Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2007 20:29:48 -0400
From: JesseFonda@bellsouth.net
Subject: "Mr. Parker" by Jesse Fonda (complete story)

A short story about a pre-teen and his friend's Dad doing sex stuff on a
camping trip

This is a story. It has no basis in fact. You know the rules about age
limits or being illegal to read this kind of stuff so if you're not
supposed to, or think you would be offended don't read it. In no way do I
condone young boys taking advantage of older men or teens.  Teens or men
shouldn't be taking advantage of young boys either. A 19-year-old straight
guy is playing the part of me, as a 13-year-old. Since the part of Chuck
isn't even a walk- on a dummy was used. Mr. Parker plays himself.

				Mr. Parker

Oh god! The dream I was having felt so good. It was so wet, so warm, so
sloppy. I started to become aware of where I was.  I was in the tent, hard,
so hard. I was being sucked. It felt incredible. I couldn't hold back. I
started to cum like there was no tomorrow.

My best friend Chuck's dad had taken us camping again. The first time was
when Chuck and I were 9 or 10. Now we were 13. The last 3 or 4 times I had
this same dream.

It was over. I had cum. I heard swallowing. There was no mess on my stomach
to clean up. I was slowing awakening. I listened carefully. I was sure I
heard the sounds of jerking off. Damp stroking. I was sure I heard a soft,
quiet moan.

The next night I lay awake waiting for it, hoping for it.  I had the
sleeping bag turned down over my stomach. In the pitch black inside the
tent I heard a rustle of movement.  The cover was moved back and a hand
found the opening in my boxers. I was already hard in anticipation. A warm
wetness engulfed me. As the mouth sucked me I felt a hand slid up my inner
thigh, nestle under my balls and the tip of a finger began to massage my
hole. I opened my legs to give the hand better access.

As I approached the point of shooting my load I became aware that I had
been penetrated about an inch. And something inside of me was being rubbed
and felt so good.

I knew from sleepovers that Chuck slept like a log. It had to be Mr.
Parker that was sucking me off. I thought about it a lot and had a boner
most of the time for the next few days. I also spent some time on the
Internet and found out some stuff about "prostate".  That also led me to
this Nifty story site. It seems that being finger fucked while getting a
blowjob isn't all that unusual. It seemed that I was jerking off a lot too,
at least a lot more than usual.

A week or two went by. On a Saturday morning my mom knocked on my bedroom
door and said I had a phone call from Mr. Parker. He asked if I would come
down and help him move a large box. I told him sure I'd be there in about
half an hour cause I had just gotten up and needed to shower and get
dressed.

Thirty-five minutes later I pulled into the Parker's drive and parked my
bike. Mr. Parker was in the garage with the door up. After a cheery
greeting he led me into the house, upstairs to the fold down stairs in the
hall and a large box sitting at the bottom of the stairs. I got up on the
stairs and guided the box as he lifted from the bottom. It wasn't heavy,
just bulky. I didn't even try to hide the tent in my jeans.

After we finished and the stairs were folded back into place. Mr. Parker
looked pointedly at the bulge in my pants and asked if I was excited about
something. I barely blushed as I smiled and told him, "yea, I was thinking
about getting sucked off."

He led me into the bedroom, turned and undid my pants, pushing them and my
boxers down. I sat on the bed and lay back as he knelt between my legs and
I moaned softly while he sucked my dick and fingered me. Afterwards he got
a warm washcloth and washed and dried my cock. I dressed and went
home. There was a lot of jerking off that next week.

A few Saturday's later he called again, there were no boxes involved. He
just told me he was alone and I could come over if I wanted. Since I spent
so much time there with Chuck anyway I didn't even have to make excuses to
my parents about going over to the Parker's. I also had been reading more
Nifty stories and was becoming more curious about sex with my friend's dad.

As this went on over the next few months I started to strip before I lay
down for a good sucking. One day I asked Mr. Parker if I could see his
dick. He was hard as he pulled it out. He was also quite large compared to
me. I reached out to feel it. He ended up stripping his clothes off, lying
next to me and I jerked him off. He sure did cum a lot. It sprayed thick
and creamy over his chest and stomach. I had some on my hand and I licked
it off.
 It tasted different than mine, saltier with a slightly bitter aftertaste.

The next time we both stripped. We were head to feet. I licked his cock
head. There wasn't much taste, a little sweet because of the clear
pre-cum. I took as much as I could in my mouth and started sucking him. He
stopped and asked me to finger him a little too.  I came first but shortly
afterward he came. I swallowed it all. I really didn't think much about
it. It just seemed the natural thing to do.

The next time Mr. Parker asked me to put two fingers as deep as I could
into him. Since he had already lubed us both it was easy to do and felt
soft, wet, warm.  I tried to relax as much as possible as I felt him slide
a second finger into me also. After we both came and cleaned up we were
lying on the bed still naked. He asked if I'd like to try to fuck him.

Thinking about how it felt inside him I was almost instantly hard again.
Since I wasn't all that big and he was well opened it was a quick
insertion. I just slid right in to the root. It did feel wonderful and it
wasn't long before I shot my second load inside him.

That night as I was working my dick slowly I found myself wondering what it
would feel like to be fucked by Mr. Parker but then when I thought about
how big he was I had second thoughts about it. Over the next two or three
weeks the idea of having his big cock in me came more and more often. The
next time we were together I asked him if he thought it was possible. He
told me he'd like to try.

He asked me to suck him first. That way it would be easier for him to go as
slow and carefully as possible. He worked two fingers in me, twisting and
probing for at least 10 minutes as he knelt between my legs with my knees
resting on his shoulders. He rubbed his cock head against my hole several
times. Finally he removed his fingers and I felt him press forward. I felt
myself open even more as his big stiff dick began to slowly slide into me.

I stopped him several times. He would pull back and let me rest. When I was
ready he would try again. On the fourth try I had taken about six
inches. He started to pull back about four inches and push it back in. It
became easier and easier for me. He leaned forward with a hand on each side
of my head. On each push he went a little deeper. The friction against my
prostate was feeling more intense than ever before with just fingers.  The
head of my dick was rubbing against his hairy belly. I was close to cuming
when I realized he was completely inside me on the forward thrusts.

I told him I couldn't hold it any longer, I was going to cum. He smiled
down at me and told me to go ahead. I shot a big load over our stomachs. He
continued to slowly fuck me.  A few minutes later I heard him whisper, "My
turn". It seemed like he swelled inside me.  I felt it jerk. Then he
started squirting his thick, creamy cum deep in me. I felt at least five or
six jerks, warm floods shooting up me.

As I rode home on my bike I couldn't help smiling as I thought of his warm
thick cum deep inside me. As I lay in bed that night jerking and fingering
myself that thought stayed with me. The scene in bed with Mr. Parker kept
playing over and over in my head like a movie being rewound and played
again. I was wishing he were there to bone me again.

Sometimes several weeks went by that we didn't get together. Sometimes it
was several times a week. After a few times it wasn't nearly as hard having
him slid that big cock into me and I enjoyed it even more. He really liked
to be sucked first. It made it last longer when he would get into me. Long
enough for me to cum from the pressure of his thick boner moving inside me.

We went on for over a year before the Parker's moved because of a job
transfer but I still think about him during those nights while I slowly rub
one off before falling asleep.


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