Date: Mon, 4 Jan 2016 05:36:34 +0000 From: Colton Henry Subject: My son and my friend part 4 Disclaimer: This is a work of complete fiction. The characters mentioned do not exist and what you are about to read never happened. If sexual content between minors and adults offends you, then leave now! You have been warned. Sorry for the multi-year hiatus! I have recently been put into a situation where I can start writing again. I have still gotten e-mails from my readers urging me to continue this story even after 3 years. Feel free to e-mail me with any questions, comments, concerns or ideas. I love hearing from all my readers! Enjoy! I lay wide awake going over everything in my mind. Jack MacDonald, my best friend, and my only son Dylan were madly in love and fucking behind everyone's backs, except mine. I had also started to develop a sexual relationship outside of the one with my wife with Jack's son Cody. We had discovered each other's secrets and agreed to a 'son swap'. My wife rolled over in her sleep as I thought about my new boy crush Cody. It was one thing to adore a boy from across the street, it was entirely another to have him actually want to have sexual relations with you. I had dreamt about fucking a boy of my own for many years but the reality of sinking your cock into the buttery warmth of a boy pussy is something words cannot do justice. Cody was a work of art with his short brown hair and athletic build. He was toned in his arms and legs and nearly completely hairless. He did have sparse pubes he seemed very proud of. His little cock stood at about 4 inches and his whitish purple head stood as the crown of his perfect cock. My wife routinely had to travel for work and was again leaving in the morning. I hadn't been able to find some alone time with Cody for over two weeks. We had exchanged glances whenever he was over but he also knew nothing could happen. He had repeatedly asked me not to tell anyone of our budding sexual adventures in hopes of not being outed at school. He didn't seem to understand I definitely had a lot more to lose at telling the world I was fucking a 13 year old boy god. Dylan, my own son, frequented Mr. MacDonald's house every chance he got. With Cody being on sports teams and he not having a wife, Mr. MacDonald was always able to host my son's willing ass. I had sneaked over a few times to watch them fuck like the first night I had witnessed my son being taken by a man's cock. The risk of being caught by my wife or son was not enough to deter me as I stood in the cold bushes watching the mangling of bodies on the living room floor. There was a special churn in my stomach watching my son like that. It was almost like Jack was his father now and that Dylan was being taken away from me. Dylan would even call Jack "Daddy" on command, something he was training my son to do. It both excited and scared me and I loved it. There were a couple times I swore Jack knew I was in the bushes. He would almost seem to stare in my direction just as he would increase his fucking of my son's ass just before he flooded it with his cum. Dylan would cry out that he wanted his "daddy's" cum just as Jack grunted satisfyingly unloaded into the young boy's pussy. I would race back to the house before my wife realized I had left and waiting for my sweaty son to come back, one cum load heavier. * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Have fun today, I'll see you in a couple days" My wife said to me giving me a kiss before she left for the airport. Every year for Thanksgiving our town would put on the Thanksgiving Day parade followed by a vendor street party with games and activities for all ages. And like every year, we would go with the MacDonalds to watch and participate in the festivities. Cody, Dylan, my daughter Emma, Mr. MacDonald and myself all walked down to the park where we would watch the parade. It had rained the night before and the winter's chill was in the air. We had brought blankets and mats to sit on. "So how's school, Cody" I asked my young lover trying to make conversation. Cody was not one to call me 'daddy' and was trying hard to comprehend the mix of emotions going through his 13 year old head. He was athletic, popular and all the girls were after him. However, he would squeal like the young boy slut he was as I sucked the tip of his dick, one hand massaging his balls while the other probed his boy pussy with two fingers. He wanted to keep up his straight persona but would time and time come back to me to scratch that itch. "It's fine" the boy replied. Outside of our play time, he treated me like any boy would. To everyone else, I was just an old man and father to one of his best friends. Dylan, on the other hand, had Jack laughing as the two walked in stride a few feet in front of me. Jack looked back me a few times as if to say with his eyes "Thanks for bringing this boy god, my boy slut, into the world". He wrapped his arm around my son and pulled him into a side hug as the continued laughing down the street. We found our spot and my daughter quickly found some her friends to run off with. Cody sat down on the dry mat and quickly whipped out his phone. Dylan and Jack sat down with Dylan sitting in Jack's lap. To the naked eye, this would seem weird, but many people were cuddling on this dark, gloomy day to keep warm. I sat by myself as Jack and Dylan threw a blanket over themselves. The hill in the park was packed so I was confident Jack and Dylan would be unable to stop in the public bathroom for a quickie. My son's ass would be safe, at least for the afternoon. The parade started with the usual firetrucks, homemade floats, and high school marching bands. Everyone cheered and were having a great time. The noise was deafening, but Cody hardly looked up from his phone the whole time. I tried to make out some of his texts hoping I could catch him sexting some girl, or better yet, some boy in his class. I looked over to my left to make sure Jack and Dylan were doing ok. Jack was leaning back allowing Cody to lay his back more on Jack's chest. My son's head was resting on Jack's left shoulder and it seemed almost like he was asleep. I kept my eyes on them as I slowly realized what was happening. With the blanket draped over the two of them, it was impossible to see anything but their heads. However, from the body language, I knew that my son was getting fucked in the middle of this crowd. No one else had seemed to notice as I was no longer watching the parade my instead focused of my son's attempts to not scream out in pleasure. Dylan was moving ever so slightly as he moved up and down fucking his boy pussy on Jack's cock. My erection immediately grew in my pants watching the two lovers in such a risky fuck fest. Jack opened his eyes and looked to me on his right. He knew that I knew and let out a devilish grin. He mouthed to me "so fucking good" as I continued to gaze with my mouth slightly agape. Jack kept his eyes on me to whole time while my son continued to play asleep and keep his eyes closed and moans down. Dylan still did not know I knew he was a boy slut. Cody also did not know his father was fucking his friend from across the street. His gaze never broke and he was asserting his dominance over my son and it was turning me on more than anything. He gave me a little nod and whispered something into my son's ear. Dylan gave a slight nodding yes and I knew Jack was coating my son's insides with his sperm. Dylan slowed his movements as Jack's orgasm subsided. I turned my attention back to the parade as the two lovers twisted and turned inside their shared blanket pulling their pants back up. A few minutes later the familiar buzz of my cellphone went off in my pants. I was surprised to see it was from Jack seeing how he was only a few feet from me. "I'm going to take your son back to my place. Take Cody back to yours and get your dick wet. God knows you enjoyed that show. Your son is such a slut!" My heart started to beat faster as I looked over at Jack who winked. He and Dylan were standing up watching the end of the parade float through around the park. Emma, my daughter, came up and asked if she could go to her friends for some hot chocolate. I gave Emma my blessing and a wave to her friend's mother letting her know I was ok with it. The four boys, myself, my son, Jack and Cody all started the walk back to our street. Jack turned around and called back to his son, who had perfected the art of walking and texting. "Cody, I'm going to help Dylan with that science homework you've already finished. Do you want to read quietly at the house or hang out with Mr. Armstrong?" Jack asked his son. "Erhm" started Cody looking back between his father and me. "I'll go with Mr. Armstrong." "Alright, have a good afternoon then and do everything he tells you." Jack said ruffling his son's hair. He gave me a wink before walking over to his house, my son nipping at his heels the whole way. "You want something to drink or anything?" I asked the Cody. He was looking unsure around the house knowing what my intentions were but trying to understand his own. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do" I told the boy. It was true, I didn't want him to think of me as a molester. I wanted him to think of me as that someone special, his adult friend, who could help him get off in ways the girls, or boys for that matter, in his class would not learn for years to come. The truth was I was getting impatient waiting to once again slip my dick inside his boy pussy. Jack was able to get all the boy pussy he wanted from my son it seemed like. However, I was busy waiting for weeks at a time for just the chance to suck him off. "Maybe we could just play video games?" Cody suggested. I sighed out of frustration but joined the boy on the couch as we fired up the xbox. I kept stealing looks at Cody as we shot through another group of aliens. He was mainly focused on the game but once or twice we made eye contact and I was hoping he could read my mind through my looks. I was mainly focused on the front of his pants hoping for an outline to appear letting me know he was horny and much more likely to go along with my plans. When we had completed the mission he whipped his character around and shot me several times in the head killing me instantly. "There can only be one!" He cried. "Hey!" I retorted. I leaned over pinning the younger boy under my weight. He was giggling as I pinned his hands to the couch not letting him escape. He continued to giggle and laugh and I joined in. I slowed my laughing and began to look into Cody's eyes. His longer hair was partly in his eyes but his cute nose and hairless face highlighted his smooth beige lips begging to be kissed. Cody let out a few more giggles but eventually went silent looking up at me. His hands were still pinned and he was not resisting. My own erection was pressed into the boy's legs and I knew he could feel it. It may have been my penis thinking for me, but I decided to go for it and leaned in for a kiss. Cody was caught off guard and kept his lips pursed as I tried to slip my tongue into his mouth. However, knowing he wouldn't be able to get away, Cody slowly relaxed into my kiss and accepted my tongue. Ecstasy shot through my body as I made out with the young boy pinned below me. I adjusted myself so I could feel if Cody was growing an erection. To my delighted surprise, he was not growing but already fully erect and it was pressing to be released from his pants. I broke my kiss with my sweet boy and looked for a reaction. Cody smiled at me letting me know it was ok to again take this boy to my marriage bed for a deep fuck. "Come on, you" I said to Cody. I grabbed his erection through his jeans causing the boy to moan. I pulled him up with one hand on his shoulder and the other tugging on his cock. Cody was pulled up and I lifted him over one shoulder. Cody once again began to laugh and we headed down the hallway. I tickled the boy's ribs and I kept a tight hold of his ass cheeks. I threw my prize boy on the sheets of my bed with Cody still laughing. I jumped on the bed and crawled my way between his legs spreading them apart with my arms before kneeling over the boy. Cody boy hormones were taking over again and I knew he would be putty in my hands. My erection was as hard as it had ever been since I was Cody's age. I took Cody's face in my left hand and pressed my lips against his again. Inhaling the boy with my mouth, Cody tried to kiss me back but his inexperience showed. However, I was not here to simply kiss the boy. I was here to fuck the boy. My right hand grabbed his erection again as it struggled to unzip his pants. Unclasping the button, I sat up and pulled his jeans off his legs along with his boxers. Cody lifted his ass to help and I immediately followed suit by pulling off my shirt. I pulled Cody up to a sitting position as well and pulled off his sweater and shirt. I pushed him back down looking down at my boy god. His abs were showing signs of a six pack and his tanned golden skin was completely smooth to the touch. He looked up at me waiting for my next move. With only his tube socks dangling on his feet, I skidded down and plunged my face into his boy cock. "MMM!" Cody moaned. He grabbed my head and pushed me down onto his cock. The taste was just as I remembered. His tight shaft and pink head were salty and smooth as I ran my tongue up and down. He easily fit inside my mouth. The taste of precum filled my mouth and Cody began to fuck himself up from the bed inside my mouth. His humps were gentle at first but then began to pick up pace. I kept my head still as the 13 year old used my mouth for his pleasure. I closed my eyes and let myself experience the virility of my growing boy. I remembered I needed to take my time with Cody. Once you get a boy horny enough he will do almost anything you tell him as long as you promise he'll get to cum. However, Cody was like most boys and if I just whipped out my cock and tried to fuck him he would turn and run. I placed my hands on Cody's cool, bare hips undulating up and down forcing his cock back and forth inside my mouth. I listened careful through his moans and 'fuck yeahs' for the subtle increased and shortened breaths which would indicating he was close to filling my mouth. I had no objection to tasting boy cum straight from the tap, but my cock needed some attention too. At last, Cody's body was tensing up ready to spew its load on my tongue. I pulled my head off of his grip and smacked my lips. Cody shot a look up from his propped up pillows wondering what I was doing. "I was so close Mr. Armstrong! Please" He pleaded trying to push my head back down. I was too strong for the boy and came back into a kneeling position. "You can cum, Cody, but you have to do something for me too." I told the boy breathing heavily below me. My saliva dripped all the way down his shaft. He tried to touch his tender cock but I easily held his hands away. I was stroking my cock with his legs spread out before me. The boy was a feast for the eyes and I was starving. Cody sighed knowing his place and knowing he was going to have to accept my cock inside his boypussy if he wanted to cum. I leaned over and retrieved the KY jelly my wife and I used to spice up our sexual games. I poured a generous glop on my cock and used my other hand to slowly probe his hole with my fingers. Cody again reached for his boy cock but I smacked it away again. "Don't touch that again!" I surprised even myself at sounding so authoritarian with my boy. However, I could not have him cum and lose his interest in my cock. Cody understood the message and resigned to not touching his cock again. I inserted another finger into Cody and he began to mewl throwing his head to the side. He threw his arm over his face covering up his contorted face of pain and pleasure. Finally, once I figured 3 fingers were moving in and out of his boypussy with enough ease, I remove my fingers and scooted up to line up my cock with his gaping sphincter. "Push out like before, Cody" I told the boy. I steadied myself with one hand on his chest and the other guiding my cock into its docking bay. Cody did what he was told and I threw my head back in pleasure as the buttery warmth engulfed my dick. I continued to press forward until the base of my cock pressed against Cody's balls dangling down in front on his now flaccid dick. I took the deflated piece of meat in my fingers and began to rub it back to its full hardness. Cody's hands grasped at the bedsheets as I pulled back and began the assault on his ass. I began slow bringing it back so that just my purple head remained clenched by his ass. However, I began to pick up the pace and putting more of my weight on the boy as his ass adjusted to my size. Cody's own dick was at full hardness again as I jerked him off at the same pace as my own strokes. Cody wriggled underneath me as his dick and prostate overwhelmed his brain with pleasure. I had to slightly pin the boy down so that he would not get away. This also allowed me to fuck the mewling boy harder as he could not get away. "Fuck yeah, Cody!" I screamed at the boy below me. I lifted his legs and threw them over my shoulders and really began to start pummeling the boy with my cock. I felt my balls swirl and churn getting ready to breed my boys hole with sperm. Cody was moaning like a whore trying to hold onto any of my flesh and get me to slow down. However, I was beyond the point of slowing down. I closed my eyes one last time but felt a warm, thick liquid oozing over my fingers rubbing Cody's cock. "Uh, fuck!" Cody moaned biting his forearm to keep from screaming in pleasure. His dick continued to spew cum as I felt his asshole clamp down on my cock with each shot. This sent me over the edge as I slowed down and buried my cock to the hilt and became to deposit my seed inside Cody's ass. I leaned over my fuck boy and moved his arm, still draped over his face, out of my way. I kissed Cody a loving, tender kiss while my cock continued to drain itself inside the small boy. "Thanks, Cody, that was great." I told the young boy reassuring him that we had done nothing wrong. Boys coming down from their sexual highs quickly come to the senses about what they just did and often feel guilt, especially with a grown man's cock softening inside them. Cody, however, looked up at me and smiled. "Thanks, Mr. Armstrong, that was really intense." I smiled back and rolled off Cody laying down beside him. "So does that mean you want a round two?" I asked laughing. However, Cody did not have a chance to answer and my laughter turned to dread as a small voice sounded from the doorway. "Dad?! Cody?! What the hell?!?!" My son's voice shrieked. I shot up and looked at my son, Dylan and Mr. MacDonald standing in the doorway. Dylan's face was mortified while Mr. Armstrong's face had a wide grin with his hand around Dylan's shoulders. "Looks like we have some explaining to do, Chris. Please e-mail if you liked the story and have any suggestions, comments, questions, ideas, etc. mr_clean145@hotmail.com. 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