Subject: Best Friend's Dad (man/13 y.o., pedo) Date: Fri, 12 Jul 1996 00:29:45 UTC From: an522242@anon.penet.fi (boys-stir-us (boisterous)) Reply-To: an522242@anon.penet.fi Warning: The following contains sexually explicit fiction depicting the activities of a man and a young teenager. If you are under 18 years of age or opposed to such materials on moral grounds, please stop reading now. This story is fiction. It is intended for amusement--NOT education. The author does not condone actual behavior such as is depicted here. His Best Friend's Dad by Boys-stir-us During the summer when Jon turned 13, he began to grow a few wispy hairs above his cock. During the preceding school year, his testes had enlarged and his scrotum had grown to accommodate them. He was an only child living with a single mom, so he felt rather uncertain about the changes his body was going through. It bothered him that he didn't have anyone to explore his new-found sex drive with. He'd heard kids joking about jacking off and had figured out how to do it. His discharge was three thin, watery dollops of semen that just sort of oozed out. He knew from the things kids said that some guys could shoot it a long ways. He had read in an old copy of the Playboy Advisor that a man's erection was supposed to be about 6 inches long. He measured himself and was disappointed that he was under 4 inches, even when he cheated a little. His best friend, Matt, lived just down the street. Brindle was a small midwestern town and summers were full of carefree adventures for the kids. He and Matt went everywhere on their bikes. Matt lived with his 10 year old brother and 16 year old sister. His mom had died when the 10 year old was born. His dad, Mr. Welner, was a fireman. He was powerful and rather gruff. Jon had avoided going into Matt's house for years because when he was 10 years old, Mr. Welner had yelled at Matt while Jon was there, terrifying him. One July day during his 13th summer, Jon knocked on Matt's door. Mr. Welner answered, dressed in only his briefs. He was strong and hairy. A solid, rounded stomach stuck out. "Hi, Jon," he said genially enough. "Come on in. Matt's in the tub." Jon opened the screen door and edged inside. He couldn't help but stare at the man's underwear. They were grayish and had small holes along the seams. The fabric had lost its elasticity and his fat cock made a prominent bulge near the gaping fly. He followed Mr. Welner down the hallway and stopped abruptly as the man paused in front of the closed bathroom door. He rapped twice. "Jon's here. Shall I send him in?" "No. I'll be out in a minute," his frIend said quickly. Mr. Welner shrugged. "Matt is pretty uptight about showing off his body." He led Jon back to the living room. Jon sat on the sofa. Mr. Welner stepped close to him so his crotch was inches from Jon's face. The boy's cheeks burned. The three dimensional outline of the man's unbelievable bulge was close enough to make focusing upon it difficult. Jon could smell the man's funky crotch smell. He felt his cock swell, pressing itself hard into the leg elastic of his Hanes. Mr. Welner had just the right qualities to highly arouse Jon--he was forbidden in many ways, including being Matt's father, he was sort of intimidating, he was hairy, he was obviously gifted with a big cock. "Can I get you anything?" the man asked in a soft and friendly voice. "No thank you, sir," Jon replied nervously. Mr. Welner reached his hand down inside his own briefs and adjusted the angle of his penis. He did this with no sign of self-consciousness. "Maybe some other time, then," he said cryptically. The bathroom door opened and Matt came into the living room, fully dressed with his hair combed. "Hi, Jon," he said cheerfully. Mr. Welner wandered out of the room. Much later, Jon finally worked up the courage to ask, "You ever seen your dad naked?" "All the time. He's sort of a nudist." Jon swallowed hard and picked at a cuticle. "You ever seen him with a boner?" Matt rose from the porch steps. "Of course not. That would be queer. Ain't no queers in my family." Jon immediately closed down all the fantasies that had been brewing. Jon arranged to play over at Matt's house as often as he could. Usually he was rewarded with a glimpse of Matt's dad's bulging underwear. He noticed that Mr. Welner looked at him more and more often and this fanned the flames of his lust. Though he was still terrified of the man, he fantasized about laying naked in bed with him. A few weeks later, Jon agreed to spend the night at Matt's house. They watched horror videos until about 3:00 in the morning, then went to bed. Matt had a double bed, and both boys stripped to their jockeys and slid under the sheets. Matt was snoring in minutes. Jon lay in bed listening to his friend's deep breathing. He wasn't sleepy. It was getting closer to dawn, maybe 4:30 am when he heard the door to Matt's room click open. He sat up and saw Mr. Welner quietly enter the room. There was no curtain on the window and there was a moon, so Jon could easily see that the man was stark naked. Mr. Welner put his finger to his pursed lips to signal Jon to silence. Then he walked right up next to the boy and held out his hand. Jon didn't know what was happening. The hand extended closer to him. Jon reached out his hand and Mr.Welner grabbed it into his larger fist. Jon felt himself propelled to his feet. Mr. Welner led him from the room. He kept hold of the 13 year old's hand as he guided him back to the master bedroom. Jon didn't consider resisting. He looked down as they walked hand in hand and watched the man's dark snake-like cock swaying with each step. Once inside the room, Mr. Welner closed and locked the door. Jon was getting ready to speak but the man said, "Shh." He led Jon to the edge of the bed, then quickly yanked down the kid's underwear. Jon audibly sucked air into his lungs. Mr. Welner snaked his hand between the boy's legs from behind and grabbed his balls in a firm grip. With his foot he nudged at the inside of Jon's ankle. He shifted, moving his feet farther apart. He groaned as the man tugged down on his balls while continuing to urge the kid's legs farther apart. Apparently Mr. Welner grew impatient because he pushed hard in the middle of Jon's back, tugged on his balls, and kicked at his leg in one smooth motion. Jon ended up with his chest on the bed, his legs spread far apart, and his knees pressed into the side of the mattress. He could feel his underwear still looped around one ankle. Without relinquishing his grip on Jon's tender balls, Mr.Welner brought his other hand to the boy's cleft, rubbing his fingertip across the hairless anal orifice. Jon pressed his nose into the bedspread, his mind a whirling vortex of thoughts. Just as Jon realized what Mr. Welner was going to do, the man's finger pressed steadily into his dry rectum. It burned and hurt and Jon couldn't restrain a series of loud grunts. Mr. Welner let go of Jon and went to the night table. Jon looked at the man in the dim light but didn't rise from the bed. He could see Mr. Welner's fat erection bobbing as he fumbled with a bottle of something. When he stood behind Jon and poured some of the liquid into his hairless crack, Jon recognized the smell. It was baby oil. Mr. Welner used his fingers to rub the oil up and down the boy's cleft. Then his stubby finger again entered Jon's rectum. It hurt much less and Jon was able to remain quiet by biting his lip. Jon had never felt a finger up his butt. It felt good in a way but mostly it was weird. Usually things came out his butthole, not went inside. Still, it wasn't completely unpleasant--not at all like the doctor's exam had been when he'd needed a sports physical to play baseball. Jon was certain that the finger was a warm-up for the man's huge cock. It scared him to think about how much it might hurt. He wasn't sure he wanted to do this, yet. . .he had thought about Mr. Welner's cock a lot. He thought of it nearly every day as he jacked off. But he'd never thought about it going in his backside. Mr. Welner removed his finger, and for a moment Jon thought he was done. Just as he raised his head to look to see what the man was doing, Mr. Welner put a hand on his butt and moved in so the blunt head of his erection touched Jon's crack. Jon tensed himself for an assault. Instead the man rubbed his cock up and down the boy's crack. When the hot knob stopped just at his most sensitive spot, Jon knew it was time. He held his breath as he felt the pressure begin. He couldn't keep himself from squeezing his muscles down tight to try to vex the intruding cock. Mr. Welner was persistent and just when Jon thought he would die from the pressure, Mr. Welner jabbed forward. His sphincter released and the cock rushed inside him. Jon cried out in pain as his vision went white. He grabbed fistfuls of the sheet and his body writhed ont he bed. his legs scrabbled ineffectually for purchase so that he might escape from the cock invading his most sacred space. Mr. Welner jabbed again, and Jon cried again as he took the man deeper inside. There was a searing pain and a ripping pain. One pain was hot and the other was sharp and merciless. Jon was gasping for breath and making a lot of guttural noises. His head thrashed from side to side on the smooth bedspread. He lifted his upper body, but his hips were pinned to the mattress by the powerful man. He collapsed again. The pain had just started to subside when the man jabbed again. Jon cried out again as the last of the cock slammed into him. He could felt he man's hairy balls pressed against him. He could also feel the hairy pubes pressed against his butt. Mr. Welner didn't move for over a minute. Jon slowly gained some composure. he felt a sense of accomplishment for having taken the whole cock inside him. There was also a sense of helplessness. He was trapped. And completely overpowered. Mr. Welner had claimed possession of him. Jon's tears flowed freely. Then Mr. Welner slowly pulled back a little. There was a little extra burning sensation, but the sharp pain had passed. And the inward pressure had eased. Jon exhaled and clamped his wet eyes tight. Mr. Welner withdrew with a slow, steady motion. Then he jabbed forward again. "Ugh." Jon's head raised from the mattress. As he lowered his head and the man slowly withdrew, Jon relaxed some more. "Ugh." The forward jab. The sound of flesh slapping flesh. The impact of the heavy balls against his own tightly drawn scrotum. Jon felt his own shriveled penis strike against his stomach. Then the slow withdrawal. The withdrawing felt good, better than taking a dump. For Jon, the entire universe centered around his stretched anus. "Ugh." And the slapping sound. Jon knew he was drooling on the bedspread, but he didn't care. There was that slow, electric sliding as the cock left his rectum. "Ugh." The man's powerful fingers gripped his skinny hips. "Ugh." It didn't so much hurt as it knocked the breath out of him. The withdrawing was longer and quicker, the jab just as sharp. "Ugh" -- Jon thought, I'm doing it. I'm getting my ass fucked -- "Ugh" -- by my best friend's -- "Ugh" -- Dad -- "Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh." The slow withdrawal vanished, but the jabs intensified. Mr. Welner gasped for breath as he gripped the boy's hips and pummeled his ass as hard as he could. As the pain returned and built to a nearly unbearable rate, the man collapsed across his back and held himself in place as his body quivered and spasmed. Jon knew the man's white seed was going right up his asshole. After a minute, Mr. Welner licked at Jon's ear. He whispered, "I knew from the way you couldn't keep your eyes off me you were going to be a great fuck." He wiggled his hips and Jon felt the fat cock slip a little inside him. Jon didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure how he felt. He knew he should have been angry at Mr. Welner, but he wasn't. He knew that what had just happened was important and not all taht bad that he would remember it the rest of his life. "You'll want to use the bathroom. Then sneak back into my son's bed." Mr. Welner pulled his cock from the tight anus and rolled onto his side. "I'll give you a day or so to heal before we do this again." The man kissed Jon's cheek and nudged him to get him moving. Jon was a little dizzy when he stood. The wetness made his anus feel cool. At the same time, it burned on the inside. And it felt as though his hole was wide open. He clenched his muscles but was unsure if they responded. He quickly slid his briefs on and went down the hall to the bathroom. Once inside he turned on the light, locked the door and stared at himself in the mirror. His eyelashes were matted with tears and his cheeks were bright red. His hair was tousled. Then the first cramps came and he quickly sat down. When he finally crept back into his friend's room, Matt whispered, "Where have you been?" Jon froze in a moment of panic. He wondered if the smell of sex was as strong to Matt as it was to himself. He said, "I've got the shits, so I've been sitting on the pot." "Jesus, I hope you ain't got the flu." He spent the night at Matt's house several times after that, hoping for a midnight visit from Matt's dad that never came. 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