Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2009 16:46:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon T. <t_jon15@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Influence - Chapter 4

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 have written. The feedback has been interesting, with lots
of food for thought, and all positive, which I really like!

An additional note: I do not advocate for incest. I see where it can be a
beautiful thing, but I really am not suggesting that anyone engage in it. I
also am not in favor of sex with underage boys or girls or 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.


Bad Influence - Chapter 4

	The Monday after they had begun their new sexual relationship, Mike
and Mark found following daily rituals to be surreal, to say the least. It
was a struggle for Mark in school and Mike at his job at the insurance
agency to remain focused and to not give anything away to those around
them.

	Mike had never felt so relaxed in his life. He had to watch out for
that big goofy grin that seemed to take over his face if he didn't guard
against it. Nagging doubts played in the back of his consciousness, but he
was determined to not let anything rob him of the ewness and the joy of his
physical relationship with his son.

	Almost immediately, his secretary, Nancy, was aware that something
had changed for Mike. She had grieved with him over the loss of Mary and
shared his pride in what a fine young man Mark was growing to be. She had
been deeply concerned for Mike, but had given up long ago trying to match
him up with available women of her acquaintance. Either he wasn't ready or
he wasn't interested - she was never sure just which way it was.

	As Monday began to wind down, she finally had to ask. Mike seemed
to be deeply involved in a spreadsheet on his computer. What she didn't
realize was that he had been looking at the same screen for at least an
hour, his mind a million miles away. She startled him when she set a
container of Starbucks coffee on his desk next to his hand. "Hi - had to
make a run to the post office, so I stopped off to bring you back some of
their dark roast." Mike was well known as one who could drink coffee at any
hour of the day.

	"Oh - thanks, Nancy. That's very kind of you."

	Nancy sat down in the chair in front of his desk. "Don't want to
pry, but something is different about you."

	Mike immediately focused on what Nancy was saying and felt his
defenses rising. She was a good friend and a wonderful employee, but he
didn't even want to think how she would react to what was now occurring
between him and his son. "What do you mean?"

	"I'm glad to see it, but I don't think I have ever seen you as
relaxed and as... well, happy as you've been today. What did you do over
the weekend, anyway?"

	"Nothing unusual. Mark and I were able to spend some time together
- a little more than usual. I really treasure those times. He's growing up
so fast. It was just a lot of fun."

	Nancy narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "No - there's something
else going on. I can't put my finger on it, but it's there."

	Mike tried to nip her speculation in the bud. "Nancy, my
dear. We've been through this many times. Right now it's all about work and
Mark. If I find the woman of my dreams, you'll be the first to know."

	"OK, mister, if that's the way you want to play it. I'm going to be
watching you like a hawk!" She stood, smiling, and turned to make her way
back to her desk.

	"Thanks for the coffee!" Mike reached for it and then changed his
mind. He shuddered. It came over him as never before just how fed up he was
with this office. Nancy had never been part of that, but now she was.

	Meanwhile, Mark was having his own challenges at school. The first
one was, of course, Mickey. His friend was waiting for him at his locker
moments after he had arrived for classes at Lakewood West High School.

	"Hey, buddy - I thought you were going to call yesterday."

	"Oh, yeah - sorry. Guess I got busy with my dad."

	"Busy how?"

	"Oh, nothing, really. Just talking a lot, about school and college
and so on."

	"Just talking, huh. You know, most Sunday afternoons, you're over
at my place fucking around!"

	"Well, this Sunday was different."

	"There's something you're not telling me. You fucked him, didn't
you!"

	"Where did that come from? No, I did not fuck my dad!"

	"Yes, you did! I can see it all over your face!"

	"What in the fuck are you talking about?" Mark was flustered,
angry, and very relieved when he heard the first bell rang. He slammed his
locker shut. "We've got to get to class. I'll see you at lunch."

	Mickey knew he was onto something. "Hey, bro, don't sweat it. If
you're fucking with your dad, I'm all for it!" He grinned and clapped Mark
on the shoulder. "Later!" They walked off in opposite directions.

	Mark glanced all around to make sure no one had overheard the
exchange. His mind was spinning as he hurried to his first class. He loved
Mickey and knew that he owed him a lot. His newfound relationship with his
father would never have happened, not in a million years, without Mickey's
influence and the chain of events he had unwittingly set into motion by
exposing himself Friday evening. Mark's problem was that what he had with
his dad was too new and precious to allow Mickey to stomp all over it. He
would have to create some space so that he could fill Mickey in on his own
terms.

	Mark was again relieved but also concerned when he learned later
that day that Mickey had smarted off at his science teacher and had been
suspended for three days. It seemed to Mark that Mickey was sabotaging
himself in every way he could at school. It was doubtful that he would ever
receive his diploma. At least for a few days, or so he hoped, he didn't
have to face Mickey's questioning. It would give him more time to work it
out in his mind.

	He stumbled his way through the day. His lack of focus and overall
distracted state finally caught up with him in the last class of the
day. He had totally embarrassed himself in English. He had been daydreaming
about his father's cock when the teacher asked him a question about the
Shakespearean play they were studying. He had blown it much to the
teacher's annoyance and the amusement of his classmates.

	When Mark got home, he was in a much better mood. After-school
baseball practice had been fantastic. It seemed like everything was coming
together for the team and also for Mark as an individual player. He was
hitting and fielding with more assurance than ever before. His coaches were
really pleased, and everyone was optimistic that they'd be able to play
their archrival, defending state champion St. Andrew's, on an equal
footing. The big game was coming up the next weekend.

	While in high spirits, Mark was also nervous. He knew that his
father would have had time to think things over while he was working
today. He really had no idea what to expect. Yesterday afternoon, after
their initiation of Mark's ass, they had had a light supper and cuddled
while watching television. They were in bed - Mike's bed - by 10:00 p.m.,
which was unheard of for them.

	After the afternoon's fervent activity, suddenly they were both
shy. Mark had moved them past that by putting his hand on his father's
cock. Mike had stopped him, saying "Son, I think I'm pretty much fucked
out. But you can fuck me, or I'll suck you off."

	"Can we try 69ing?"

	"That's that?"

	Mark had chuckled in spite of himself. "Think about it."

	After a pause, Mike shared Mark's amusement. "Oh, yeah. I think my
brain is fried. OK, that sounds like fun."

	They moved into position. Mark started with sucking his dad's balls
and then licked the underside of his dick. In so doing, he quickly had Mike
up and running. Mike was proving to be a fast learner. Duplicating what
Mark was doing to his cock, he had Mark moaning and gasping around the
large cock lodged in his throat. It took longer than it might have on
another day, but they were having so much fun, the inevitable end came too
soon. They shot sizable loads down each other's throats almost
simultaneously. After kissing and exchanging spit and cum for a while, they
fell asleep with Mark spooned into Mike's hairy chest and groin and Mike's
hairy arm wrapped protectively around his son's smooth chest. Mark had
never felt so loved and secure.

	On that Monday afternoon, Mark could see that his dad had beaten
him home which was unusual though not unheard of. Mark parked his car next
to the Murano in the garage and entered the house from the garage into the
kitchen. He was surprised and jazzed to find his father standing in front
of the sink naked as the day he was born.  A damp towel was thrown over a
chair in the breakfast nook. It was apparent his dad had taken a shower and
was now loading the dishwasher.

	"Hey, dad."

	"Oh, hello, son. Sorry - I wasn't expecting you quite so soon."
While apologizing, Mike also made no move to cover himself. He finished
what he was doing, bending over to put the last couple of glasses into the
dishwasher, giving his son a glimpse of his hole in the process. He wiped
his hands on a dishtowel and turned to face Mark. "How was your day?"

	Mark was gazing at his father's half-erect cock. "Pretty good,
actually, but it just got a whole lot better!"

	Mike absent-mindedly rubbed his cock with the back of his hand,
causing it to plump up further. "Why don't you put your stuff away and get
comfortable? Then we can discuss what we want to do about dinner."

	Mark couldn't get over how casual his father was being, or how
incredibly hot he looked standing there in his birthday suit. What they
were having for dinner was the least of his concerns. "OK - I'll be right
back." Mark hurried up to his room and threw his backpack onto his bed. He
had not showered at school after baseball practice and was feeling somewhat
grubby. He called out to his father, "Dad - I'm going to take a quick
shower."

	"OK" Mike called back. "You know where to find me."

	Mark showered in record time and then had a decision to make. To
dress or not to dress? He decided father knows best and headed down the
stairs naked. He found Mike sitting in his favorite chair in the living
room, reading the morning paper. He was a bit flustered, not knowing what
his next move should be.

	Mike looked up and gave a low whistle. "Come over here." He set the
paper down on the floor next to his chair and held out his arms.

	"What?"

	"Sit on my lap. I won't break."

	Mark was delighted. This was all new to him, and he was loving
it. He stepped over to his dad and carefully lowered himself onto his
father's lap. Mike wrapped his arms around him, and they kissed with
increasing passion. Mike broke the kiss and said, "So good to see you,
baby." They kissed again and then Mike nudged Mark so he would stand.
"You're heavier than I thought you'd be. Let's move to the sofa."  Mike
stepped over the sofa and stretched out on it. Mark stretched out on top of
him. By now, they were both completely erect, and precum was starting to
flow. Mark ground his cock into Mike's and they kissed, tongues dueling for
supremacy.

	Mark broke the kiss and began to move down his father's body. He
brushed his own relatively smooth cheek against his dad's bristly one,
reveling in the roughness of his dad's beard. He showered his father's
cheek with kisses and then kissed his mouth once more. Then he moved to
Mike's neck and began to chew on it compelling him to speak up, "No
hickies, please. I'll never be able to explain it to Nancy."

	Mark snorted and then continued his downward trip. He stopped at
his father's nipples, tweaking them with his fingers and licking and
sucking on them until they were hard and pointed. Mike was groaning with
each new sensation. His hands were all over his son, touching and rubbing
his head, shoulders, back, whatever he could reach. Mark rubbed his face in
his dad's chest hair, enjoying the sensation and texture. Then he moved
over, pushing Mike's arm up to expose his hairy armpit. He buried his nose
in the hair, breathed in deeply and then began to lick. This was a new
sensation for Mike. He found it to be strange but wildly erotic. Mark was
becoming aware that his father had an odor all his own - earthy, all
man. Though he was fresh from the shower, it still came through, and Mark
loved it. Mike expressed his approval by patting the back of Mark's head
and then pressing against it so that Mark's nose was buried even more
deeply into his pit.

	After returning to Mike's mouth for another kiss, Mark then kissed
his way down to his father's belly button which he worried and teased with
his tongue. But his ultimate goal was still a short distance to the
south. Mike had been humping his cock against Mark's belly and then his
chest. He was more than ready to feel his son's mouth on it.

	Mark tugged at Mike's pubes and then wrapped his fingers around his
stout, leaking cock and jacked it a couple of times. Mike's cock was slick
with precum. Mark took a couple of loving swipes at Mike's balls, lapped up
the precum, and then lovingly wrapped his lips around the head, applying
suction that caused his dad to gasp. Mike was lying with his eyes shut and
his hands kneading Mark's shoulders. Mark continued toward his goal of
deep-throating his dad's cock.

Neither of them was prepared when they heard a gasp and then a familiar
voice say, "I knew it! I knew you were fucking your dad!"