Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2002 23:14:16 +0000 From: To Shy To Say Subject: My Best Friend Pete (and his dad) Part 3 Disclaimer: This document contains Adult Material. If it is illegal where you live to view adult material, leave now! If you find Adult material offensive, you may also leave now. If you have not left, then it is assumed you are either not illegal and/or not offended. So sit back and hopefully enjoy. Copyright by Jake McKenzie, 2002, permission given to Nifty Archives to reprint this story. Feedback is much appreciated! Please send mail to: to_shy_to_say@hotmail.com, flames ignored. My Best Friend Pete (and his dad): Part 3 By Jake McKenzie "Fuck off. Your dad fucked you?" "Yea." "And you fucking liked it?" "Um, yea." "All those times I tried to do something with you, and you let your fucking father, well, fuck you?" "Hey, it just happened man." "Holy shit." His ICQ icon went off. Son of a bitch! Right in the middle of one the most erotic things I have ever fucking heard, ICQ decides to fuck around. Or else he logged off. I wonder if maybe his dad walked into the room... oops, his icon is flashing again. "Sorry, computer crashed." "Fuck, I thought maybe..." "You thought what?" "That your dad came in and got you again or something." "Fuck you!" "Fucking seems to be your specialty now!" I laughed. "It was just one time man." "But you fucking enjoyed it! He's going to do it again, you know it, and you fucking want it!" "So?" Wow, he always there with a quick and witty comeback. "Fuck." I didn't know what to say. I'm not even sure I believed him. Maybe he was bullshitting me, just to get a rise out of me, or something. After all we had been through, maybe this was his form of payback. "Got to go man. School in the morning." "Only if your alarm clock goes off this time," I quipped. "I'll talk to you tomorrow man." And with that he logged off. I recalled my history and read it again. And then I read it again. I was fucking mesmerized. I started jerking off. Well, what the fuck else would you expect me to do? I shot pretty damn quickly, pretty damn far and a pretty damn large amount. Fuck. Now I had to wait to find out what they were going to do next or if they were going to do anything at all. If they even had done something! * It's been three days since Pete told me everything about him and his dad. I've jerked off to my ICQ history about a dozen times since then. He hadn't been on ICQ since. I called his place a few times but there'd been no answer. He hadn't emailed me, or anything. I was beginning to think he was just bullshitting me, until he came online a couple of hours ago. I was thinking he was going to forget the whole discussion from Monday and talk about chess or school or something else. "How you been?" I asked. "Good. Busy, but good." "Busy with?" "Fuck man, I've worked the last three nights." "Uh-huh, anything else other than burger flipping for minimum wage?" There was a pause. His icon went into N/A mode. I thought he had fucked off again. Then a chat request screen popped up. "This is okay?" he asked. "Yea, fine by me." "We did it again." "Cool." Damn, what a stupid fucking thing to say. But what else was I supposed to say? "Yea." "So tell me about it man!" "Okay. Here it is:" Pete was in his living room Tuesday morning. Nothing had happened Tuesday night. His alarm clock went off as usual. He had stayed in bed a few extra minutes hoping his dad would come in. Nothing. Maybe he would keep him home from school and they would do something. He sat on the couch eating his Honey Comb cereal, watching one of the umpteen digital musical stations. His dad came downstairs and went into the kitchen. He was dressed casually. Probably to hang around the house for a few hours before he had to go to work. Pete looked back at him, hoping he would say something. Hoping he would do something. To hell if his mom or sister saw them together. Pete needed more sex with his dad. His dad poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down on the other couch. "You'd better hurry or you'll miss your bus," he told Pete as he sat down on the other couch. He looked at the newspaper in front of him and sipped his coffee. Pete walked into the kitchen in disappointment and dumped his empty bowl into the sink. The spoon clattered around. His dad looked up and saw the disappointment on his face, but he said nothing. Pete jogged upstairs and got his backpack and trod back downstairs. "Bye!" he called out while putting on his shoes. His sister pushed past him and out the front door to wait for the bus and his mom said good-bye and went out to the garage and got in her car and left. "Piotr!" his dad called out. Pete slowly walked into the living room. "Yea?" he asked hopefully. "Why don't you have one of your friends drive you home at lunchtime? I can drive you back after." "Ok papa!" Pete grinned. He ran out just as the bus was pulling away. The driver saw him coming, stopped and let him on. Pete was going to have to sit through two classes. He found someone to give him a ride home. He couldn't wait to see what his dad wanted to do. He hoped he would get fucked again. He had felt so empty since Monday morning. His dad, on the other hand, had nothing to do between nine in the morning and lunchtime. He got to sit around and read the newspaper, have a leisurely breakfast and think about how to make sweet love to his little boy. At ten he drove to one of the adult video shops in the city and rented a couple of bisexual tapes to watch. Maybe Pete would like them. He got home at ten thirty. Pete's second class would have started by now. It wouldn't be too long before he came running in the front door. His dad slid one of the videos into the VCR and pressed play. He leaned back on the couch and watched for fifteen minutes. He then unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. Slowly he worked his erection to the brink of orgasm, but stopped before he exploded. He wanted to save his load for his young son. He needed something else though. The minutes ticked by slowly. First class was boring as hell. Pete had to catch up on everything he had missed the day before and learn the new stuff. He couldn't get it all done and now he had a shit load of homework to do. He didn't care about it though. There was only one thing on his mind. Getting home. The bell finally sounded. Pete nearly sprinted down the hallway to find his friend. He practically had to drag him to the parking lot. It was a quick drive with Pete telling his friend to drive faster and take short cuts to his house in the suburbs. They pulled up to his house and Pete jumped out of the car, thanked his friend and ran inside. He stopped on the concrete stoop in front of the front door and took a deep breath. He walked in the door calmly, closed it behind him and dropped his backpack on the floor. "I'm home papa!" It would be great if he came downstairs naked and fucked me right here and now he thought. To his surprise there was no answer. He looked around the first floor and didn't find him anywhere. He checked downstairs. There was no sign of him there. He ran back up the stairs, through the living room, dining room, back into the foyer and up the stairs to the second floor. He looked in all the bedrooms but his dad was nowhere to be found. Dejectedly, he walked back downstairs and into the kitchen. He rummaged through the fridge to find something for lunch. He didn't find anything he wanted. He wasn't hungry. Not for food anyway. Then he saw a note on the dining room table. He walked over and read it: "Piotr; went to the store, be right back", written in Polish. A feeling of relief spread over him as he realized his dad would be home soon. He ran upstairs and changed into a tank top, blue with white edging, and his favorite pair of boxers, an old pair of maroon cotton ones with classic car prints on them. Back downstairs he got a can of Sprite and sat down on the couch. He turned on the TV. His jaw dropped when he saw what was on. Two guys were fucking a girl. Two young guys were fucking a young girl. They barely looked like they were legal age. The scene ended and another began. One of the young guys was alone in a room, wearing a tank top, when an older man with a black-leather posing strap and a tight tank top on walked in and started fucking him. There was no volume on the tape. Pete watched the scene intently. "Like what you see?" The voice startled Peter. He looked back to see his dad standing behind him. Wearing nothing but a black leather-posing strap and a tank top just like the older man in the movie. Pete's jaw dropped even lower. "Damn," was the only word he could mutter. His dad walked around in front of him and stood there. He grabbed the back of Pete's head and brought it right up to the strap. "Lick it son." Pete's tongue reached out and licked across the smooth surface of the strap. He felt his dad's cock underneath spring to life. It hardened quickly, bulging the strap to its full extent. After a few more tongue strokes the cock escaped the left side of the strap. Pete started to lick the exposed end of his dad's cock. His dad pulled him back when he started to do this. "Don't lick my cock until I saw you can. Do you understand me?" his dad menaced. "Yes, papa," Pete replied. He looked slightly confused as to what his dad was doing. "You do what I tell you to and nothing else, understand?" "Ok." "Good, now turn around and face the kitchen. Pete brought his knees onto the couch and moved himself around so he was facing the kitchen. His dad yanked down his boxer shorts to mid-thigh, which left this ass wide open. Just the way his father wanted him. He pulled the rest of penis out of the side of the posing strap, grabbed Pete's hair with his right hand and guided his cock into his ass with his left hand. "Time to give you want you want." "Fuck!" Pete shouted out as his dad penetrated him. It may have been for the second time in as many days, but it still hurt like it was the first time. His dad however, immediately resumed where he had left off the day before. He was fucking Pete at full force, enjoying the occasional "ah" or "ow" that came from the boy. He stood behind Pete and reamed his ass for a good ten minutes before he felt his knees begin to weaken. Pete could feel his dad's cock head expand inside of his ass and he knew he was shooting his load deep inside him. "Yea son, take my load up your ass." His dad continued to push his cock into Pete's rectum for another minute or so after he had stopped shooting. Pete's cock was becoming stiff in front of him. It had become wedged in between two cushions on the back of the couch. He turned around and sat down to see his dad standing over him, his cock still erect and dripping with cum. Pete started to rub the foreskin of his cock back and forth. Soon he was at full length and a drop of pre-cum had lubed his cock head. "Yea, that's it, jerk your boy dick off for daddy. While you're doing that, you can clean this off." His dad grabbed the back of his head again and pushed his penis between Pete's lips and into his mouth. Pete savored the taste of his father's manhood, and licked up all the cum his tongue could find. He continued sucking his dad's cock until he felt his own orgasm about to explode. He sat back and his cock erupted in eight huge shoots of boy juice that splattered across his dad's chest and stomach. "Fuck dad. That was awesome." "I didn't tell you to talk," his dad said in a stern voice, "now, we have to get you something for lunch." Pete looked up at his dad standing in front of him and smiled. "Sounds good to me!" Pete realized he was actually hungry at this point. He began to stand up so he could go to the fridge, but his dad clamped his hands on his shoulders and pushed him back down on to the couch. "Where do you think you're going?" his dad asked, still in a serious tone. "To get some lunch?" "Your lunch is right here." His dad pointed at the semen stuck to his chest and abdomen. Pete couldn't understand he was hearing. "What?" Pete asked. He was confused. "You're going to eat your cum." Pete was stunned. His dad wasn't serious, was he? His dad's cum when he was hot and horny tasted great, but his own cum? When he wasn't in the mood for it? He wasn't sure about it. "But..." "I told you, you do everything I say," his dad smiled, "and you said you understood." "Yea, but," Pete pleaded. "But nothing, clean up this mess you made." His dad had sat down on the other couch. Pete stood up and pulled his boxer shorts back up. He walked over to where his dad was sitting and stood in front of him. "Come sit next to me," his dad patted the cushion next to him. Pete sat down to the left of his burly father, but didn't make any other movements. His dad put his left arm around his son's shoulders and hugged him closer to him. He then put his hand on the base of neck and guided his face to his chest. Pete stuck his tongue out and licked some of his own cum off of his dad's hairless chest. He took a taste back into his mouth and swallowed it. It didn't taste all that bad. His dad began moving Pete's head around and soon he had eaten his entire load of cum that had mixed with the sweat on his dad's body. "How was that for lunch?" "It was all right," Pete replied. "Good. You'll be eating more of that from now on," his dad smiled, "now, I guess we have to get you back to school." "Can I get something more... filling to eat first?" "How about we stop for pizza somewhere?" "Cool dad," Pete smiled, knowing his dad was going to want to do more, "how long do you have that video rented for?" "I've got three of them rented for three days. We'll watch one of them tomorrow after you get home from school." "We will? I mean, that's cool," Pete grinned. "Now get dressed and start the car, I'll be out in a second." Pete grabbed his dad's keys off of the counter and went out to the garage. He opened the automatic door and started the car and waited in the passenger seat. He cranked up the radio and started counting the minutes until tomorrow afternoon.