Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2005 14:01:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Mike
Subject: My Son's Friend Mark chapter 2

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My Son's Friend Mark

Chapter 2

I peeked into the living room as I got near the door. Shawn was still fast
asleep on the floor. With Mark's little hand still playing with my cock, I
carried him over to the recliner.

I kept my hands on his little ass as I sat down, squeezing the cheeks
through his briefs and moaning quietly as his little hand kept working my
still-hard and still-wet cock.

"Your cock is so big," he whispered. Just hearing him say the word "cock"
made it even bigger, and he giggled softly.

"And your mouth is such a tight little mouth, son," I said as I removed one
hand from his ass and ran my finger around his lips.

His little tongue slid out and licked the tip of my finger, and he
whispered, "Do you like what I do with my mouth, Daddy?"

I nodded just as he sucked my finger all the way down, looking in my eyes
and sucking hard. I let out a moan, but quickly stifled it and look down
where Shawn was sleeping on the floor. He started to move, but just his
usual kicking around in his sleep. He'd kicked his blanket off and was
sprawled out face-down in his underwear, head turned away from us.

My cock throbbed in Mark's hand. I thought it was going to pop off my body,
I was so turned on doing this with my son so near. I was even more turned
on knowing I was separated from my wife by only a wall.

Mark shifted a little as he sucked on my finger, and as he did the head of
my cock brushed his briefs-covered ass. My whole body shook as I felt his
cheeks on my head. I pushed up and felt the head slide up his crack. He
started moaning softly and sucking my finger harder, sliding himself up and
down so my cock head ran up and down his crack.

I was breathing so heavily now, and my free hand started exploring his
little body all over. I stroked his shoulders, his hair, his arms, his
chest. He shook as my hand explored him, and he continued sucking my finger
and stroking the head of my cock with his briefs-covered ass the whole
time. Just as I reached down to cup his ass in my free hand, I glanced over
at Shawn to make sure he was still sleeping.

Shawn was still asleep, still in the same position, but for the first time
I noticed he had a nice little ass himself. I think between the two, Mark's
was still slightly rounder, but Shawn's ass was definitely a nice one.

Mark saw me looking and pulled off my finger. He lifted up and whispered in
my ear, "Don't worry, a space-ship could explode right above your house and
he wouldn't wake up." Then he slid his tongue all around my ear, making me
shake like crazy.

After a few moments of this he slid his tongue down my jaw to my chin, and
he sucked on my chin a bit. His tongue then made its way to my lips, and I
parted them a little and slid my tongue out to meet his.

My cock was aching, as his moving up had removed all stimulus, but that was
soon to change. I moaned softly as he sucked my tongue in his little
mouth. I didn't know what his hands were doing as he kissed me, but I found
out soon after he removed his mouth and settled back down.

I felt the head of my cock against his crack again, but this time, there
was nothing between us. He'd pushed his briefs in the back while kissing
me.

I grabbed his little ass cheeks and spread them, looking at him with such
lust he did that little giggle again.

"I know what you want," he whispered. "Do you think it will fit inside me?"

"We're gonna find out," I growled softly. "Get my cock very wet, son. Use
your mouth."

Mark giggled and climbed down on the floor between my legs. Our eyes were
locked as he teased my head and slowly sucked my cock all the way down. He
had only swallowed my cock about four times, and I had just let out a soft
moan when Shawn started to move again.

He said, "Daddy?" and started turning his head toward us. I quickly grabbed
the afghan and covered my lower half--and Mark, just in time. I slid my
left foot up in the chair so he couldn't see the outline of Mark's head
moving underneath.

I wondered if Mark knew what was going on. If he did, it didn't stop
him. In fact, it felt like he was sucking me harder.

"Yeah, baby, I'm right here."

Shawn looked around and then asked, "Where's Mark?"

I felt Mark's mouth slide up around my head and give me three very hard
sucks.

"Aaaaaaaah... um... I think he went to the bathroom. Or maybe he's looking
for something to eat."

Shawn stood up and walked over to me. He looked like a small body-hair-free
version of me, tan skin, dark hair, deep brown eyes.

He stood next to me and rested his hands on my chest, as he often does when
we're relaxed and chatting. Usually I have a shirt on, however. Mark's lips
were slowly sliding up and down my shaft the entire time. He had my hairy
balls in both of his little hands, and I was trying not to shake all over.

"Daddy, will I get a lot of hair like you when I'm older?"

I glanced down at my hairy chest and chuckled. "Probably, son. You won't be
sure until you're older."

I knew he was still sleepy, because he was never this straightforward when
he was fully awake. I felt Mark playing with the hair under my balls with
one hand.

Shawn slowly stroked the chest hair right in the middle of my chest.

"I like how it feels, Daddy."

"I'm glad you like it, Son," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady as
Mark continued giving me my 2nd excellent blowjob of the night. I slid my
hand up Shawn's legs, over his briefs-covered ass, and up his back. "I like
that you're so smooth, Son. It feels nice." I gave a little shake as I felt
my cock head pop back out of Mark's throat.

Shawn grinned at me, apparently not hearing the very soft slurping that was
going on, then he started slowly stroking my chest hair. Just as his thumb
grazed my nipple, I felt my cock pop back into Mark's throat.

"Oooooooh..." I moaned softly. Shawn stopped.

"Did that hurt, Daddy?"

"Oh no, Son, that was okay. I like how you're stroking my hair. It makes
Daddy feel good." As I said this, I allowed my hand to slowly slide down
his back.

Shawn put both hands on my pecs and started stroking them. His fingers
played in my chest hair, and he seemed to be very interested in playing
with my nipples, which was fine with me.

As my hand slowly approached Shawn's ass, my other hand reached down and
grabbed the back of Mark's head. Shawn paid no attention as I started
slamming Mark's head down on my cock.

"Yes, Son, right there. That makes Daddy feel the best when you play with
his nipples."

Shawn's breath was getting heavier, and my hand was now cupping his little
ass in his briefs. I started to massage it, and he played with my nipples
even faster. I was pushing Mark's head down over and over, trying not to
scream every time my cock head popped in or out of his throat.

Before I even saw it coming, Shawn leaned down and started licking my left
nipple. My hand slid from his ass to his head and I pressed him against my
chest, moaning. Suddenly I shot spurt after spurt into Mark's hot little
cocksucking mouth. I glanced down and saw the afghan had moved, and I could
see his face, my cock buried in his mouth.

My hand relaxed on the back of Shawn's head, and he stood up quickly.

"I'm sorry, Daddy!"

I placed my hand back on his ass and pulled him to the side of the chair,
"Why are you sorry, baby?"

"I don't know why I did that, Daddy... it's just that Mark said..."

He stopped, looking very nervous and apparently afraid he'd said too much.

"What did Mark say, Son?"

"Mark said that men like having them licked like that."

I grinned up at him. "Did you notice I didn't push you away, Son? Of course
I liked it!"

Shawn's hand was lazily moving up and down my chest, each pass going a
little lower than the one before. I glanced down and saw Mark had left my
cock exposed, and was looking up at me from a safe vantage point. I could
feel his little hands stroking my lower legs.

I figured Mark had told Shawn enough that my cock being out wasn't going to
be the most shocking experience of his young life, so I left myself
uncovered.

Shawn kept silent, but continued lightly stroking my chest--and now upper
stomach.

"What else did Mark say men liked," I asked.

Shawn remained silent, but his hand moved a little lower. My cock, which
had been getting softer, moved a bit, deciding soft wasn't the way to go
here.

"It's okay, I won't tell anyone. It will be our secret, Son. Everything
that happens tonight is just our secret."

Shawn mumbled something as his hand moved a little lower. His fingers were
now grazing my pubic hairs, and were almost brushing against my cock.

"What did you say, Son? I couldn't hear you."

"He said--" and then I think he realized he wasn't feeling my underwear,
because he turned and looked down at my cock, which was moving and getting
harder. "Daddy! It's so big!"

"What did Mark say, Son? You want to tell Daddy," I took a deep breath,
knowing I was about to cross a line, "Or do you want to show him?"

Shawn looked at me for a second, then returned his gaze to my growing
cock. "He said men like this, Daddy." He wrapped his little hand around my
cock and started to slowly stroke it.

"Oh baby," I moaned, "Men LOVE that."

I could feel Mark licking the back of my leg as Shawn's little hand worked
my cock. I knew two things immediately: this was the first adult cock my
son had ever done this to, and mine was not the first adult cock Mark had
ever had. Either that or Mark was a natural and my son wasn't.

I kneaded Shawn's ass as he stroked my cock. I couldn't believe I was rock
hard again, but having your son's little hand stroking your cock apparently
can do that to a guy.

"Am I doing it right, Daddy?"

"Oh yes, Son, you're making Daddy feel very good right now." I could feel
my balls tightening. Unbelievable as it was for me, even after cumming
twice in the last thirty minutes, I was getting close again.

"Mark said men like other things, too, Daddy," Shawn whispered, still
stroking my throbbing cock.

I looked at Shawn. He was staring at my face, I think trying to figure out
what to do next. He didn't miss a stroke, however. I had a very good idea
what Mark would say came next, as he just did it for me in the kitchen.

I pictured my son's mouth on my cock and nearly came right then.

"Show Daddy what else Mark said men like, Son," I managed to choke out,
trying to keep myself from cumming.

Still stroking me, Shawn slowly lowered his head toward my cock. I slid my
fingers in the back of his briefs, exploring his ass as he got closer and
closer to kissing the cock that made him. When my fingers parted his ass,
he gasped a little and paused, his mouth about two inches from my cock.

"Go ahead, Shawn. Show Daddy what else men like."

I could feel Mark moving my foot, and felt him rub his crack over my big
toe. I pushed my little finger against Shawn's pucker. His whole body shook
and he let out a breath of air that washed over my cock. It was just what
my cock needed to win the battle against my will.

I shot spurt after spurt all over Shawn's face. It landed on his lips, his
cheeks, his forehead, and in his hair. While I was still spurting I saw his
tongue slide out and lick at his lips. I swear the last spurt was twice as
strong because of that.

"Daddy! What happened?"

I turned his face to me, my spunk covering him almost all over, and told
him, "You made Daddy very happy! Happier than Mommy has ever made me, Son!"

"But what is this that came out?"

"It's my happy juice, Son. It's how you know you've made me very happy. Did
you like the taste?"

He licked his lips again, making me shiver, and replied, "I don't know,
Daddy. It's okay, I guess."

I figured I was done for the night, as five loads were my record fifteen
years ago. I stroked Shawn's ass and whispered, "Why don't you go wash up
and go to bed? I'm sure Mark will already be in bed, and if not, he'll be
there soon."

"Okay, Daddy," he said as he lowered his face to kiss my cheek. His kiss
was wet and left cum on my cheek, but I didn't mind. I watched him turn to
go, wiping my own cum from my cheek. I smiled down at Mark under the afghan
as Shawn left the room, his ass crack still working my big toe.

He crawled out from under the afghan and started licking my balls, but I
pulled him away.

"Oh no," I said, "I think this daddy is out of cum for the night! Pick up
your blankie and get in bed before Shawn gets back from the restroom."

"Can we play more another time, daddy?"

I smiled down at him and whispered, "Of course, son."