Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2014 18:35:07 -0700 From: Marc Barr Subject: Johnny Suburb Chapter 2 Cast: Johnny - Married father of two on the down low as a gay porn star Josh - Johnny's eldest son, 16 Colby - Johnny's youngest son, 9 Mark - Johnny's pornographer boss and now neighbour, 39 but looks to be in his early 30s to Johnny (he's not very good at guessing ages). The following has not been edited. Basically I write and then I send it out. It's terrible, I know. But I just don't have the time to write and then edit stories this length. So I apologize for any grammatical and syntax mistakes that I make that pull you out of the fantasy. If I mix up some names, or pronouns, or whatever, I apologize. But I hope you all enjoy this regardless. To be fair, I try to fix mistakes that I do catch (see: as I type). Warning: THIS IS FICTIONAL. Any similarities with persons living or dead is purely coincidental. If accessing this type of material in your region is illegal, don't, but honestly, I can't literally stop you from doing so. In this fictional world, STDs don't exist, therefore preventative measures aren't taken. That is not the case in real life. This story is merely a product of one's imagination. Comments, questions, concerns, hate mail, send the email at machofocker@hotmail.com This chapter contains sexual activities between minors and adults. Enjoy! Chapter 2 In all honesty, Johnny had no intention of having the two aspects of his life ever intersect. It is true that he had considered the possibility that one day, in the distant future, he would be unable to keep them apart, but he did not realize that that day would come so soon. Whether it was due to wilful ignorance, pure idiocy, or the fact that Johnny got off on the idea of having a secret life so different from his public one that he did expect to be able to keep his other life from his family. Momentarily, Johnny was still in the grips of shock as he led Mark and his children inside his house. Colby had run ahead, the rambunctious boy that he was, with Josh following after, calling after his little brother in irritation. They were already fighting over who would get most of the deep fried beef Johnny had brought home. "No running in the house!" Johnny called after his sons as their figures disappeared around a corner. "Don't spill the food!" "Oh man, they seem like a handful." Mark chuckled while clasping Johnny's shoulders. "Boys, what can you do?" Johnny sighed, shrugging his shoulders in exasperation before rounding on his other employer. He lowers his voice while simultaneously eyeing the corner where his children had just ran to. "What're you doing here?" Mark holds up his hands, palms up, face full of innocence. "I didn't follow you or nothin', if that's what you're thinking. Honestly? I didn't even know where you lived. I paid you in cash, remember? I pride myself on respecting the privacy of my performers." "It's a mighty big coincidence, though, isn't it?" Johnny mutters, brows furrowed in worry. Mark sighs and grips Johnny's shoulder again. "Look man, calm down. I get it, even if you don't think I don't. I'll keep it on the down low. Do you want me to leave?" Johnny sighs tiredly before shaking his head slowly. "No, no. You're going to be our neighbour, apparently, so you know... and besides, I did buy a lot of food." Mark nods appreciatively before following Johnny into the kitchen. The clatter and clinking of glass and ceramic echoes throughout the kitchen as Johnny's children eagerly set the table, Colby chatting away a mile a minute about one of his favourite shows. At one point he crashes right into Mark, having not been paying attention to what he was doing. Mark grunted in pain as it seemed like Colby's head might have collided with his junk. "Sorry!" Colby exclaimed, wide eyed with shock. "Sorry Mark!" Mark just chuckled and messes up Colby's hair. "It's alright son, no harm, no foul." Colby smiles up sweetly at Mark's figure before moving on his way. It just came to me then, the astonishing difference between Colby and Mark. Mark was a tall, big man, easily dwarfing my youngest son's small frame. Whereas Mark had sun tanned skin covered in hair, Colby was pale and smooth. He had light brown hair and eager blue eyes that shone whenever he smiled with perfectly straight teeth. He took after his mother in that manner, looking so much like the woman that Johnny had married. He had a soft face, a rounded, and adorable face with dimples that sunk down whenever he smiled. Johnny had no doubt that Mark would be able to lift his youngest son easily with one arm. Josh, on the other hand, took after his father, for the most part. Blonde haired, instead of red, and pale as his father, with a smattering of freckles on his skin. At sixteen, his frame still seemed lithe, but not at all thin. Josh loved to play sports, and the effort he had placed on his body could easily be seen. His arms were widening with muscle, even if they were smooth and pale. His chest was filling out due to hours of lifting at the school gym, and his legs were already well on their way to being muscular and toned. He had an angular and sharp face, just like his father. The dinner itself was a curious event. Never had Johnny ever been so afraid and aroused at the same time. He was afraid of what Mark could possibly reveal, about their connection, about his secret life, meanwhile Johnny himself was aroused by the very thought that it could be revealed. At more than one occasion during the dinner, Johnny would be forced to covertly rearrange himself under the table, his cock hard and leaking. Going by Mark's occasional looks in his direction, and his slight smirk, he knew very well why Johnny's hands would briefly disappear under the dining table. "What do you do Mark?" Josh asked after swallowing some dumplings. "I make movies." Mark said automatically, briefly glancing in Johnny's direction. "Cool, can we see some?" Colby asks, causing his father to choke on a piece of rice. "You okay dad?" "Just fine buddy. Went down the wrong way." I respond with a raspy voice, coughing out the obstruction in my throat before taking a huge gulp of water. "Maybe some other time." Mark laughed whole heartedly with his deep, booming, voice. Colby just smiled in turn. Johnny's children were completely captivated by the man. They eagerly shared aspects of their life with him so freely. Talking about school, their friends, and their mother. Colby would stare at Mark, enthralled, while Mark in turn tells stories of the places he had been in and the things he's done. Josh himself was quite eager to ask many questions about Mark's life that he had revealed. "You were in the army? Cool!" "You drive a motorcycle? Awesome! Can I ride it?" "You have a tattoo? Whoa. Can I see it?" Mark all too eagerly complied with Josh's request, swiftly removing his shirt in one fell swoop and flexed his right arm to show the large, intricate, tattoo that was printed on his skin all the way to his elbows, swaths of the image hidden under tufts of hair. "Wow, you're really hairy." Colby observed through a mouthful of noodles. "Don't talk with your mouth full son." Mark reprimanded him, giving him a serious look. Colby bristled indignantly and turned towards his father petulantly. But Johnny just laughed and nodded towards Mark. "You heard him." "Do you work out a lot?" Josh asked, his eyes still, curiously, trained on Mark's body. "Yeah. I go to this gym near my work every day. You gotta work at it to look like this." He explains. "But I had some help. Good genes. My pops was built like a brick house, naturally, and I take after him." "He as hairy as you too?" Josh asked, before catching himself and blushing at his question. "Sorry..." But Mark just laughs and nods his head. "Don't be. Yeah, he was pretty hairy too. It runs in the family, you know? You're about that age when you'll get yours too." But Josh just shakes his head, his mouth pressing into a thin line. "Not me. My dad's not as hairy as you are. And I like what you have." Again, Josh's eyes widen at his words, as if he had just caught himself saying something he did not wish to reveal. "Um, I mean... it's cool to be that hairy, you know?" He stammered, face turning red. Mark studies him for a moment, then glancing at Johnny briefly, a smirk crossing his face, before turning back to the teen. "Well, why don't you come here and see what it's like?" He says nonchalantly with his deep voice. Josh sputters, completely taken aback, his eyes widening at the request. He starts shooting nervous looks between his father and Marc. "Um, well... I... uh..." "Well, you said it yourself, right? Johnny's not that hairy. Why don't you come here and see what it's really like? You don't mind, do you Johnny?" Mark asks, turning to me with a smile. Johnny slowly shook his head, his face turning flushed and red, his cock hardening in his pants. For what? Even he didn't know. As of yet. "It's alright. Boys get curious." He says quietly. Josh stares at his father for a few seconds before Mark calling his name drew his attention again. "Come on son, don't be shy." He says, motioning the teen over. Josh stands up a bit too quickly before slowing his steps to move beside Mark's chair. he raises a hand and settles it on Mark's shoulder, caressing the skin, running his fingers through the short tufts of hair. The slowly, he runs his fingers down the tanned skin, moving down along Mark's hairy pecks, the teen's breath hitching at the sensation. Mark flexes his chest, causing Josh to flinch and chuckle in surprise. Mark joins him with an equally amused, and deep, rumbling, chuckle. "I wanna feel it too!" Colby exclaims, jumping out of his seat and running towards mark, scrambling up into the man's lap without a warning. Johnny frowns at his son's antics. "Colby, get down. from there, that's rude. You're a bit too old for that kind of thing now." "I don't mind." Mark says with a wide smile, causing Colby to stick his tongue out at his father. Johnny just huffs out a breathe of frustration in response. Mark smiles down at the young boy. "Go ahead body. You ever seen a body this hairy before?" Colby just shakes his head at his position in Mark's lap before swiftly running his hands through Mark's hairy chest. "I haven't either. You even have some on your back." Josh says wonderingly. "And you have a tattoo there too!" "You smell nice." Colby says brightly before leaning over to sniff at Mark's skin, his face moving across the man's naked chest and towards his pits. "You sure about that? I'm a bit musky. I don't use deodorant, and it's been a long day." He says with an apologetic look on his face. But Colby just shakes his head and continues to sniff the older man. "I like it." "Okay, that's enough guys. Finish your meal." Johnny says a bit too tightly, his voice pitching at the end. Colby sighs, exasperated, before stomping his way back to his seat and turning his attention back on his plate of dumplings. Josh shakes himself, blushing deeper, before making his way back to his seat. "I wish I could get as big as you." He mumbles dejectedly at his food. "You're still young boy, you just gotta work out a bit. Look at Johnny, he's looking pretty big and fit himself." Mark says. "You work out, right Johnny?" Johnny nods, studying his oldest son's reactions curiously. "Yeah. There's a gym near my work." "Why don't you take him? Show him the ropes?" Mark suggests, causing Josh to perk up in his seat. But Johnny just shakes his head and frowns slowly. "Just not possible. My schedules erratic enough as it is, I keep on getting held up without warning. When I do have time, I go right after work, which is twenty minutes away, one way. Josh's school is in the opposite direction, overall it'd be an hour and a half of driving back and forth." Josh deflates at the explanation, settling deeper in his seat. "The school four blocks that way?" Mark asks as Josh nods curiously. "Well, how about this, if you're alright with it Johnny, why don't I take Josh with me at my gym instead? I can pick him up at his school, it's not a crazy drive from my work because of the freeway. And the gym I use is only about fifteen blocks away from his school." Josh perks up again at the suggestion, his face brightening up with a smile. He turns towards his father, his face already set to plead his case. "Can I dad? Please? The gym at school sucks. I need to know about proper forms and stuff. Please?" Johnny hesitates, glancing between his son and his secret employer. "I don't know Josh. It's awfully nice of Mark, but it might be too much of a bother..." "Not at all." Mark insists with a shake of his head. "No trouble at all. There'd be plenty of guys there that would love to help him out too." Johnny can't help but notice the smirk that crosses Mark's face at his words, but he doesn't think too much of it, even if caused his cock to twitch. Josh pleads again and Johnny starts to crumble at his son's eagerness. "I'll pay for it! I've saved up!" Josh offers but Mark interrupts him. "No, it's on me. You'll be my guest, and I can bring a guest in for free. I certainly throw them enough money every month, they sure as hell won't mind." Mark grumbles. "Come on Johnny, the kid just wants to work out till he looks like his old man. It's good for guys his age to start working out. I really don't mind." Johnny eventually relents, from a combination of his son's pleading and Mark's persuasive tone. He smiles warmly at his oldest son before nodding, causing Josh to whoop and pump his fists in the air. "Fuck ya!" Josh exclaims before catching himself and apologizing at his father's look. "Language Josh." Johnny reprimands. "Oh, come on Johnny. He's old enough, aren't you son?" Mark smiles, placing a hand on Josh's shoulders. "Fuck yeah!" Josh grins widely at his words. "Fuck yeah!" "Fuck yeah!" Colby emulates, eliciting a groan from Johnny. "Look at what you started." He mumbles, as the rest of them laugh. After dinner, Johnny walks Marc out after the kids had said their farewells; Colby giving the tall man an eager hug, while Marc musses Josh's hair. "You've got good kids there." Marc says when they made their way through the hallway and out to the front door. Behind them, they could hear the clink of glass as the kids worked to wash and dry the dishes. "Too bad I didn't meet the missus tonight." "She got stuck with the nightshift this time around. It happens occasionally. It usually means that I have to try and come home early to make sure the kids are alright, you know? And Josh is at that age anyway where he's responsible enough to take care of his brother when their alone in the house." "Why don't they come over to my place instead?" Mark offers suddenly. Johnny looks at him in surprise while Mark laughs at the expression on his face. "Well, that way you don't have to change much of your schedule. Like you said, sometimes they hold you up at work and your wife has the night shift." "Um, I'm not sure about that." Johnny says haltingly, rubbing the back of his neck all the while. "I'd have to run it by Annie." Mark nods sagely. "You do that." Then without warning, he pushes Johnny against the side of the house before looking about them for watching eyes. Mark then proceeds to press himself tighter against Johnny's body, holding his shoulder with his hands. Leaning forward, he kisses the man, burying his tongue deep in Johnny's mouth. Johnny can't help but moan at the sensation, bucking his hips forward, seeking more friction and pressure. "Shit, Mark. The kids..." But Mark ignores him and grinds harder against Johnny's body, biting at his lips and sucking out his tongue until he was incoherent. At the distant sound of Colby yelling at his brother, they break apart, Johnny red faced and panting. Mark smirks at him before wiping his mouth. "When do you wanna do your next movie?" It takes a few moments for Johnny to understand the question, still reeling from the abrupt make out session. "Um, a couple of weeks? Maybe? There's a big project at work, but I can find the time." Mark just nods before patting Johnny's cheek and walking away. It isn't until a few days later that Annie even has the chance to meet Mark. Johnny had already told her all about their new neighbour and the quick attachment the man had made with their kids. The kids were quick to talk him up to their mother as well. Curiosity getting the best of her, she and Johnny make their way one, early, morning for Annie to make his acquaintance. Having come home from work, she was still in her nurse uniform while Johnny was already dressed for the office. Mark greeted them warmly, happily taking Annie's store- bought pie in lieu of a home made 'welcome to the neighbourhood' pastry she had wanted to make. Mark took is smiling all the same, and gave his sincere thanks. They talked for quite some time, but winning Annie's affections was an easy task for Mark, oozing natural charisma. Before Johnny had to take his leave for work, Annie had all to happily consented to not only Mark bringing Josh to his gym, but for the kids to come over to his house as well if Johnny or Annie were both still held up at work. True to his word, Johnny was swamped at work. The incompetence of some of his colleagues forced him to do overtime, a week after Mark had made the offer to baby-sit their kids. When Johnny made the call to Mark that afternoon and he happily agreed. By the time he made his way back home and knocked on Mark's door, it was already eight in the evening. Mark calls him in, having left the door open, and Johnny walks into Mark's house to find him and the kids watching TV. Josh was stretched out on the long, brown, couch with his arms behind his head, completely engrossed on the movie they were watching. Colby on the other hand was seated on Mark's lap, his back pressed right on Mark's chest. "Colby, you're not bother Mark are you?" I point out disapprovingly. But Mark just smiles warmly and shakes his head. "Not at all, I'm comfortable where I am. Little buddy here doesn't bother me at all. 'Bout you boy?" "I'm good!" Colby greets, giving his father a quick wave before nestling back deeper in Mark's large, encasing arms, his attention back on the screen. "Have a beer, it's in the fridge. Let them finish the movie before they go home." Mark says, jerking his head towards the kitchen. Shrugging, Johnny does as he asks, loosening his tie on the way to fetch a brew. Walking back, he stops at the kitchen door, leaning on against the frame, to watch his kids interacting with Mark. Occasionally Josh would laugh at something on the screen while Colby seemed perfectly content in Mark's arms. In fact from where he was standing, Mark seemed to be rubbing his hands slowly along Colby's smooth arm. At one point Johnny sees him kiss Colby on the top of the head. Colby just seemed to have taken it in stride. It's half past nine before the movie finished and Johnny is ushering the kids out of the door. But before they leave, Colby asks Mark to bend down before pecking the older man in the cheek and wishing him goodnight. "Night night!" Colby says tiredly, as Mark gives him a kiss on the forehead in return. "Night baby." Mark gives Johnny a smirk as the kids walk away as if everything that just occurred had been normal. "Thanks for watching them." Johnny says tiredly, shaking Mark's hand with a tight grip. To his surprise, Mark pulls him into a deep kiss, shoving a tongue into his mouth. Before he can react, the kiss is over and Mark is already pulling away and wishing him goodnight. Flushed, Johnny walks away towards his house wondering whether his kids had seen the kiss. Somehow, Johnny couldn't find it in himself to care. The next week progressed much the same. Johnny was kept later and later at work as the work piled up. It became as such that Johnny provided Mark with a spare key to his house so the children could go home and sleep without having to wait for their father to pick them up. Although Mark offered did offer for the kids to sleep over his house instead, he agreed and took the key gladly. Johnny himself was too busy at work to worry about anything else, let alone notice anything else. Such as the curious looks one of his co-workers had been throwing his way for the past hour every time they passed each other by. It was half past nine in the evening before Johnny was finally able to leave the office, calling out a weary goodnight to his coworkers and stumbling towards the elevators. He leans back against the cool steel, sighing heavily as he waited for the doors to close when someone just about rushes into the shutting doors. "Whoa, close one." The guy chuckles. Johnny just smiles in turn before closing his eyes once again. "Um, Mr. Preston?" The guy asks, forcing Johnny to open his eyes again with a heavy sigh. "Sorry, I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm one of the company's interns?" Johnny scrutinizes him tiredly, trying to put a name to the face with no avail. The guy just rubs the back of his neck before offering his hand. "I'm Louis. One of the handful of high school interns you guys take up every year for work experience?" He explains as Johnny starts nodding his head in realization. "Right. You go to that prep school, right? Preston... something or other" Johnny says, shaking the boy's hand. "Preston Drummer Academy, yes." He says, smiling widely. Looking him over, Johnny can't help but appreciate the sight before him. He was shorter than Johnny's six foot frame, but only slightly. He had an oval but handsome face with an adorably crooked jaw, giving him a wonderfully lopsided smile. He had thick black hair and eyebrows, as well as the most lusciously full, red, lips that Johnny had ever seen on a guy. "How do you like the work?" Johnny asks, pulling his attention away from Louis' lips. "It's difficult, but rewarding." The teen says automatically and Johnny can't help but smile. "I can't believe you stayed this late. Is that allowed? Isn't there a limit for high school students to work? How old are you?" Johnny asked. "I'm seventeen, but I actually just came in at a little after five. So it's only been a solid four hours or so for me." He said. "And it's no problem, I drive and I don't live very far, so... I'll take all the hours and experience I can get. I'm hoping for a good reference when I'm done." Johnny huffed out a tired laugh before the elevator doors sounded for the parking lots. "Well, it's nice to meet you, and good luck with your work and studies." Johnny offered, patting the teen on the back. But as he was walking towards the car, the teen suddenly called out, to Johnny's surprise. "I'm a fan!" Johnny startles at the sudden burst of sound. Turning around, he finds Louis jogging towards him. "Excuse me?" Johnny asks, confused. Louis mouths at the air for a few seconds, hesitating. "I just, wanted to say that I'm a fan. Of yours. You know. I know you've only had two videos, but you're so fucking hot!" Johnny's eyes suddenly widen at that, his neck flushing in embarrassment. "I don't know what you're talking about." He says automatically, stiffly, before starting to walk away again. "Wait, no!" Louis calls out, chasing after him. "It's just, I'm a fan. Of your work. You know. I know you don't have a lot, it's just that, you know... you're hot." Johnny had stopped by then, having been listening to the teen's explanation, his eyes occasionally darting around the empty parking lot. "You have no idea how many time's I've jacked off to your vids." Louis confesses, stepping closer to the older man. "Seriously. I'm not going to say anything, I promise. It's just, that... well... fuck, I've wanted to..." "Wanted to what?" Johnny asks huskily, curiosity burning in him. Such a thing as this had been the very subject of his fantasies, and one of the many reasons that finally brought him to act on his urges to appear in porn. "God, when that guy was sucking your thick, pink, cock? I wanted it to be me." Louis says quietly, trailing his fingers up Johnny's arm. Johnny trails the movement with his eyes, his face turning red with arousal, blood pumping to his cock, stiffening at the younger man's proximity and touch. "Jeez, this is all sorts inappropriate, I know. But can you just give me one... moment?" Johnny watches the teen's tongue wet his plump lips, slightly parted, before meeting his wide, blown, eyes. Lust grips him then, as much as lush, as he surges forward to capture the young man's lips into his own. They're moist and soft, but the kiss is forceful and desperate. There's heavy pressure and the teen insistent tongue trying to meet Johnny's own. The older man cradles Louis' face in his large hands, his briefcase dropped and forgotten on the concrete floor. Johnny starts leading the man backwards until the younger is pressed against a wall. The younger man's kisses are desperate, yearning, and inexperienced, but wonderfully erotic all the same. In the dim, amber, light and empty, echoing, halls of the parking garage, Johnny surrenders to his desires. "I really shouldn't be fucking doing this." He manages out in between kisses, his voice is raspy and strained. But he just surges forward again, moving to settle a leg in between the teen's knees. There he feels Louis' hard cock pressing on this thigh. It's stiff, hot, and wet, the young man's precum already soaking through his clothes. Then before logic and reason could dissuade him otherwise, Johnny finds himself unzipping the young man's trousers and shoving his hand through the opening. Briefly squeezing the teen's bulge through the fabric, Louis moaning at the sensation, Johnny fishes out the teen's hard, throbbing, cock. Not wanting to be left behind, Johnny unceremoniously, and quite quickly, fishes his own cock out of his pants, breathing a sigh of relief as his large member meets air. His cock juts out straight before him, the head an angry red and leaking with shining liquid at the tip. Looking down between them, Louis' eyes widen at the sight. "Fuck." The teen mutters, his legs threatening to give way due to sheer eroticism, but Johnny winds his left arm around the younger man's waist, keeping him upright and against the wall. Without preamble, Johnny presses their members together and grips what he can with his other hand. The teen's cock was thinner than Johnny's, but was still of a respectable length. He was uncut, with the skin under the hood, once pulled down, being much paler than the rest of his skin. It was a curious sight. Like a Neapolitan cock; a tanned base, a paler section just below the head, and a wonderfully pink tip. A part of Johnny wanted to get on his knees and take the teen in his mouth, but he knew they didn't have time. He still knew where they were, and Johnny had to fight that significant part of him that didn't care. When he felt the teen starting to move down, realizing that the teen was planning on getting on his knees to take Johnny into his all too willing mouth, the older man grips him tighter before nestling his face into Louis' neck, breathing him in. There was a combination of pleasant cologne and the young man's own natural musk. He nips at the skin, lapping at it briefly with his tongue, before whispering into the young man's ear. "Not now. Next time." He says huskily before he starts pressing their cocks harder together with his free hand, slowly jacking them off together. But their combined girth was too much even for him, and he has to remove his arm from the young man's waist to grip their combined cocks with both of his hands. "Holy shit." The young man mutters as he stares at their members lustfully. "Damn." Johnny jacks them off quickly, as fast as he can manage with two hands on two cocks pressing against each other, his hands moving with great urgency. In the distance they can hear car engines sounding, horns blaring, and the occasional shout or laughter from the sidewalk below. Johnny knew that at anytime, another one of their co-workers might make their way into the garage and find them in such a compromising position. Even then, Johnny doesn't imagine he would stop even with an audience. Louis is rutting into the older man's hands now, gripping Johnny's broad shoulder for support while he continues to train his eyes at their joined cocks. Johnny can't blame him, it was a wonderful sight, and such a large part of him wanted to be on his knees as well to take the man into his warm, willing, mouth. But Johnny keeps on pumping, hard and fast, until their breathing becomes ragged and his rhythm becomes broken. Johnny buries his face in the young man's neck as they reach their orgasm together, spilling their copious seed between them. Johnny feels the sticky splatter of it on his neck and his hands as his hips keep on buckling forward through his orgasm. He hears Louis' tight groan against his shoulder as well as the young man's tightening grip. They hold each other longer than they should have been, just taking the time to breathe each other in and relish the completion they had just shared. Johnny was the first one to pull apart, his skin flushed pink, beads of sweat forming on his skin. He moves to capture Louis' lips in his with slow, gentle, kisses. They were spent and sated, echoed in their even, exhausted breathes. Then Johnny can't help but chuckle when they drew apart, a sudden thought crossing his mind. "How are we gonna clean up?" He asks with a smile, completely aware of their cum soaked cocks and clothes. Looking between them, Johnny finds that a significant splatter on their clothes as well as their skin. Huge, thick, swats of cum stuck along Louis' neck and one side of his face, while both of their cocks were glistening and wet. Louis doesn't say anything, he just leans forward and starts lapping at an already wet spot on Johnny's neck. "I don't know who's cum this is, but it's good." Louis says tiredly with a smile before getting on his knees and cleaning Johnny's sticky, soft, cock with his tongue. "I know, no time for blowjobs. But man, I just gotta taste, you know?" The long day and the quick orgasm had been too much, and despite the threatening rumblings of rising arousal, Johnny was spent. He wasn't as young as the teen before him, his refractory period was longer. But he cherished the feel of the young man's ministrations on his cock nonetheless. When Johnny helped him up, he all too eagerly returned the favour. He starts by licking the cum on the young man's face, feeling the thick stickiness on his tongue, the salty flavour bursting in his mouth. He makes his way down the young man's neck, making sure to capture every spilled, drop, before getting on his knees and taking the teen into his mouth. Not surprisingly the teen was hard again. Johnny doesn't even think, he just takes the teen into his mouth and sucks for all he was worth. He gags of course. He hadn't taken a man into his mouth since he had been young, before he had gotten married. The indiscretions of youth. Inaccurate now, he supposes, considering how indiscrete they were being. Johnny works on Louis' hard cock, sucking and swallowing what liquid collects in his mouth, likely a collection of both of their cum as well as Louis' building precum. He chokes a few more times before he finds a proper rhythm and force that has the young man moaning and panting in the air. Louis buckles forward as he grips the older man's hair tightly in his hands. "Suck my cock daddy. Fuck." He rasps out as he pumps his cock into Johnny's mouth. Looking down at himself, the sight was obscene. Johnny's eyes were shut tight, the older man's cheeks alternating between being sunken and blown, his plump, red, lips stretched from engulfing the teen's cock. The teen fucks the dad's face, keeping an even rhythm, and it doesn't take long for him to grip the man's head tighter in his grasp as he spills his seed. Johnny takes all of him, happily swallowing him down. Louis rides through the orgasm gripping Johnny's head still as he empties his balls in the older man's mouth. He's completely spent by the time he lets go, Johnny all the while lazily bathing his softening cock and balls with his tongue. They kiss again shortly after, Louis not minding at all that he can taste himself in the older man's tongue. They were lucky. No one else had come down in the same level that they had been, to Johnny's relief. They made awkward goodbyes and promises that Johnny wasn't sure he was going to keep. Now that the thrill of it was done, the tell tale post orgasm guilt began to creep in. It had been done in public, with an under aged teenager, at his place of work. He could have lost everything. But the longer he thought about it, the longer he thought of the sensations and the overwhelming liberty of their act, the more he realized he didn't care as much as he probably should. It was rather easy for him to come to the conclusion that it was worth it. The young man was willing, as was he, and they both did something that felt so, fucking, good. By the time he made his way home, he had already resolved to do it again when the opportunity next arose. By the time Johnny makes his way home, it was already eleven at night. The streets were dark and quiet, except for the dim, buzzing, glow of the streetlights. He stumbled towards his front door to turn the lock and enter his pitch black house. He silently, and tiredly removed his shoes before stumbling up the stairs. He checks into Josh's room, silently opening the door, to find his oldest son asleep peacefully in his bed. He smiles before quietly shutting the door. Then making his way towards his younger son's room, he slowly opens the door and peers into the dim light. There he finds his youngest son, wearing only his tighty whities, curled into Mark's embrace. The older man was naked except for black boxer briefs, snoring softly with his arms around Johnny's boy. From the hallway light, their skin was quite the contrast. Colby had smooth pale skin, while Mark had tanned skin covered in a significant amount of hair. Colby rustles in his sleep briefly before settling deeper into Mark's large arms. Johnny slowly closes the door, a small, simple, smile on his lips. The next day was an early start. Colby was already running around and making noise outside by the time Johnny got up. He washed his face and before making his way downstairs in just his boxers and a t-shirt. Everyone else was already downstairs, and Johnny was surprised to find that every single one of them were only in their underwear. Colby was seated on the table next to Mark in just his briefs, while Josh was seated across from them in just his boxers. "Morning sunshine." Mark greeted him brightly, motioning to a plate of eggs, ham, and bacon with a few slices of bread. "What time is mom coming home?" Josh asks through a mouthful of eggs. "She's held up at the hospital, so she won't be coming home today until eight. Which means, you guys have got to be finished and out of here by the time she gets home. But you still got a couple of hours." I say with a yawn and a stretch. "How were the kids?" "Fine!" Colby responded loudly instead before taking a drink from his glass of orange juice. Mark laughs. "They were fine. No trouble on our side. How about you? How was work?" Johnny couldn't help the blush that crosses his face, and he clears his throat before responding. "It was good. Tiring, but good." Mark tilts his head curiously before narrowing his eyes with a knowing look. "That's good." "Hey dad, I'm coming home late today 'cause Mark's gonna take me to the gym. What time are you coming home?" Josh asks, taking Mark's scrutinizing look away from me. "Damn. It's gonna be a late night again tonight. Can you put it off until next week maybe? When I can finally come home early to watch Colby?" I ask. But Mark interrupts instead. "It's alright Johnny, I can take both of the kids. I can watch 'em both at the gym." "You sure it's not a problem? Is it okay to have a kid Colby's age there?" I nod towards my youngest son. "Hey!" Colby exclaims indignantly. "I can go! Please?" "Yeah, sure buddy." Mark says with a smile before turning to reassure the concerned look on Josh's face. "We can still focus on our workout. There's a couple of rooms there that Colby will be able to stay and do his homework. We won't be long there anyway. Besides, the guys there are great. They wouldn't mind keeping an eye on Colby either." I just nod as I ate my breakfast. "Sounds good. Make sure to give your mom a call, alright? Let her know where you guys are and what you're doing? I won't be home till late again, probably. Mark, can you give me the address to the gym so I know where it is?" By the time Johnny finishes eating, he only has a half an hour left before he has to head out to work. He rushes through his shower and he's dressed up and ready to go in record time. He could hear Colby already watching cartoons downstairs before he leaving for leave for school, so he makes his way across the other end of the hall to Josh's bedroom to say his goodbyes when he heard people talking in low voices. "But I actually want hair." He could hear his oldest son muttering. The door was slightly ajar, allowing Johnny to peek into his son's room and hear everything without being seen. He saw Johnny standing in his room naked except for curious patches of white cream under his arm pits, his crotch, and his navel. Mark was still naked except for his boxers, standing next to his son with a razor. "You don't have to rush it buddy. You'll get there. For now, this'll be better. It'll look good, I promise. The guys at the gym will like it." Mark says as he shaves the teen, starting with the pits and making his way down. "Really?" Josh asks sceptically, his blush deepening as Mark continues to touch him. "Definitely." The man insists as he makes his way down to shave the small treasure trail below Josh's navel before turning his attention to his crotch. "Now hold still." From his angle, Johnny could easily see Mark standing next to his son, handling Josh's junk carefully as he shaves in long, slow, strokes before rinsing the razor in a plastic tub of water at their feet. He could also see that Josh's teen cock was quickly getting thicker and longer from Mark's touch. But Josh just blushed deeper but remained silent and still while Mark stretched the teen's balls to shave the hair there. The whole process was quick, and in a few minutes, Josh was hairless, save for his head, like the day he was born. "Looks good." Mark rumbles, running his hand down Josh's body. "Really?" Josh asks quietly. "Yeah." Mark says with a smile before turning Josh around to face his bedroom mirror. "See? You're so fucking hot." Josh's blush deepened as Mark stood behind him, the older man's hands travelling down his young, smooth body, catching his pert, pink, nipples between his fingers and pinching. "Mark." Josh grunts as Mark pinches his nipples again. Mark ghosts his lips along the younger man's ear as he whispers. "What's that?" Josh is just breathing evenly as one of the older man's large, rough, hands move down to grip his throbbing teen cock. Then in slow, long, even, strokes, Mark starts jacking Josh's cock. "Daddy." Josh says breathlessly as Mark continues to slowly pump his cock. Mark's other hand starts to travel down the teen's body, briefly giving his balls a quick squeeze, before moving the hand behind the teen's ass and fingering his hole. "See? This feels better smooth." Mark whispers huskily in the teen's ear, so low that Johnny almost didn't hear from where he stood. Johnny adjusts himself in his pants, enthralled by the exhibition before him; his son panting in last as their older neighbour jacks him off and fingers his teen hole. "When we have more time, I'll stretch you out, long and slow. Stretch you wide till you can take me in." Mark says huskily, 'causing the teen to groan as the older man tightens his grip on his cock and being to pump harder and faster. "Then I'll make it so that you can't cum unless there's a nice, big, cock shoved up your ass. You want that baby?" "Yes daddy." The teen breathes out as he pumps his cock through Mark's fist. Mark's pace quickens as his other hands tries to push his finger deeper into Josh's tight, teen, hole, but settles on just massaging the spot with his index finger when he fails. In no time at all, Josh is grunting out his release, splattering the table and the mirror before them. Mark then fishes out his big, hard, cock, from his boxer briefs, bends the teen over the table, and starts pumping his cock furiously. A few short seconds later, the older man is blowing his load on the panting teen's ass and crack. Mark's cum was plentiful, most of his seed shooting far and beyond the bent over teen, splattering the mirror with his cum. Thick ropes of cum shoot out, aimed at Josh's ass, coating the skin the older man's seed. Mark rumbles his approval at the sight, and slowly moves the cum across the young man's skin, coating an index finger with his seed before proceeding to slowly massage the teen's, red, puckering hold with his cum covered finger. The rest he scoops up with his other hand, offering it to the teen, who briefly looks at it, and then at Mark, before extending a tongue to taste the thick, sticky, man juice before him. "All of it." Mark rumbles. "Yeah, that's it." Josh is lapping at the pool of thick cum on Mark's palm, coating his tongue with the thick liquid. Mark then proceeds to scoop up more of his cum on the teen's ass and back before shoving his fingers forcefully into the teen's mouth. Johnny makes his way out before they finish, silently crossing the hallway, careful not to make a noise. Colby jumps up and gives him a goodbye hug before he leaves the door, and Johnny makes his way to his car dazedly. He sits in his car for a long moment, his cock hard and leaking through his pants.