Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2009 17:13:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon T. <t_jon15@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Influence - Chapter 2

This is a work of fiction - these characters exist only in my fevered
imagination. This story features sex between adults and willing minors,
both family and non-family members. If you're not into that or if you are
not of an age to be reading X-rated stories, please go elsewhere. If you
wish to provide feedback, you can contact me at t_jon15@yahoo.com. Thanks
to the guys who wrote after the first installment. It's great hearing from
you!

An additional note: I do not advocate for incest, sex with underage boys or
girls, or for unsafe sex. I personally find bare sex to be more interesting
and conducive to fantasy, but I beg of you: use a condom if you are having
anal sex with an actual live person. HIV/AIDS is very real and is not to be
taken lightly.

This chapter is short on sex and long on talking, but it really lays
groundwork for what is to come. I hope you'll bear with me.


Bad Influence, Chapter Two


	It was Sunday morning after the Saturday night during which my
relationship with my 16-year-old son changed forever. It had been 2:00
a.m. before Mark and I finally stopped kissing and humping each other. We
had dragged ourselves out of bed and into my large walk-in shower where we
washed off the cum, lube, and sweat from our passionate love-making. Mark
went off to his own bed while I changed the sheets on my bed. I had slept
fitfully, not in small part due to my asshole which was leaking cum and
which hurt like a bitch.

	At 10 AM, I gave up on sleep, slipped on some shorts and stumbled
down the stairs to the kitchen. I put on the coffee pot to brew some
life-saving elixir. As I waited for the coffee to make, I stared out the
kitchen window, not seeing what was before my eyes. My stomach was tied in
a knot, and my ass was still very, very sore.  What had we done the night
before? I could not even visualize the future that lay before us. I ran my
hand over my bristly face and shook my head. Emotion was beginning to
overwhelm me.

	I was so involved in my thoughts that I didn't hear Mark enter the
room. He came up behind me and slipped his arm around my waist. Surprised,
I jumped and then turned to him. Before I could say anything, he kissed me
sweetly on the lips and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a
hug. I stood there shivering and finally lifted my arms and returned the
embrace.

	I became aware that Mark was naked when I felt his erect cock
grinding into my crotch. I was freaked out enough that there was no
response from mine. I wondered if I would ever get hard again. I tried to
visualize what we would look like if someone were to walk into the
kitchen. The thought gave me the willies. I pulled away from Mark and
turned back to the coffee pot. "Have a seat, son. You want coffee or
juice?" I could see Mark's slightly hurt and uncertain expression, but it
was the best I could do.

	"Better make it coffee this morning, Dad," he said as he went to
the breakfast nook and pulled out his favorite chair there. He had
developed a taste for coffee through regular visits to a local coffee house
over the last year. His cock showed no signs of receding, standing up
sturdy and very straight from his hairless groin. I poured a couple of cups
and carried them over to the table. I went back to get sugar and creamer,
and as I did, I saw him grab it and give it a couple of absent-minded
strokes.

	I returned and sat down, pouring creamer into my cup. "Did you
sleep at all?"

	"I was hard all night. I had to jack off before I could even doze
off." Mark was now casually stroking his cock.

	I took a sip of coffee and then added a spoonful of sugar to
it. Mark seemed much more interested in his dick than his coffee. He was
jacking with one hand and collecting precum with the other and continuing
to lick it from his fingers. He held out his hand and offered me
some. Without thinking, I leaned forward and took it. He stuck his index
and middle finger into my mouth, and I sucked on them gratefully. With
that, he got up and stood by my chair. "Suck me, daddy."

	"Son, we have to talk!"

	"Suck me off, and then we can talk all you want. I won't be able to
think until I cum again." Lust was evident in his voice.

	This was new territory for me. I had never sucked a cock
before. The whole idea of sucking cock would have been unthinkable before
last night. Now, I wanted it very badly.  I reached up and cautiously
wrapped my fingers around it, surprised at the sense of velvety steel. "I
don't know what I'm doing."

	"Just watch your teeth. You'll figure the rest of it out." He
pushed his cock down and rubbed it across my lips. I stuck out my tongue,
licking the very tip. His precum was delicious. I could feel my own cock
stiffening and hardening and poking above the waistband of my shorts. I
pushed my shorts down, wrapping my right hand around my cock and began to
stroke slowly. "That's it, Dad! Jack that thing!"

	In seconds, it seemed, his cock was in my mouth and knocking at the
entrance to my throat. Immediately my gag reflex kicked in. I had to pull
off until it subsided.  "This isn't going to work."

	"Dad, relax. Let me fuck your mouth. I'll be careful, I promise." I
reluctantly opened up again, and he inserted his thick teen cock. He began
a gentle back and forth action with only the first four inches of his
8-inch meat. My asshole quivered at the memory of being fucked by this cock
just a few hours ago. "That feels wonderful! You're doing great!" He picked
up speed and allowed another inch to enter. But he kept to his word. There
was no more gagging. I was intrigued by the sensations and the taste. His
girth stretched my jaws, but I was handling it.

	Once again, it was over too soon. He fucked faster and faster and
then gasped. I felt his cock thicken as he pulled almost all the way
out. Blasts of teen cum filled my mouth. I was swallowing and choking. He
pulled all the way out, and a couple of spurts hit my face and chest. He
leaned down and licked the cum off my chin and then got on his knees to
lick my left pec to get the cum that was there. He stood again and kissed
me. "That was great, Dad! You're a natural!"

	"Glad you think so. Sit down. We really do have to talk." Before
sitting, he crossed the kitchen and grabbed a paper towel that he used to
wipe his cock and his hands. His cock had receded to being about half
erect. I knew it would take nothing to get him going again. As he returned
to his seat, I watched as his dick swung back and forth. I was mesmerized
by it, but quickly tried to turn my attention to my concerns. But Mark was
a jump ahead of me.

	"What about that?" He gestured at my mid-section. My own cock was
throbbing and leaking precum. Before I could say anything, he was on his
knees and had my cock in his mouth. He deep-throated me, his nose in my
pubes, then established a quick sucking rhythm. Very quickly, I was firing
away at his tonsils with a huge load of my own, gasping and moaning. Cum
was dribbling from the corners of his mouth. He stood and leaned over to
kiss me. Again I could taste my cum on his lips and tongue. My mind was
racing. "Dad, you are so fucking hot! I love your cock!" he said, kissing
me again.

	I broke off the kiss and pushed Mark back towards his chair. I took
another sip from my coffee as he resumed his seat. I glanced over at
him. He had a sheen of perspiration on his face and chest and an expression
of utter satisfaction. He was so beautiful it made my heart ache. But that
didn't prevent me to saying what I felt needed to be said. "Mark, I don't
know how to say this. I feel like I don't know you any more. What happened
to my sweet innocent kid?"

	"I'm still here, Dad. Nothing has changed except now you know me as
a sexual person. Nothing is taken away, but a lot is added when that
happens." Mark's foot rubbed my own as he absently fondled his dick.

	"How do you know all of this? When did you learn it?" I was
completely confused. Roles were reversed. Now I was the student waiting for
a wiser one to answer my questions and correct my misconceptions.

	"Over the last year, since I met Mickey. His dad has taught me a
lot about sex, both practically and also concepts of it."

	"Who the hell is his dad? Have you had sex with him?"

	"His dad is Buck Calhoun. At least that was his stage name. He was
a big porn star back in the early 90s. His parents disowned him, so he had
it changed legally. And yeah, I've had lots of sex with him. He's a great
teacher!"

	I had actually heard of this guy. He was notorious in the Cleveland
area because he was heavily invested here in the adult entertainment
industry, as it is euphemistically called. He was constantly being
investigated and threatened with being shut down, but thus far, he was
clean as a whistle. I had very little use for porn in my life, but I was
sympathetic with him. Whenever Carl Mundane, a local investigative
reporter, needed some footage, he would park himself in front of one of
Buck's establishments looking to pick an argument. I thought Carl Mundane
was a total ass. Shady operators who were actively robbing and deceiving
people were one thing, but what harm was Buck doing? He ran private
businesses. No one was forced to enter them. I didn't know how extensive
his holdings were. I suspected I was going to find out.

	However sympathetic I might have been with him on that front, I was
appalled that he was having sex with my underage son. "Who is he to be
having sex with you? You're sixteen years old!"

	"Dad, I am very grateful to him. If you try to hurt him in any way,
I will fight you on it. Age is arbitrary. I was ready for what he showed
me."

	Once again, I had no idea who this kid was. "He's brainwashed
you. He fucked and sucked you and you liked it. Is that it?"

	"I told you I was ready. I've done a lot of fucking and sucking,
and I've been sucked a lot. But no one has fucked me. I'm saving my ass."

	"For the right guy?"

	"Yeah. That would be you."

	I was jolted by that. "So you've been planning this for a while."

	"No, not really. I've had the hots for you forever, but I didn't
think it would ever happen. I'm as surprised as you are at all this, but I
love it!" I could see Mark was sincere. "Dad, I've desperately wanted to do
something to jog you out of your depression, but just couldn't come up with
what it might be. Being good in school and at baseball didn't seem to be
enough. "

	I did not like where this was headed. "I'm depressed? Oh, so now
you're a psychiatrist."

	"Dad, it is so obvious. You go to work and you come home, eat
something, watch some TV, and then go to bed. Then you get up and do it all
over again. You never laugh, and you never seem to enjoy anything. Even
when you exercise, you're just going through the motions. You come to my
ballgames, but you're not really there. I remember you and mom used to love
gong to Indians games and to the theater. You don't do any of that any
more. I've suggested things we could do together, but you always put me
off. It makes me really sad." I was exasperated, but I had to admit that
everything he said was right on target.

	He wasn't done yet. "She's the one who died, not you. But you might
as well have." And suddenly tears were streaming down his face. My eyes
were moist as well. "I love you so much. You've always been everything to
me. I'd give anything to see you smile and enjoy life." He was sobbing now.

	I was stunned. "Oh, baby." I stood up and pulled him to his feet. I
held him as he cried himself out on my shoulder. "Don't cry. It's OK. You
know, don't you, that you are everything to me, too. You are all I have. I
am so proud of you. And that will never change." I was determined not to
break down, but I had to fight my own tears.

	Then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, my lips met
his in a soulful, passionate kiss.  After a few moments, the kiss broke. I
gazed at his face, wiped away a tear, and pushed a stray lock of hair off
his forehead. Then I kissed him again. "Son, I am completely wasted. Let's
get cleaned up and go to IHOPs for breakfast."

	He grinned through his tears. "Now you're talking. Then you'll
bring me home and fuck me, right?"

	I rolled my eyes. "Talk about a one-track mind. We'll see."

	We both finished our cups of coffee. I took them and crossed the
room to set them in the sink and turn the coffee maker off. Then we headed
upstairs, hand in hand, once again to my shower. We enjoyed the closeness
and washed each other's backs and played with our dicks a bit, but we were
hungry. Within 20 minutes, we were dressed and headed out the door.

	We pulled up in front of the Steelyard Commons IHOPs in my burgundy
Nissan Murano. In minutes, we were seated in a booth examining the menu. I
settled on a big traditional breakfast, cholesterol be damned, while Mark
ordered their latest fruity French toast concoction. We sat quietly waiting
for our food, sipping their excellent coffee. At one point, Mark's stomach
growled loudly. We both chuckled. I said, "Hang on! You won't starve in the
next five minutes!" Just then, the food arrived. We dug in with gusto.

	After we were done eating, I looked around to see how busy the
restaurant was. I didn't want to keep people waiting, but the big morning
rush had preceded us. The after-church crowd hadn't arrived. I allowed the
server to refill my coffee cup. I was trying to figure out how I was
feeling. My butt still hurt, but I had to admit I was relaxed and actually
feeling more optimistic than I had in quite some time. It was irrational,
but there it was.

	Mark spoke up first. "Dad, I think you should meet Buck and
Mickey's younger brothers."

	"You're probably right. I'm still not very happy with him." I toyed
with my coffee cup.

	Mark scowled. "Dad - I told you. I was ready."

	"It's still not appropriate for a grown man to have sex with an
underage boy."

	"You mean a grown man who is not part of the family? I'm confused."

	I thought, 'Touche.'" I said out loud, "It's not appropriate for
me, either. That sort of thing takes a kid's childhood away from him."

	Mark looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, "Dad, I don't
think I've ever really felt like a kid. Not since Mom died, anyway." He
sipped his coffee and then said, "I've been ready to get on with it for
years."

	"It? What's 'it'?" I asked.

	"Life. Whatever that is." Mark sipped his water and then asked,
"Could I have some orange juice?"

	"You bet." I signaled the waitress and ordered orange juice for him
and tomato juice for myself. She hurried away after gathering the used
plates and silverware.

	"Another question. Are you gay?" Just then the waitress returned
with the juice. Mark waited until she had left before answering. He stopped
to watch while I peppered my juice and put some Tabasco sauce in it. He
grinned and shook his head.  I grinned back at him. "Don't knock it till
you've tried it, kid."

	He replied to my question, "I don't think so, Dad. I just really
like sex. I guess you could say I'm bisexual. Buck hates labels."

	"What is Buck like?" I asked.

	"He's a bigger, beefier version of Mickey." Mark sipped his
juice. "Probably in his mid 40s, maybe." I had seen him on television, so I
already sort of knew that.

	"And Mickey has brothers?"

	"Yeah, three of them. Jacob is 14, Jason is 12, and Jonah is 10."

	"How did Mickey end up with that name?"

	"He was crazy about Mickey Mouse when he was little. Actually, his
name is John."

	"What about the mother?" I asked.

	"She took off a few years ago with a biker gang. Buck's brother is
the leader of it. Needless to say, Buck doesn't have much use for his
brother."

	"Did she marry Buck's brother?"

	"No, she and Buck are still married. She earns her keep by letting
them fuck her. She was a porn star too. They were still in the business
when Mickey was born. They got out when she got pregnant with Jacob. I
think the hubby-with-kids thing just didn't work for her. She has a
drinking problem, too. They're better off without her."

	"Are all the kids involved in the sex thing?"

	"Mickey and Jacob are. Jacob's going to have a bigger dick than any
of them. Jason observes and is about ready to jump in. Jonah is usually in
bed when it starts, but he knows what's going on."

	"Isn't that just really dangerous? What if Jason or Jonah were to
blab about it at school?"

	"Jacob, Jason and Jonah are home-schooled. And it doesn't occur to
them that anything is wrong with it. They just think it's fun.  They do
know their dad could get into trouble over it. It's a paradox, isn't
it. Buck has persuaded them that it's OK but that society disapproves."

	"This sounds like such a wonderful, wholesome family," I remarked
sarcastically.

	Mark came to their defense. "Dad, they're terrific. They are
unusual and kind of rough, but they are so solid. They love and respect
each other. Mickey and I manage to do things, just the two of us, but he's
great about coming up with stuff to do with his brothers."

	"Besides sex, you mean?"

	Mark scowled at me. "You really need to meet them before you judge
them. It's not all about sex. As near as I can tell, the attitude about sex
in the house is about as healthy as it gets."

	"That cannot possibly be. Where did I go wrong that you would think
that?"

	"You didn't go wrong. I just happened to meet Mickey at school. We
became friends, and I'm glad we did!" Mark was beginning to get angry.

	"OK, Mark, I'm sorry. I like Mickey, too. I just can't wrap my mind
around this - this whole life style, and what Mickey did in our living room
yesterday, and what we did last night."

	Mark accepted my apology. I could see the wheels turning in his
head. "Dad, I have a question for you. Are you gay?"

	"Turn about is fair play, I guess. Son, I'm thinking that maybe I
am. It shocks me to say that out loud."

	"That's really cool, Dad!"

	"Cool! What do you mean?"

	"It just is. It's great you know this about yourself, for one
thing. That's huge! Go on. What were you going to say?"

	I gathered my thoughts. "It's so far outside my experience, it just
never occurred to me to wonder. It was assumed that I was straight, and I
guess I went along with that assumption. My parents were so straight-laced,
and they were major homophobes. I rejected that attitude, but I never
thought I would get involved in it." My parents had moved to Arizona
several years prior to this conversation. They had become distant in more
ways than one.

	"Did you have gay friends?"

	"The guy who pierced my nipples turned out to be gay, but I didn't
know it until we had parted company. I heard a few years later that he was
living in LA with a guy. He was fucking girls right and left in
college. You could have fooled me. I guess he did, actually. There's a guy
in my office who is very public about being gay and partnered, but we're
not close."

	"So what do think about it now? Good thing or bad thing?" Mark
asked. I actually appreciated him drawing me out on the subject. He was
helping me get my thoughts together.

	I thought for a minute and then replied, "I have never enjoyed sex
particularly and never felt like it added much to my life one way or the
other. All of that changed last night. I still don't like the idea that it
was with my son, but I doubt it would have ever happened any other way."

	Mark sighed. "Why is incest such a taboo thing, Dad? I loved what
we did. It felt absolutely right to me."

	"It felt good to me, too. But I think it skews relationships. You
need to be able to grow up and move out and get on with your life. I need
to help you along and be ready to let you go when the time comes. I don't
need to be thinking about your dick or your ass, cute as those may be!" I
surprised myself with that last remark. After a pause for a sip of juice, I
continued, "And we all know kids can be scarred by sexual abuse. If it's
abuse, then it's wrong. No two ways about it."

	"So you think my ass is cute, huh, Dad. You old letch." Mark
smirked at me. I surprised myself again by flipping him the bird. Mark
laughed uproariously. I laughed with him.

In a mature fashion, he returned to a more serious note, "Dad, I'm not
going anywhere for several years. I have a baseball scholarship to
Cleveland State already lined up. I haven't thought about pursuing other
colleges or where I might live if I stay here, but being at home with you
suits me just fine. We can sort things out when the time comes. You know,
you could meet someone, or I could. That's something else to
consider. Whatever happens is what happens." Mark had finished his juice
and now pushed the glass away. "But for now, let's get out of here. It's
time I showed you my ass, up close and personal!" He said it with a joyous
spirit of anticipation that was infectious.

	After paying for our meal, I left the restaurant, arm draped across
Mark's shoulders, with a big smile on my face. The lady at the cash
register had smiled at us, glad, I guess, to see a dad and son getting
along so well. As we pulled out of the parking lot, I wondered when my son
got so smart and what it was going to feel like to fuck him.