Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2006 11:06:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Mike
Subject: My Son's Friend Mark chapter 5

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My Son's Friend Mark

Chapter 5

When I got to Roy's, his neighborhood was swamped with cars. Apparently,
someone on the block was having a party, a reunion, or both.

Roy's car was parked in the driveway, so I ended up parking two blocks
away. I was okay with that, as the walk wouldn't kill me, and I was about
thirty minutes early, anyway.

The whole walk there I wondered what Mark was saying to Shawn, and whether
he was teaching my son how to suck a cock the way his daddy wants him to.

I paused in the driveway to will my cock into a bearable state. One of my
favorite things to do to Roy is see how high I can make him jump by scaring
him. I slowly and silently walked around the obsticle course of toys left
in the driveway by Roy's four-year-old twin boys, and carefully opened the
door to the garage.

What I saw caused my cock to jump. Roy was under his old truck on his back,
his bottom half jutting out. Cody and Jody were on either side of his hips,
both rubbing the bulge in their father's jeans. Cody leaned down and placed
his mouth over the bulge right where it looked like the head was, and Roy
moaned.

"Oh, fuck, boys, that feels so fucking hot!"

Jody reached for his daddy's zipper, and was just starting to move it when
Roy said, "Boys, Daddy loves what you're doing, but Uncle Mike is going to
be here soon. You boys get back in the house and get your room cleaned up,
and after Uncle Mike goes, we'll finish this up."

Both boys were up in a flash, and ran to the door to the kitchen. Without
even looking back, they were through it and had it shut before I had time
to rub my cock through my jeans.

Roy scooted out from under the truck, and just as he cleared it, I opened
the door and let out my standard "scare Roy" yell. It always worked like a
charm, but I think this time he was extra-frightened by what he thought was
just a close call.

I decided not to mention the big bulge in his jeans, and instead helped him
get the truck backed out of the garage so we could have more room to work
on his bike.

The evening was fairly typical, except for about an hour-and-a-half into
it, when Cody and Jody returned to the garage. They claimed to have cleaned
their room, and asked if they could watch us work for a while. At the time,
I was sitting in a folding chair while Roy was--in my opinion--making
things worse with the bike's throttle issues.

"Yes, but don't get dirty," Roy muttered. "If you two get dirty, you're
going to have to take a bath before bed, and that's going to mean you might
not have play time!"

"We'll be good, Daddy," the boys chimed in unison.

My cock had no other choice but to get hard at the sound of those words
spoken by those two little boys.

They both climbed up in my lap, one on each thigh. Cody was the first to
bump up against my bulge, and he glanced up at me. I just kept staring at
Roy, as if I was extremely interested in what he was doing.

Cody slowly moved his hand across my upper thigh and to my bulge. He slowly
rubbed it a little, then used his free hand to get his brother's attention.

Soon Jody had joined in, and I was starting to breathe like a man coming
down from a long run.

"It feels big, Uncle Mike," Cody whispered to me.

I made my cock throb under his touch.

Jody gasped. "Did you feel that?"

Cody giggled and nodded. I was watching Roy the whole time, but he was so
engrossed in what he was doing, he wasn't paying us any attention to us at
all. I made a very quiet noise that let them know I was enjoying the
attention, and they kept playing with my bulge. They continued to stroke
me, driving me almost to the point of standing up and shoving my cock in
their mouths, but not quite.

After about thirty minutes of this, I was getting ready to go wild. I
thought I might cum if it kept up much longer, but Roy, getting frustrated
with what I'd diagnosed as a lost cause about forty minutes before, stood
up.

The boys moved their hands immediately, and put on their innocent little
angel faces. I made a mental note to offer to babysit these little angels
for Roy and Willa--maybe a cousin sleepover, so Roy and Willa could have a
good night alone!

"Well, to hell with it," Roy groused. "You boys ready for bed?"

Both boys screamed the affirmative, hopped off my lap and ran to hug their
daddy, giving him a big hug. Their hands both landed near his crotch as
they hugged him, and I guess to someone who handn't walked in on them
getting ready to work over daddy's cock earlier, it would have looked
innocent enough.

I started cleaning up for Roy while he instructed the boys to go get their
pajamas on, and if they needed help to come back and see him. They both ran
off like excited little monsters on a mission--and I guess they were, if
sucking daddy's cock was a mission.

Roy and I had the garage cleaned up in no time. We just finished up when
the boys returned in their pajamas, almost correctly put on. Jody needed a
little help getting his shirt the right way around, so the big "J" showed
up on front, instead of the back, and Cody had his pajama bottoms on
inside-out, but otherwise they'd managed.

Roy went in to the kitchen and started washing up. I gave each boy a hug
and a kiss, and each boy gave my cock a good squeeze through my jeans. I
swatted each little ass and told them to get on in the house, and I
followed them in to the kitchen.

I stood next to Roy as he finished cleaning up, and I got started. I looked
out the kitchen window, and noticed it looked darker behind the house than
I was used to.

"What's wrong with your light out back?"

Roy cussed and muttered something about yet another repair he didn't have
time for. I offered to help him with it sometime, and he gladly accepted.

I finished up washing, and made a big show of leaving. I walked out the
garage and headed toward the street, then glanced back to make sure Roy
wasn't looking. I quickly darted around behind their house to the back
yard.

It was very secluded back there, even though they have neighbors on every
side. He has a large tool shed in the back with a huge lamp on the front of
it, and normally it's on all night long. I was more than happy it was out,
though. It made it easier for me to sneak up to the boys' bedroom window to
see if I could peek inside.

I approached it slowly, seeing as there was only a dim glow coming from the
window. Once I got to it, I saw my luck was still with me. The curtains
were parted enough for me to see the doorway and the double-bed the boys
shared. The doorway was open, and both boys were lying on the bed, eyes on
the doorway.

The window was up just a crack--I worried that Roy would come over to close
it, but I figured I could duck if I needed to.

The boys were very quiet, just staring at the door. They didn't have to
wait long. Roy appeared, wearing just his boxerbriefs.

He stood in the doorway, his hands on his hips, and asked, "You boys ready
for your bedtime story?"

"Yes, daddy," they both chimed.

Roy climbed in the big bed between his two boys, asking, "What story do you
want tonight, boys?"

Cody bounced his behind on the bed, yelling, "The Hot Dog Finds a Home!"
over and over, but Roy got him quieted down quickly.

"Jody," he said, "I'm sorry, I forgot it was your turn to pick. What story
do you want tonight?"

Cody giggled, looked at his brother, and said, "The Giant Snake Trapped in
White Mountain!"

Jody seemed to like this story just as much as the other, and Roy put his
arm around both boys, who leaned back on the bed, their heads on his hairy
chest.

"Once upon a time," Roy began, "there was a giant snake who was trapped in
White Mountain."

Both boys spoke as if reciting a well-memorized part of the story: "Where
is White Mountain, Daddy?"

"A very good question, boys... a very good question. First, you have to
start at one of two little spots in the forest of brown grass..."

Giggling, each boy moved the hand furthest from their father and placed his
index finger on his father's closest nipple, followed by the middle finger
on the same hand, so it made something like a little man standing on each
nipple. Each "little man" was standing in a field of Roy's ample chest
hair.

My cock was already hard when I saw I could see in the bedroom, but now it
was throbbing harder than ever before. I knew where this was going, and I
was hoping I'd get to see my little nephews with a mouth full of cock very
soon.

"You have to do the safe-travel-shuffle on that spot before you go, boys,"
Roy continued.

Both boys started flicking their fingers back and forth on Roy's
nipples. Roy let out a slight moan, and both boys giggled.

"Oh, boys, you do that so good. Look, it's making the Snake in White
Mountain move!"

Sure enough, Roy's cock was getting hard in his briefs. My own snake was
doing all he could to get some air.

"Now," breathed Roy, "you need to slowly start walking through the forest
of brown grass. As the snake in White Mountain tries harder to escape,
you'll be able to see White Mountain better.

Both boys were silently running their fingers through their father's chest
hair, getting closer and closer to the waistline of his briefs. His cock
was making a huge bulge in the briefs now, and I reached down to slowly
unzip my fly.

Jody was staring at the bulge as his fingers approached the waistband of
Roy's boxerbirefs. "What does the snake want, Daddy?"

Roy looked at Jody and smiled the most lustful smile I've ever seen.

"He needs a good boy to pet him, and stroke him, and then he needs a warm
wet place to play until he's done. Is there anything you boys could do to
help the snake out?"

Jody smiled and slowly slide down so his face was near his father's
bulge. Cody mirrored his every move.

"Well...," started Jody, "I could maybe... lick White Mountain, Daddy?"

Roy grinned and his hard cock moved in his boxerbriefs. "Good boy," he
moaned as Jody leaned down and started licking the bulge in his father's
briefs.

Cody was helping immediately. As I reached in my fly and got my briefs down
in the front, I watched Roy writhe and moan, enjoying the feel of his
little boys' hot mouths and tongues on the bulge in his underwear.

Both boys had their hands all over Roy's chest and bulge. Jody was the
first to slide his hand up the leg hole of his father's boxerbriefs. As his
little fingers played with his father's balls, he sucked the head of the
"snake" into his mouth, with the boxerbriefs still covering it.

"Oh, fuck, baby, Daddy loves that," Roy moaned.

Cody, not wating to be outdone, moved up to his father's chest and started
licking his nipples. Already stroking my cock, I now began to furiously
pump it, remembering how I was in a very similar situation just the night
before--but my son didn't know his friend was sucking my cock at the time.

Roy was moaning louder, calling his boys whores, bitches, cunts... and it
was making me want to explode--and I decided right then that this was not
the only window I'd be peeping into this evening.

I thought all pretense of a story was forgotten, but Roy suddenly said, in
a husky and commanding tone, "Jody, the snake needs a warm wet place right
now. Get him out and get him warm and wet, baby. Be a good little slut for
Daddy, and do it now, baby!"

Jody was a good boy, and had his father's boxerbriefs down and his father's
cock in his mouth faster than you can say, "Daddy's Little
Cocksucker"-which is what Roy was now moaning over and over.

Roy pulled Cody off his cock and said, "Lick and suck Daddy's balls,
honey." He guided his son's head down to his crotch and started gasping as
Cody sucked and licked as ordered.

"You boys are such good cockwhores for Daddy. You love to suck cock, don't
you, boys?"

Both boys moaned an affirmative and kept licking and sucking.

"I'm gonna get you another cock to suck sometime. You boys want that? You
want to suck another man's cock?"

Both boys moaned another affirmative, and that was the last I heard for a
minute or so--I shot a huge load all over the side of their house. A couple
of shots made it as high as the window screen.

When I came back to reality, Roy was asking the boys, "Do you think Uncle
Mike has a nice cock for sucking?"

Both boys pulled off to offer enthusiastic words of approval for my cock.

"Maybe next time you spend the night over there, you can figure out a way
to get his cock in your mouth, huh, boys?"

"I think he'd let us," Cody volunteerd.

Jody added, "Yes, he let us touch him there tonight."

Roy grabbed both little heads and guided them back down on his cock and
balls.

"Well," Roy mused, "Maybe I'll have to send you over there to spend the
night very soon. Now, suck Daddy's cock until he cums, boys."

It was all business from that point on. Roy fucked Jody's mouth a bit, then
pulled the boys off in order to have them switch jobs. It went like that
for a while, but Jody was the one with his father's cock in his mouth when
Roy started fucking harder, and yelling, "Yeah, bitch! Suck that cock, you
faggot cocksucker!"

He pulled Jody's head down on his cock and almost screamed as he shot his
load down his boy's throat.

Jody pulled off as soon as his father released his head, and Cody's mouth
replaced his. He licked and sucked his daddy's cock clean. I kept watching
as I tried to get my still-hard cock back in my fly.

"You boys are so good," Roy sighed. "Mommy's gone most of the night. Do you
want me to come in and wake you up to play again later?"

I backed away, zipping my fly, barely hearing both boys cheer and say,
"Yes" over and over.

I walked to my car, my cock still hard. Mark lived three houses down from
our house. His window was on the back side of the house. I refined my plans
in my head as I walked back to my car.