Date: Sat, 27 Feb 2016 02:35:26 +0000
From: Colton Henry <mr_clean145@hotmail.com>
Subject: My son and my friend chapter 5

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
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The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Cody and I had gotten
dressed and joined the two others in the living room. My son, Dylan, was
flushed with embarrassment at catching his father in the act. It was one
thing to catch your parents fucking, it was quite another to catch your dad
with a classmate. Cody had his hands buried in his hands, unable to face to
awkwardness in the room. Unsure on what to say, I looked at Jack for
answers. He had a coy smile on his face, almost like having everything come
to light was part of his plan back when he first started stuffing my son's
ass.

"Cody, stop hiding your face from your father" Jack started "What you were
doing is completely natural, you were just scratching that boy itch. All
boys do it, or wish they did"

Dylan looked up the floor with disgust. My stomach churned knowing I had
embarrassed my only son, but it was time for the truth.

"Don't give me that look, Dylan." I started with my son. "I know. I know
about you and Mr. MacDonald."

Dylan's face grew 50 shades redder as his gaze turned from me to his lover,
Mr. MacDonald. Jack gave my son an affirmative nod and Dylan buried his
face into his hands like Cody unable to face the awkwardness of this
conversation. Cody, however, looked up once he understood the meaning
behind my words.

"Wait, Dad, you're gay? With Dylan?!" Cody asked accusingly.

"I'm not gay, son, and neither are you, and neither is Dylan." Jack
answered. I couldn't help but notice I was left off that list, but shrugged
it off as a subtle jab from my friend.

"I just am helping Dylan with some urges, letting him experiment with what
makes him happy." Jack continued. "Just like Chris is helping you with
those same urges. It's ok to be curious at your age! Everybody is!"

"I'm not curious and I'm not gay!" Cody shouted. He had had enough of this
conversation and ran towards the door. We stood up to stop him but Cody was
already out of the door and storming across the street towards his house.

I gave a discerning look at Jack as we stood in the doorway.

"He'll be fine." He reassured me. "Let him cool off for a while and I'll
talk to him. Meanwhile, we should go check on Dylan. It's a lot for these
boys to take in."

I looked across the street at Cody entering the house and slamming the door
behind him.

"But it your son can handle this" Jack said grabbing his dick through his
pants "I'm sure he can handle anything."

I scolded Jack with my eyes. To me, this was not a time to make jokes. One
phone call to the police or a mention to a teacher from the boys and Jack
and I would be locked up forever.

"What are we going to say to him?" I said looking in the direction of
Dylan's room.

"Let me do all the talking, Chris, I think I can convince him everything is
going to be ok" Jack answered. "But promise me you won't leave no matter
how uncomfortable the conversation gets. I'm your son's lover and
daddy. But you're his father. He knows that and you know that but you two
have never acknowledged this together. Promise me you'll stay in the room
no matter what".

From the look on his face, I knew Jack had a plan up his sleeve. I followed
him down the hall and he knocked on my son's door.

"Go away, Dad!" A yell sounded from the other side of the door.

Jack looked back at me before answering through the door. "It's me, boy."
There was a moment of silence and the latch could be heard from the other
side followed by the door opening slightly. Jack pushed the door open and I
followed after him. Dylan sat down on his bed not looking up at us.

"Look at me, boy" Jack commanded my son.

Dylan reluctantly looked up from his phone and looked at Jack. His face was
still flushed from embarrassment. I was astonished Dylan followed every
order Jack gave him. He knew I was in the room too but Jack had my son
wrapped around his finger.

"Look, Dylan" Jack started lowering his tone, "Your dad was just helping
Cody explore his body and boy urges, just like when I help you with your
urges. You like when I help you, right?"

Dylan kept his gaze on his older lover and did not once glance at me. He
took a gulp before answering knowing that even if he didn't look at me, I
would still hear his response. "Yes, sir."

"Cody and your dad are going to continue their relationship, just like
we're going to continue our relationship, right?"

"Yes, sir." My son replied.

"But listen, boy. Do NOT tell anyone else about this, you hear me?" Jack
said sternly.

"Yes, sir. I won't tell anyone." Dylan meekly replied. "I'm sorry we walked
in on you, dad." He continued finally looking at me.

I couldn't speak but mouthed an 'it's ok'. I didn't know what else to
say. I had promised to let Jack do the talking and was glad I did. I was
breathing easier now. The air did seem to change and Dylan was not as upset
as he was in the living room 10 minutes ago. I was not as concerned that my
son would go telling his mother or a teacher. My thoughts drifted to my boy
Cody, who was having a difficult time processing what had just happened
across the street in his room.

"Go give your dad a hug, Dylan."

Dylan rose to his feet and walked across the room to give me a hug. It was
a standard father-son hug with no real emotion, but I enjoyed it
anyways. Jack went to sit down on Dylan's bed. He looked up at me cracking
a devilish grin.

"Come here, boy."

Dylan's hug around my waist lessened as he walked over to his commanding
daddy. Dylan stood facing Mr. Macdonald sitting on the bed. Jack held out
his hand and took Dylan's to bring my son in closer.

"Strip."

I took a sharp inhale as the room fell silent. The familiar stirring in my
pants let me knowing my erection was growing. I felt like a teen again with
the speed my erections grew these days. Dylan still had not moved,
obviously feeling nervous with having his father in the room. He knew he
could not disobey his daddy though.

"I won't repeat myself, boy" Jack said lifting up my son's shirt.

I could feel my son's discomfort from across the room. He lifted his shirt
over his head revealing his naked back to me. He removed his socks and then
unzipped his pants letting them fall to the floor. Jack leaned back on his
elbows obviously enjoying the show he had had the pleasure of seeing dozens
of times. My son then stopped as his blue checkered boxers remained the
only cloth hiding his boyass from me and his boy dick from Mr. MacDonald.

Jack was not a man to be denied his gift any longer. He rose back to
sitting on the edge of the bed and rubbed the front of Dylan's boxers
getting my son nice and hard in front of my eyes. He then placed his two
thumbs into either side of my son's boxers and with one swift motion pulled
them to the floor. My son's ass looked delicious as I took another sharp
inhale. His plump ass held tight to his frame the way only a youthful
boyass can. Small goosebumps developed across his white cheeks as his bare
skin adjusted to the slightly cooler room.

I was so transfixed on my son's ass that I had not noticed Dylan dropping
to his knees on Jack's orders. Apart from seeing it through a pane of
glass, I had not seen my son's ass in years. I met Jack's gaze as he had a
smug look on his face. I knew what was going to happen. I couldn't move a
muscle and grabbed my bulge through my pants. Dylan began to unzip
Mr. Macdonald's pants while he stroked my son's hair 4 feet from where I
was standing. Jack's large erection was pulled from his underwear with my
son's soft hands. Jack was circumcised like me, but had to have another
inch to an inch and a half on me in the length department. He looked a fair
bit thicker too as my son's hands pulled and stroked Jack's cock.

My stomach churned with jealousy as Jack's playful hair rugs turned into a
small push. My son's face met Jack's cock and he slide the giant purple
head past his small boy lips. I had to move to get a better angle and stood
by his closet getting a side view of the action. I was too turned on to say
anything. Logically I knew I shouldn't enjoy watching my teenage son take
my best friend's cock, but emotionally this was one of the most erotic
moments of my life. Sometimes with men, the brain and the cock want two
very different things.

My son began to gag as he approached the half way point of Jack's
cock. Dylan would move back up the dick and move back down trying to take a
little more than the previous attempt. Jack encouraged the boy by stroking
his hair and face, but forcing my son at all to take more cock than he
could. My own dick was screaming to be taken out of my pants to join in the
action. I could feel the front of my briefs begin to soak in the oozing
precum.

Dylan's hand was rubbing Jack's balls while his other was wrapped around
the base of the dick where his small throat could not reach. He attacked
Jack's cock with a new loving passion almost inhaling Jack's sausage with
his eyes closed. He seemed to forget his own father was watching him orally
please a grown man just feet away and threw all his inhibitions away. My
son knew how to please Mr. MacDonald and looked to be very skilled in his
boy whoring techniques.

Jack grabbed either side of my son's face and pulled him off his cock. He
bent over sticking his tongue down Dylan's throat. Dylan did not object or
pull away but melted into the kiss. He moaned in an almost purring way as
their tongues danced inside my son's mouth. His lips were swollen after
wrapping around the large dick glistening with his spit inches from the man
on boy action.

"Do you want my gift inside you, boy?"

"Yes, sir" My son replied as they broke the kiss.

"Good boy, get on top of me" Jack replied laying down flat on Dylan's
bed. Dylan stood up and cradled Jack's hips. Jack reached between the bed
side stand and the bed and brought up a bottle of lube. Applying a generous
amount to the tip of his cock as Dylan watched. He reached between my son's
hovering legs and touched Dylan's boyhole with some of the remaining lube
on his fingers. Mr. MacDonald then held his rigid cock straight up as my
young son lowered himself down to be impaled. I let out a slight gasp as
Jack's dick head first breached the wrinkles of my son's asshole. With
almost no effort, the purple head disappeared inside my son as boy man and
boy locked themselves together for a passionate fuck.

"Good boy" Jack complimented my son. "All the way to the bottom". He looked
over at me smiling as I had again moved my position to be directly behind
Dylan. He knew I was enjoying the show. Inch by inch I watched as Jack's
cock sank into my son's boy pussy until at last Dylan's globes rested on
Jack's testicles. Inside millions of sperm were ready to be shot inside
Dylan's willing asshole. They paused for a second looking at each other as
if I was not even in the room. Dylan was gasping and moaning as his asshole
stretched around the invader. Moving his hips ever so slightly wriggling
his ass around Jack's dick. At last he had fully adjusted to Jack's size.

"Ok, I'm ready." Dylan said to Mr. MacDonald.

"Ok, what?" Jack asked my son looking up at him.

Ok, daddy. I'm ready for your gift. Please fuck me." I still had not gotten
used to my own son calling my friend Daddy, let alone hearing my son talk
so vulgarly and my stomach flipped over again with jealousy.

Dylan used his hands placed on Jack's chest to steady and lift himself up
until he was at the hilt of Jack's cock and then used gravity to sink the 7
inches back into his asshole. My son was very skilled as the pace increased
making sure his lover's cock never slipped out of its sheath. My eyes
widened to take it as much of the specular as I could. Jack's cock was
glistening with precum, boy salvia and my son's ass juices. It looked
delicious but I stayed rooted to the spot not wanting to disturb my son's
skillful fucking. Dylan collapsed on top of Mr. MacDonald's chest resting
his head by Jack's shoulder. Jack did not let the boy's hole rest, however,
as he continued to fuck upwards towards the ceiling. Moans filled the room,
including mine. My cock could not get any harder as I squeezed and pulled
through my jeans.

"You're my slut boy, say that you're my slut boy and you'll do anything to
please your daddy" Jack whispered into my son's ear as he inhaled the smell
of my boy's ruffled hair.

"You're my daddy." My son began "I'd do anything to, ah oh, please you?sir"
My son responded between his gasps and mews.

Jack held Dylan's hips at the top of the upswing and held the boy
there. Only his engorged, purple head remained inside my slut of a son.

"Say you're my slut, boy." Jack told Dylan again.

"I'm your sl?.slut, sir." Dylan responded slyly. He must have again
realized that I was watching and hearing everything.

Jack rewarded his slut boy by releasing his hold on Dylan's hips and
allowing his 7 inches to once again plunge deep inside my mewing son. Jack
and I let out a moan at the same time as Dylan bottomed out again. I was
amazed my tiny son could take the whole cock. But anything is possible with
enough practice.

"Do you want my gift, boy? Should I give you my seed?" Jack then asked. He
looked directly into my eyes and I stood their pathetically jerking my cock
through my pants looking at him destroy my son's ass. He chewed on Dylan's
ear snaking his tongue into the canal causing Dylan to sigh in pleasure.

"Yes, daddy. Please give me your cum. I want your cum, sir." Dylan finally
answered.

Jack smiled at me again as he began to move to a sitting position on the
edge of the bed until he finally rose to his feet with his cock still
embedded inside my son. He then flipped around and lowered Dylan onto his
back on his own bed. Pulling my son's ass to the edge of the bed gave
Mr. Macdonald the perfect angle to piston his cock in and out until it was
ready to explode. I again decided I needed to move to get a side view of
the action. Moving around to the closet again, I noticed Dylan's eyes were
closed and he was biting his lip. Mr. MacDonald's pace had increased
slightly and he was using a lot more force when bottoming out in my
son. Still, Dylan showed no signs of overwhelming pain as Jack got closer
to the end.

"Play with your boy dick" Jack commanded.

Dylan didn't open his eyes but reached out for his semi and began to rub it
with his index finger and thumb. Slowly it began to spring to attention as
it reached full hardness. His 4 inches was very happy as it was finally
getting attention. Jack stopped for a moment before letting a large glob of
spit pour over his lips and down onto Dylan's boy dick helping in the
lubrication. Dylan stroked his cock furiously not knowing when his 'daddy'
might tell him to stop. Dylan wrapped his legs around Jack's waist as far
as they would go trapping Mr. MacDonald's cock inside his ass as the two
got closer to reaching bliss together.

"Open your eyes, boy. Open your eyes as I give you my cum." Jack told my
son.

Dylan opened his eyes for the first time in minutes. Both man and boy
looked into each other's eyes as they inched closer to orgasm. Jack's
breaths were getting shorter and Dylan was squeezing his own boy cock with
furious passion. It was a race to see who would finish first but everyone
was a winner, myself included.

"Ah, sir, I'm cumming." Dylan breathed heavily as his strokes slowed
down. Shots of hot boy cum spewed from my son's cock landing on his chest
between his nipples. Dylan squeezed out the final drops as Jack lowered
himself closer to Dylan's face. His larger chest pressing my son's warm
sperm between their adjoined bodies. Their lips were just inches apart as
Jack shoved his cock one final time into my son's ass.

"Kiss me, boy. Kiss me as I breed your hole." Jack ordered as their lips
met. Both man and boy moaned into each other as they melted into the
embrace. I looked down to see Jack's cock and balls twitch several times
implanting his virile sperm into my young son.

The room fell silent again. The two lovers struggled to regain their
breath. They had completely forgotten about me in the room but my erection
was no less painful. Jack's satisfied, softening cock slipped out of
Dylan's hole with a loud pop. Cum glistened on Jack's cock and around my
son's gaping asshole. Dylan lowered his legs as I dreamed about having
Dylan's sloppy seconds. The lovers kissed again as they stood and
straightened up.

"Let's go shower, sexy boy" Jack said to my son in a much more loving tone
than he was while they were fucking. He held my son's hips as they embraced
for another sensual kiss.

I was still a fly on the wall unsure on how to act or what to say. I wanted
to slip out but my feet were rooted to the floor. Jack broke the kiss and
turned my son around. He gave him a swift swat on the ass as Dylan headed
for the shower in the master bedroom.

Jack stood there naked with boy cum on his chest and man cum covering his
semi hard cock. He took another few steps towards me closing the distance
until we were face to face. No words were said but his dominance over me
was overwhelming. It is difficult to act tough to man you just watched fuck
your own son.

"I'm glad you enjoyed the show, Chris" Jack finally said. He grabbed my
erection through my pants causing me to moan. "We'll be in the shower, but
the show ends here. Why don't you see how Cody is doing?"

He left and crossed the hall ass naked to join my son in the shower. I took
a few deep breaths to take in what I had witnessed. I looked down to
Dylan's de-virginized bed. I knew I had to do something and decided to take
Jack's advice. I adjusted myself in my pants before exiting Dylan's room. I
heard the shower running from my bathroom and the faint sounds of
laughter. I knew my son was in good hands as I left through the front door
towards Cody's house, my erection leading the way.

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