Date: Sat, 7 Jan 2006 12:12:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Mike
Subject: My Son's Friend Mark chapter 4

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My Son's Friend Mark

Chapter 4

The next morning I woke up late. Judy must have let me sleep in knowing I'd
been up late watching a movie with Shawn & Mark. I appreciated it, since
those two seven-year-old boys had gotten six loads out of me between the
two of them, and I needed the rest!

It was about 10:00, which is very late for me on a Saturday. I rolled out
of bed and put my robe on, and went to see where the rest of the family
was.

The house seemed fairly silent, so I figured either the boys were still
sleeping, or they'd gone outside. It had been getting warmer outside
lately, and the boys loved taking advantage of that.

When I got to the kitchen, I found a note from Judy. She wrote that the
boys were wanting to see a movie, so she took them to the late-morning
showing at the theater in a nearby town. Our town isn't really large enough
to have such things as a theater--or much of a night life. I glanced out
the window at the garage and saw safety light was still on, so they must
have left a short time before I woke up.

I decided to take advantage of this time by cleaning up around the house a
little, and maybe get some things done out in the garage.

The first order of business was to start the laundry, as I figured it would
be best if I washed that wash rag Mark and I used last night, rather than
Judy washing it.

Once I got the load started, I showered and dressed and made my way out to
the garage. There was plenty there to keep me busy, and I only occasionally
thought about what had happened the night before. Of course, every time I
had to stop what I was doing to will my cock to go down.

Finally, around three, Judy arrived. She parked in the driveway with both
boys bouncing around in the back seat.

"Hey, hon'," she called as she got out of the car. "Want to help me carry
groceries in?"

"You brought those two with you to the grocery store?" I was floored. Even
when they weren't stroking or sucking my cock, those two boys could be a
major distraction. I was thrown when I saw bags from a few stores,
actually, so I had to add, "You brought those two to SEVERAL stores?"

In her rapid-fire, hope-you-don't-mind-but-here-is-my-schedule-either-way
mode of speech, Judy replied, "Well, since Shawn is spending the night at
Mark's tonight, I thought I'd go ahead and get all this stuff done so I can
go out with Willa and Betse--if you don't mind, that is. It'll be Betse's
first night out since Bernie left her, and I wanted to make sure she had a
good time, and--"

I interrupted her lightning-fast speech with, "Shawn's spending the night
at Mark's?"

"Yes, Mark really wanted to spend the night over here again, but I told the
boys I was going to go out and you were going over to Roy's to help him
with his bike, and--"

"Damn! The bike! I almost forgot!" I really liked the idea of Mark spending
the night again, especially now that Judy apparently had evening plans of
her own. But Judy's brother had asked me to come over this evening to help
him with his the motorcycle he's trying to rebuild, and I'd forgotten all
about it.

Judy shoved two full grocery bags in my arms, and went back to her
explanation, "Anyway, I'd originally planned to do all this shopping
tonight, but now that I have the other plans--again, as long as you don't
mind, that is--I figured I should grin and bear the twin terrors in the
grocery store so I could have the night free..."

I mumbled some sort of agreement to her as I carried the bags in the
house. Behind her I could hear Mark offering to carry something in.

My mind was rushing through all the excuses I could give for not going over
to Roy's, and really there was no way out of it. I'd set the bags on the
kitchen counter and was standing there for just a moment, lost in thought,
before I felt a little hand rubbing the bulge in my jeans.

I looked down to see Mark's little face looking up at me, as he felt my
cock get harder inside my jeans and briefs.

"I really wish I could spend the night tonight, but I understand. I'll get
to spend the night again real soon, won't I?"

I nodded my head and glanced out the window at the driveway. Judy was
collecting some items that had spilled when a bag had overturned in the
trunk, and Shawn was standing dutifully beside her, waiting for his share
of the grocery load.

My hand slowly moved to my fly, but I felt Mark's hand beat me there. He'd
placed his bag of groceries on the floor beside him, and was working my
zipper down.

I kept my eyes on Judy, but I helped Mark get my cock out the fly. He was
sucking on it in an instant. I knew I wasn't going to have time to cum, but
I loved the feel of his little mouth on it. I grabbed his head in my hands
and pulled him all the way down on my cock.

I started slowly guiding his tiny head up and down the shaft, moving my
hips to get a good fucking motion going, but keeping it nice and slow.

I glanced down repeatedly, and every time, his eyes were on my face. He
must have known I was watching for when Judy or Shawn started inside,
because when Judy and Shawn both started toward the house, I just had to
let go of his head. He sucked my cock back to the tip, and let it out with
a loud, "PLOP!"

I had time to get my cock in my pants, zip up, and be leaning with my
crotch against the counter when they walked in. Mark had moved his bag to
the fridge and was putting away everything that needed to go in the
refrigerator. I made a show of getting items out of the bags I'd brought
in.

Eventually my cock softened, and I could step away from the counter. I
quickly helped Judy and the boys get all the groceries put away, and then I
returned to the garage, leaving Shawn and Mark to help Judy get the other
non-grocery items put away.

Our garage isn't attached to the house, which is a pain most of the
time--especially in bad weather. I was working on organizing the various
nuts and bolts and screws and nails strewn about my work bench when I
noticed movement out the window.

The window above my workbench faces the frosted window in our bathroom, and
I could tell by the height of the person and the movement that Judy had
just stepped in the shower. So maybe there was a benefit to the garage
being away from the house.

I immediately turned to go in the house, to see if maybe one or both of the
boys could offer me some "help" out in the garage, and there was Mark,
standing in the doorway.

"My mom just called. She says I need to come home within the next 30
minutes or so," he explained as he slowly walked toward me.

"Oh..." was all I could say, while I reached down and unsnapped my jeans.

"I told them that mom wanted me to come home right away. Shawn's watching
t.v., and--"

"And Judy's in the shower. I can see her through the frosted glass."

Mark licked his lips and nodded. His little hand reached out and unzipped
my fly again.

"Do you want to suck my big hard cock, Mark?"

"Yes sir," he replied. "Do you like the way I suck it?"

I slid the front of my briefs down over my hard cock, and tucked them under
my balls.

"No, son, daddy LOVES the way you suck it."

Mark giggled, then looked up at me with the hottest look in his eyes I had
ever seen. "Do I suck better than she does?"

I grabbed the back of his head with my left hand, and got a good grip
around my cock with my right. I moved his head toward the head of my cock,
and rubbed the cock head over his lips. "You suck MUCH better than she
does, son."

As I rubbed his little cheeks with the head of my cock, he asked, "Is my
pussy better than hers, daddy?"

My cock throbbed at the memory of invading his pussy for the first time the
night before, and the mental image of my reflection in the mirror as I
fucked him against the bathroom wall sent me over the edge.

I placed the head in his little mouth, grabbed his head in both my hands,
and moaned, "You're a MUCH better fuck than she is. You're pussy is so much
better than hers, son!" I pulled his head all the way down on my cock,
feeling the head pop into his little throat with ease.

"That's it, son, take your daddy's cock," I moaned as I fucked this little
mouth. I kept glancing at the frosted window to make sure Judy was still in
the shower.

"You suck daddy's cock so good. I wish my son would learn how to suck cock
as good as you. Are you going to teach Shawn to be a good cocksucker like
you?"

Even though I was fucking his mouth with wanton abandon, Mark managed to
look me in the eyes and moan an affirmative "mmmmmmmmmmmmmhmmmmmmmmmmmm" at
me.

"Yeah, bitch, teach Shawn to be daddy's little cocksucker. Teach my son to
swallow my cock like you do. I'm gonna fuck you and then fuck his little
mouth, you cockslut!"

It was all too much. Anyone who walked or drove by could look right in the
garage, could hear everything I was saying. That turned me on all the more.

I lost all control. I started fucking that little boy's mouth so hard. He
just took it. He moaned around my cock, grabbed my hips, and kept up the
pace. I felt my cock head slide in and out of his throat over and over and
over.

As I got closer, I held his head so that my cock head was right against the
back of his throat. I started pulling his head forward just enough for my
cock head to pop in his throat, then push him back so I was back at the
back of his throat. The feeling drove me wild. I did this over and over in
rapid succession until I shot a thick load of cum into his little mouth.

He sucked me all the way down one more time, then slowly slurped his way
off my cock.

"Thank you, daddy," he giggled. "Can you fuck me now?"

I couldn't believe how horny this kid was.

I looked at the clock above my tools. He had about five minutes to walk
home, which meant he'd make it in plenty of time. And if I fucked him
again, I don't think he'd make it home by midnight! I'd love to spend all
day and all night fucking that tight cunt of his.

"Not now, son, but daddy will be seeing you again very soon, okay?"

Mark nodded, and his tongue darted out to get a bit of my cum that had
somehow made it to his upper lip.

He turned to go, and made it to the open garage door before turning back to
me. "I'm giving Shawn a very important lesson tonight," he said. "I think
he'll be a very good boy for you very soon."

And he left.

I was stunned. After coming, I'd almost forgotten about saying that to
Mark. My cock hadn't, however, and was on the rise again.

I glanced out the window and saw the bathroom light go off. I quickly got
my cock put away and got myself put back together.

I was in the garage for a couple more hours getting things organized, and
finally decided to go in. Judy had put together a quick supper for us, and
the three of us made short work of it.

Judy was in her, "Girls Night Out" clothes, and I knew she wouldn't be
getting in until late--if at all. She wouldn't be home if she got too
drunk. Willa was good about keeping her off the roads. The idea of her not
getting home all night made me again wish Mark was staying over.

That thought led to a visual of me fucking Mark hard and deep in the bed I
share with Judy. Him moaning, his little legs gripping my hips and ass...

"Are you okay, Hon'?"

I looked at Judy. She looked genuinely concerned. I realized my breathing
must have turned very heavy while I was imagining fucking that tight boy
cunt in my own bed.

"Yeah, yeah... I was just thinking I'd forgotten to do something, and I
guess I spaced out trying to remember it. It was laundry. I started some
today and didn't finish it." I gave her a what-can-you-do-with-me smile,
and she seemed to buy it.

"Well, you can always finish it when you get back from Roy's," she
suggested, giving me a look that let me know she wasn't going to be
finishing it, at any rate.

I glanced over at Shawn, who was looking at me strangely. "You excited
about spending the night with Mark, buddy?"

His face changed immediately. "Oh yeah, Daddy!"

Hearing that word made my cock throb. I don't think I'll ever hear that
word the same way again.

"Okay, gentlemen," Judy started as she rose from the table, "I have to meet
the girls in ten minutes, so I'm leaving you to the cleaning-up. Can you
handle it?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Yes, Mom." Shawn was less enthusiastic than me, but it made for a less
sarcastic response.

"Very good. Shawn, don't forget, you need to be getting over to Mark's
soon." Judy picked her purse up off the table by the door, and did a quick
check.

"I'll get him there," I replied. "You just have a good time. Help Betse
find her rebound man."

"That's the last thing she needs," Judy scowled. "I'll see if I can find
some self-esteem for her, first. Good-night, boys." And she was out the
door.

Shawn helped me clean off the table and together we got most of the dishes
in the dishwasher. The ones that didn't go in the dishwasher were in the
sink, waiting for me to get them done sometime before Judy returned.

"Well, bud, what do you think? Is it clean enough?"

Shawn looked around, then suggested we wipe down the kitchen table. "Mom
hates seeing it messed up."

I grabbed the glass cleaner and went over to the table. Shawn got the paper
towels off the roll and joined me.

I'd sprayed the table and had watched Shawn wiping it down for at least a
minute before I made the connection. Shawn was looking at me strangely
earlier because he'd seen the bulge in my jeans through the glass table
top. Judy probably hasn't looked at my crotch in ages, so she just thought
something was wrong. I think Shawn had a good idea why his daddy was
breathing like that.

"Sorry I spaced out during dinner, Son. I just got to thinking about what
we did last night."

Shawn glanced up at me, a nervous look on his face.

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"Why are you sorry, Son? I enjoyed it!"

Shawn still looked nervous, so I decided not to push it. When he finished
wiping off the table, I took the dirty paper towels from him and said, "You
can go ahead, I can get the rest of this, Son."

"Thanks, Daddy," he replied, and turned to go to his room.

Of course, hearing that word made me start getting hard again, so I quickly
tossed the paper towels away and headed to the bedroom. The full-length
mirrors on our closet doors made me realize I'd gotten filthy trying to
organize the garage. Judy must have had a lot on her mind not to make a
comment about that during dinner.

I quickly stripped down and walked out of my room and headed to the
bathroom. I figured Shawn was either gone or on his way out the door by
now, so I didn't worry about a robe. My cock was still semi-hard from the
last "Daddy" out of his lips, and I figured it wouldn't hurt to have a nice
slow stroke as I showered.

In the shower, I took care of the regular business first. I showered,
shampooed, and even shaved. Plenty of time had passed, and I figured Shawn
was already at Mark's. If he wasn't, it wasn't like he hadn't watched me
shoot cum the night before.

I started to slowly stroke my cock. I imagined Mark teaching Shawn a lesson
tonight. I wondered if he'd have Shawn suck his little cock, or if he'd
suck Shawn's. My cock throbbed at the possibilities.

I let out a growling, "Oh god, suck it, baby," and was surprised to see the
shower door moving.

"Daddy?"

I let go of my cock out of instinct, my balls slightly disappointed, as
they'd just started to work their way up to the "shoot or ache" position.

"Yeah, bud," I replied. "What do you need?"

To my surprise, Shawn stepped into the shower, totally naked.

"Um, I was... well, I figured I needed to shower, too, and if I wait for
you to finish, I'll be late getting to Mark's, and... um..."

I didn't make him suffer through his excuse any longer, "Sure, Son. Just
close the shower door."

He was staring right at my cock, which was rock hard and
throbbing. "Daddy," he said, so quietly I almost didn't hear him, "It's so
big!"

"Yes, Son. That's because I was stroking it when you opened the
door. Remember how you stroked Daddy's cock last night? I was doing that."

"Why, Daddy?"

"Well, Daddy was thinking about your little hand on it, and how you got
your face so close to it last night, and it made me excited. When I'm
excited I like to stroke it--or have it stroked--to make me feel very
good."

I made my cock bounce in front of his face.

"Daddy really liked it when you stroked his cock, son," I prompted as he
stepped forward.

I saw his arm move, and my cock leaked just a little. Shawn saw it, and
gasped. "What's that, Daddy?"

"That's just some pre-cum, Son. It's like what I shot all over your face
last night. It tastes just about the same, anyway."

"Can I taste it, Daddy?"

My cock lurched and more pre-cum came out. "Oh, Daddy would love it if you
tasted it."

To my disappointment, he used his finger to get some off my head, but it
was still hot watching him suck his finger.

"Do you like it, buddy?"

"I'm not sure yet, Daddy. Can I try some more later?"

My cock started a good lurch at the knowledge that he wanted to do this
again sometime, but it was stopped by his little hand wrapping around it.

I put both hands on the wall, leaning toward him as he started stroking
me. He leaned back into the shower water and just kept stroking up and down
his father's cock.

"That's a good boy, stroke Daddy's cock, son. You do that so good,
baby. Daddy loves what you're doing to him, and Daddy loves you so much."

I moaned and slowly started thrusting my hips. With each thrust the head of
my cock got closer and closer to my son's lips.

I knew what I wanted, and I'm fairly sure he wanted it, too.

"Your hand feels so good to Daddy, but you know your lips would feel better
on it, baby," I ventured, hoping he wouldn't be too shocked to make his
father cum.

I saw his tongue slide out and lick at his lips, and my cock got bigger. I
felt myself getting close.

The whole time he considered what I said, he kept stroking me. His hand
felt much better than it did last night, and I realized he was learning to
give a great handjob.

His mouth slowly moved the inch to the head of my cock. He puckered his
lips and kissed the tip. As he pulled away, I saw two strands of pre-cum
hanging from his lips to my cock. That was the trigger. I shot right on his
face.

He gasped, and the second load went in his mouth.

"Swallow that for Daddy, Son," I shouted. "Swallow it like Daddy's good
boy!"

He let two more spurts go in his mouth, then closed his mouth to
swallow. Seeing his little throat work as he swallowed my cum made the next
two spurts even more intense.

Apparently he was learning to like the taste, because he opened his mouth
for the rest of the cum.

His hand slowed down on my cock, and I stood up straight.

"Damn, Son, you know how to make Daddy cum hard."

He blushed a little, then looked up at me. "Thank you, Daddy."

"Any time, Son. Well, any time your mother isn't around, right buddy?"

"Yes, Daddy." He smiled, then turned and let the water wash the cum off his
face. Once clean, he turned back around to look up at me. I leaned down and
placed my lips on his, opening them just a little, in case Mark had taught
him a trick with his tongue.

He didn't pull away until I did, but there was no tongue, either.

I turned off the water, and Shawn jumped out of the shower.

"I have to hurry, Daddy! I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, Son," I shouted after him as he ran bare-assed down the hall.

My cock didn't want to go down, but within ten minutes I was alone in the
house. There was nothing to do but get dressed and head over to my
brother-in-law's place.