know. Otherwise, he would have said something more direct. On my part, I never made a move in return on him. For reasons unknown. Of course I liked what we had done. The quality of his muscular 21-year-old chocolate body...smooth skin and the hardness of his 10inch cock...the sweet nectar it produced in my mouth as I eagerly sucked it...the feeling it gave me when he pushed it inside my ass so roughly and yet, delicately...and lastly, his sweet, tender lips against mine as we had kissed. I wasn't sure about the kiss though. I mean, I wanted it to mean something more, something more than just lust. But the way Michael tried so hard to keep his distance from me over the weekend made me think otherwise. Was I gay? No. Was I bi? I wasn't sure. I liked girls--especially those in their skin-tight jeans. It made their bodies look extra tight, meaning their pussy would be even tighter, squeezing a guy's dick and giving him more of an energy burst to thrust forward. But I had also liked what Michael and I had done too. So I didn't know if I liked guys in general or just Michael. Either way, I liked at least one guy. *** It was now Monday and my parents had returned from their vacation reluctantly. My mother had wanted to stay behind and continue bathing in the sun and going out on shopping sprees while hitting the clubs with my dad at night. My father didn't mind, just as long as they were alone together and happy. When they got back, my dad greeted Michael just as I had expected: with pure friendship. They were buddies after all. My father had removed Michael's belongings from my closet, rearranging them in another closet that he had cleaned out. I became disappointed by this. He even made sure Michael would be sleeping on the couch (even though he had been over the weekend to my dismay). Then everything went back to how it use to be when Michael stayed with us: my mom cooked supper every night, my father and Michael would watch television together, then they would head out for the night and go God's knows where, and me? Well I would be stuck home, in my room to sulk. I didn't know why I was sulking though. I mean, Michael and I were...nothing. We were just two friends. Michael was just a straight guy who needed sexual release, and I was just a straight guy who was friendly enough to help him. That's it. We were straight. We were friends. We were NOT lovers. Simple. *** A week passes... *** "Ya know what? I think we need a new couch!" my mother said from behind her laptop screen. She was currently sitting on our big old couch, browsing the web. "Ya hear, honey?" My father simply replied, "Sure. Whatever you say." He was far too interested in the football game on the plasma my mother had ordered for him a few months ago. "Besides, this living room is just too crowded with this big couch. Maybe a loveseat will do. Hmm..." Then she began clicking away on her computer, already ordering her planned merchandise. Several days later, when the new couch arrived, my father was shocked. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?" "A new couch. A loveseat rather. It is to make the living room more roomy. I told you about this days ago, hun." "No you didn't!" "Yes. I. Did. You were just staring at the plasma too long to listen. Your fault, not mine. I bought the loveseat, so the old one is going out." "Then where is Michael gonna sleep!?" my dad questioned. Michael was currently at his ex-girlfriend's, removing the rest of his things he had left behind. "Hmm...I hadn't thought of that. This loveseat is obviously too short for him. Josh's room, I guess. Not the hard floor of course. I'll order a king size bed for the two of them." Then she marched off to find her laptop once again so she could click the "buy" button once again on another piece of merchandise as the movers took out the old couch and placed in the shorter one. I merely stood to the side, not realizing what the situation meant. *** "You want the left or right?" I asked Michael. "Left," he said simply, ending any conversation possible. His stuff was now mixed in with all of my stuff, and what couldn't fit, was shoved into my closet and removed from the other one. He was apparently going to be staying a while. Regardless, I had forgotten about what had happened between us when he had showed up Friday. We were friends just like before. Later in the night, it was quiet. My parents were in their room snoring quite loudly. They were heavy sleepers, usually taking aspirin or something to knock them out effortlessly. I lay on the left side of the big bed, while Michael lay on the right. I thought he also snored because I remembering hearing his snores whenever I would pass through the living room into the kitchen in the middle of the night. But he wasn't snoring now. Whatever. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling above until I finally fell asleep less than thirty minutes later. I awoke, feeling soft pecks vibrate my body around my neck. The lips were running wildly among my body as my back was to them, shivering it with pleasure. They even stopped momentarily at one spot on my neck, sucking the blood to the surface and giving me a hickey. "You're awake," Michael mumbled in my ear. "Yes," I replied. Then he turned my body to face his and his kissed me smoothly on the lips. I kissed just as lovingly back, tongues twisting with one another. We both pulled back minutes later. "Do you want this?" I asked, moving his hand to my ass. He squeezed. "How could I not want an ass like that?" "Because you haven't talked to me or looked at me ever since that day." He paused. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. I was just...confused. I wanted your ass so bad, my dick was always raging whenever I stared at it. But I fought against it because it was wrong. But I'm tired of fighting it. I want you." We kissed again. Slowly, we removed each others clothes. He was just the same light chocolate 21-year-old guy from before with a well-defined body, like a stud any girl would fight for. And I was just the same the 15-year-old tan white teen with abs slowly forming on my stomach with nice pecs to boot. Our tongues continued to swim with each as I tasted the insides of his mouth. It tasted minty. It tasted fresh. It tasted delicious. Then I slowly began to run my tongue from his mouth, to his chin, to his neck, then slowly over his pecs. I sucked them, turning them into hard pebbles from pure excitement. Then I continued my traveling down his abs and to his briefs. I removed them easily with my teeth, revealing his growing-10.5inch cock. I slowly started from the base of it and licked it up to the head just like a candy stick, swirling my tongue at the end, hoping to get some sweet juice to erupt already. It would come soon enough though. "Ohhh..." He moaned as I continued licking it, teasing him for the actual sucking part. Then I flicked my tongue a few times over his balls, causing him to give several jerks. "Please. Just suck it already. I can't take it," he whined. But I refused. He wasn't getting me that easy. I was going to suck him alright, but we had all night in a big bed, and I was going to take my time. After licking his head several more times, I leaned back up to Michael. We kissed one another on the lips, sharing the small droplets of sweet pre-cum already oozing from his dick. Then we pulled back, tasting one another's sweet breath. Then I went back to his dick, engulfing 3/4 of it with ease from the last time I had sucked him off. "Shitt...." He was in heaven now. I sucked it with pure happiness to have the hunk of mea tin my mouth once again. What was I thinking? Of course I wanted this. I wanted his cock in my mouth. "Fuck. That's it. Suck it...Hmmm.....Damn you can suck a cock, Josh," Michael said quietly, careful not to wake my parents. I pulled off. "I know." I grinned up at him and he grinned back. He moved his finger then to indicate he wanted me to come to move to his face followed by, "Come here." And he kissed me pleasantly. We shared even more sugary pre-cum than before, making it more memorable. "Fuck me," I whispered to him. "No. Not yet. I want to try something first. But don't worry. Ima get a piece of that ass in time." He winked at me. Then we rolled over with me ending up on bottom and he on top; we continued to make out. Slowly, he made his way down my body just as I had done me, making sure he sucked every piece of skin I had. Then he began removing my boxers just as kinky as I had done to his briefs before. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "Since you hadn't jacked before I arrived, I assume you haven't had a blowjob before either. So Ima introduce you to one, showing you how a real man does it." Then he engulfed my 7.5inch cock entirely. I gasped so loudly that he instantly reached his hand up to cover my mouth while sucking my dick. I even pulled his hand against my face harder so I wouldn't scream from pure pleasure. His mouth was so warm and a nice fit against my thick meat. I wanted him to go faster, but he teased me, going so slowly. "Fuck..."I tried to mumble through his fingers. But he kept me quiet. I began squeezing his curly, African-American, black hair from the bliss. He didn't seem to mind. Then after I got use to his pace, still turned on completely, I removed his hand from my mouth, only to begin sucking on his fingers as if they were cocks. He seemed to enjoy it because he continued pushing them inside my mouth. I moaned just as he did every few seconds. Then he sped up. Faster...faster...faster... I had to stop sucking his fingers to give all of my focus on my own delight. "Fuck....fuck....oh fuck, Michael. Stop!" He didn't listen. "Please stop or I'm gonna explode!" I whispered urgently. He still didn't stop sucking my cock. "I'm...gonna...cuuuum!!!" And as I said the last word, I cummed all in Michael's mouth, filling it entirely. And he took it all. He swallowed it easily, except for the last mouth full. With that, he leaned up from my cock with my gasping from relief, and kissed me. We shared my cum together, us both transferring it between our lips and jaws. He swallowed half and I swallowed half. We looked at one another in the dark. His eyes glistened to me, just as mine did to his. And I knew. He leaned forward and kissed me. I tugged at his short hair, pulling it as I kissed him so enthusiastically. Our naked bodies intertwined with one another with me on the bottom and he on the top, still kissing each other. Then he leaned back, behind my legs. I looked at him and knew what his plans were. He was going to fuck me. Within a few seconds and without lotion or a condom, he pushed his huge cock inside my ass. "Shit you're just as tight as ever. Damn it feels like you are still a virgin," he said as he stared in amazement at how my ass grasped his cock so tightly. It should have been at least stretched out some ways by now, but it wasn't. It had regained its former shape. He started pushing inwards and outwards in a familiar rhythm. It didn't hurt like before, just a small sting, but pleasure easily took over that aspect of it. "Oh I love this," he said "Me too," I replied, grinning up at him as he fucked me on my back. He leaned down between my legs as they wrapped around his back, and we kissed our lips together as he continued fucking my ass with such professional methods and movements. His body seemed to arch as he entered me. I could still taste my cum on his lips, adding more to the scene. Then he moved to my neck as he placed a hickey on my left side to match the one on my right from earlier. I could still feel all 10.5 inches of him inside my tight ass. "Oh God..." I moaned. My nails began digging into his back, enraging both of our amounts of lust. The huffing, the moaning, the squeezing, the kissing, the fucking....it was all beautiful. It was straight from lust, but also straight from a romantic side, but I wasn't sure what. And right now, I didn't give a fuck. I just wanted this piece of chocolate with me, in me, on me, beside me, whatever. I wanted him more than ever. His body then rose up as he looked to the ceiling with his mouth hanging open. He was exploding inside my ass. I could feel it rush inside. It was gorgeous. Then he fell onto my body from love and tiredness with his dick still inside me. "Eat me out," I told him. He looked up from my chest and grinned. "You devil." He pulled out from my ass and moved up to my head, placing his cum-covered cock in my mouth. I sucked it lovingly, eating my own cum. He stuck his thumb to beside his dick and I sucked that too. Then he pulled a wad of the jizz to his own lips, giving a loud smacking sound as he ate it himself. After his dick was clean, he moved down to my ass and ate me out, turning me back on. Within moments, he had my hole cleaned and my dick back up again. "Ready for round two?" I asked as he rose back to eye level. "With a tight ass like yours? I'd go to round six!" He said. He leaned forward and we resumed our make out session, our tongues melting into one another. This was going to be one hell of a night for sure with the guy that I think I was slowly beginning to like more and more than just a sex buddy. {ENDING: Please send me pix, comments, feedback, whatever you choose to me via email: teen17writer@yahoo.com Hope this made you cum! :) }