Date: Sun, 23 Aug 2020 02:29:30 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: Mistaken Identity Chapter 2 WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between a grown man and a teenage boy. If sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive or if you are under legal age, do not go any further and do not read this story. The characters are fictional and do not represent any real person, living or dead or any real events or happenings. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except to the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your support. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Mistaken Identity - Chapter Two In chapter one, a friend of my step grandson, Patrick, was supposed to have a sexual encounter with him in our shower but Corey discovered me in the shower instead. But that didn't stop Corey from fulfilling his intended mission. I'm a middle aged heterosexual married guy who has never thought of having anything sexual with a guy, let alone an underage friend of my grandson. But things happen that take us by surprise. I was overcome by the passion and the eroticism of the encounter. But had major buyers regret after he left. To compensate and prove that this was a total aberration from my normal life I drastically needed to make love to my wife that night. But as I lay there in bed waiting for her to come to bed, all I could think of was Corey and his sexy smooth body and stiff shaven cock sticking straight out from his tight body. I was hard as a rock and ready to prove my manhood. Unfortunately it was the wrong time of the month for her. She did oblique me with a blow job. I had all I could do to not call out Corey's name as she sucked me off. It was my wife's mouth on my cock but it was Corey mouth in my mind sucking me deep and hard. I gave her a warning and shot a huge load of cum all over the both of us. "Wow, I must be getting better. You never cum like that." I couldn't tell her it was because both she and Corey were on my cock. So much for having sex with my wife to prove my manhood when Corey was right there with us, if only in my mind. In the following weeks, Corey had come over with Patrick several times, sometimes with others friends, sometimes just Corey. He was very cool and never let on anything had happened between us. No smile, no winks, nothing. Like the whole thing hadn't happened. He and Patrick were playing videos games and as it approached suppertime my wife invited Corey to stay and have dinner with us. He readily agreed so he and Patrick could play a while longer. After supper Patrick got a call from one of his friends that the video store at the mall had gotten a new shipment of games in and the one he had been wanting was in stock. The friend had them put it on hold but only until closing time. "I need a ride to the mall. The game I been waiting for has finally gotten in." "I have a gift certificate from my birthday so I'll take you and shop while you get your game," my wife offered. "But I hate to leave you with the supper mess to clean up." "No problem. You cooked so I can clean. You two run along and get your shopping done." "Corey, do you want to come with us? We won't be long." "No, I have to be getting back home. But thanks anyway. I'll help your grandfather clean up and then head home." Considering how cool Corey had been up to know I didn't think he staying would be a problem. "Thanks for volunteering to stay behind and help clean up. With two of us we'll be done in no time" "My pleasure." As we started to clear the table Corey was starting to casually bump into me as we were picking up dishes off the table. No overt, just making contact, sometimes seeming to keep the contact a little longer than one would expect. As he walked ahead of me to the kitchen each time I found myself staring at his ass and his legs. He had on a pair of running pants that fit snuggly on his ass and were short enough to show off his smooth tanned legs. I had to get my mind off of his supple body as I felt myself starting to chub up. As he put down the plates he was carrying on the kitchen counter, he turned quickly and bumped into me full frontal. He reached his arms out to steady himself from falling backwards. "Sorry, I didn't know you were right behind me." "My fault, I should have given you more space." "You can give me more of anything you want," Corey smirked at me. And so it had begun. The flirtatious comments and who knows what might follow. I felt more blood flowing to my groin and made a hasty retreat to clear more dishes. I made a point of walking around the table the opposite way as Corey to lessen the chances of more contact. As I headed back to the kitchen I noticed the front of his shorts had started to bulge. I felt like I should put an end to this before it got out of hand. "Corey, I think I can handle the rest of the clean up from here. Thanks for your help." "We're not done yet. You wouldn't want me to tell your wife you wouldn't let me finish what we had started, would you?" Was that a veiled threat? Or another of his subtle come on's? "All that is left is to load the dishwasher and then wash the pans and it's done. I can handle that ok." As I bent down to put the dishes and silverware in the dishwasher, he came up behind me to pass me the plates of the counter. As he did he moved in close and pressed the growing bulge in his shorts against my ass. I let out a quick sigh as I imagined his smooth cock constrained inside those shorts. I was hoping he didn't hear me but he did. "See, isn't it better when I help?" I loaded the dishwasher as fast as I could and stood up to close the door and start the machine. "That's quite a load. You think it can handle it?" "I'm sure it can," I replied without thinking. "Well I guess you know what can handle a big load and what can't," he replied with another smirk, almost a full out grin. I moved to the sink and ran the water to start washing the pans and the crock-pot. As I placed them in the sink Corey moved to my side. "Want me to help? I'm pretty good at washing things, getting them good and soapy." By now I had to press myself against the counter in front of the sink to prevent my cock from giving away my arousal. "Look, Corey, I appreciate the help, but there is nothing going to happen between the two of us, no matter what you think. Understand?" "Of course not, just a friend helping a friend." He would take the pans as I washed them and dry them and stack them on the island. The crock-pot was the last to get washed. "I'm not sure where the pans or the crock pot get put away so I just stacked them here." "I'll put the pans away and you can take the crock pot down cellar and put it on the shelf with the other appliances." I bent down to put the pans in the bottom cupboard. As I did I was face to face with Corey's crotch and saw his shorts tented out. I was tempted to reach out and yank his shorts to his ankles and release that beautiful smooth tool of his but I resisted. I concentrated on the task at hand. "Go take the cock pot down cellar and we are done." Corey took the crock-pot and headed down the stairs. I had all the pans put away and was wiping off the counter and the island. He had been down there longer than he should have so I hollered down the stairs. "You all set down there?" "I can't find the shelf to put it on. Where does it go?" "You can't miss it. Its right by the stairs." "I don't see it but I'll keep looking. I'm trying my best to find where it goes." I needed to get him out of the house so I figured it would be best if I went down there myself to put it away. Our cellar is divided in half, one side for the furnace and such and storage and the other side is finished for a rec room. As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I couldn't see Corey anywhere. "Where are you?" "I'm in here," his voice coming from the open door to the rec room. "Can you show me where the shelf is? I can't find the light switch and its dark in here. " "You're in the wrong side of the cellar," I replied as I moved towards the open door. "The switch is right by the door." As I went through the door I turned to find the switch when the door was pushed closed. "What the hell?" I yelled out as Corey grabbed my shoulders and swing me around to face him. He brought his face to mine and our lips met, forcefully and full on. His tongue went in my mouth as our passion was released. His hands were all over me, rubbing my back, grabbing my ass and groping my crotch. I embraced him and felt the naked skin of his back. He had taken his shirt off. He pushed his hips forward and I could feel his stiff cock pressing into me. I ran my hands down his back and felt his ass cheeks were bare as well. He was naked in a dark room with me, locked in a lovers kiss. He broke the kiss long enough to pull my shirt up over my head. He lowered his head and took my left nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. I moaned as I pulled his head tighter to my chest. He moved over and did the same to my right nipple as he deftly and slowly pulled my pants down over my hips. My cock sprung out at attention. He lowered himself to pull my pants off my ankles and gently kissing my thighs and just above the base of my cock, never making contact with my throbbing meat. Now we were both naked, hard and ready for the inevitable. He stood back up and kissed me, gently this time, as he continued to rub his hands all over me. He put his hands on my shoulders and lightly pushed me down on my knees in front of him. There wasn't much light in the room but I could smell his aroma and sensed the closeness of his cock to my face. "I knew if you came down here to help me you'd know where to put things where they belonged." At that he guided me closer to his body. I knew what he wanted. My mind was torn between good judgement and good sex. This is not me, I'm not a cocksucker. I'm a happily married man with no desire to get involved with this young man. But another desire took control as I put my hand around his cock and guided it to my mouth. I licked he precum off the tip and savored my first taste of another man. I had never even tasted my own juices out of curiosity but I liked it. I opened my mouth and took him in. The silky smooth yet hard skin moving effortlessly into my wet mouth. I took too much and gagged a little. "Take it slow and you'll enjoy it as much as I do," Corey advised. I back off slightly and then went back for more. I would go a little deeper with every move and before long I was amazed that I had taken his entire cock in my mouth and had my nose pressed against his smooth skin. I just kept it there and was overwhelmed at the intense feelings I was having. Naked on my knees with his cock full in my mouth. I grabbed his ass cheeks with my hands and massaged them as I kept him tight to me. His hands were on my head, running his fingers through my hair. He pushed my head back and started to move his hips back and forth, slowly and methodically, encouraging me as his did. "Oh man, you have a great mouth. I'm so glad it fits so well around my cock." I moved on hand around and massaged his balls and he continued to face fuck me. "Yes, damn it, it now suck my balls." I moved my mouth off his cock and down to his ball sack. Licking it I could get another good whiff of his boy aroma. My cock was bouncing up and down, dripping precum all over the floor. I took one testicle in my mouth and swirled it around and then the other. Then both at the same time, sucking and tugging at them. "Fuck yeah, you've got some great technique for a beginner." I just moaned an acknowledgement and keep going at him. "Now back to my cock. I need to cum so bad." I took his cock back in my mouth sucked him harder and deeper than before. He was more animated in his movements and more physical and he fucked my face. I reached one hand through his legs and ran my finger over his pucker hole. It quivered a little but then tightened closed. I didn't realize it then but that was the indication he was about to shoot his load. "Fuck, fuck , fuck, he its cums!" His thrust his hips forward, his cock stiffened even more than it was and shot his first stream of cum into the back of my mouth. Not exactly sure what to do I pulled back slightly. His nest shot filled my mouth and I got a good taste of his salty sperm. I couldn't take anymore in my mouth so I pulled off him completely. He grabbed his cock and stroked it as he continued to pump his cum all over my face and upper chest. I swallowed what was in my mouth and then used my fingers to wipe as much as I could off my face and chest. I put my cum covered fingers around my own straining cock and began to stroke it to get my own relief. "No, no, that would be impolite of me as a guest," Corey admonished me as he pulled me up and then went down on my cock with his mouth. I was so horned up it didn't take but a few minutes and I was spurting all I had into his mouth which he happily swallowed without spilling a drop. Wallowing in my euphoria I hadn't noticed Corey had quickly dressed and opened the door. "One more thing to clean up and then you're done," he smirked as he pointed to my chest and face. "Oh, and don't forget to put away the crock pot where it belongs." And with that he was up and stairs and out the front door. As I slumped down on the couch next to the open door, my mind was racing and heart was beating a million miles an hour. Had I really just had another guy's cock in my mouth, sucked him to completion and swallowed his cum? Hot dam, I really did! And it was fucking awesome. I had never felt to alive and vibrant as when he was in my mouth. The smoothness of his cock, the aroma of his crotch, the feel of his naked skin as I ran my hands over his body and his ass. As I ran all this through my mind I felt my cock starting to stiffen again. I reached down and gave it a few tugs. Then a few more. Then I was stroking myself fast and furious wishing I had turned on the lights to see Corey youthful body as I pleasured him. It didn't take long and I climaxed again, not shooting as much but still surprising myself at being able to cum again so soon. Then the reality and the remorse sunk in. I got up and grabbed my clothes, turned on the light to make sure there were no telltale signs of our activity and headed for the door. As I turned to turn off the light and close the door, I looked back in the rec room and realized I'll never look at this room again the same way without thinking of Corey and what we had done here. What other areas of my house would he despoil? Where would be the next room he would mistake me for a play toy for his sexual exploits?