Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 07:45:55 -0700 From: Marc Barr Subject: Johnny Suburb Chapter 3 Cast: Johnny - Married father of two on the down low as a gay porn star Josh - Johnny's eldest son, 16 Colby - Johnny's youngest son, 9 Mark - Johnny's pornographer boss and now neighbour, 39 but looks to be in his early 30s to Johnny (he's not very good at guessing ages). Louis - Johnny's 17 year old, think all American boy, teenaged office intern / stress release. The following has not been edited. AT ALL. Basically I write and then I send it out. It's terrible, I know. But I just don't have the time to write and then edit stories this length. So I apologize for any grammatical and syntax mistakes that I make that pull you out of the fantasy (or random paragraphs that don't make sense because, as it turns out, they were a part of a series of abandoned and deleted written parts but I forgot to take them out of the final copy). If I mix up some tenses, names, or pronouns, or whatever, I apologize. But I hope you all enjoy this regardless. To be fair, I try to fix mistakes that I do catch (see: as I type). Warning: THIS IS FICTIONAL. Any similarities with persons living or dead is purely coincidental. If accessing this type of material in your region is illegal, don't, but honestly, I can't literally stop you from doing so. In this fictional world, STDs don't exist, therefore preventative measures aren't taken. That is not the case in real life. This story is merely a product of one's, admittedly filthy, imagination. Comments, questions, concerns, hate mail, send the email at machofocker@hotmail.com This chapter contains sexual activities between minors and adults. Enjoy! Chapter 3 The next few weeks passes by with relative silence. Johnny's work load was still plentiful, keeping him busy and far too stressed. Annie still worked the evening shifts, coming home early in the morning. She makes the effort to stay up to see her children off for school before heading to bed. But all in all this meant that their sons spent far more time with Mark as opposed to their own parents as of late. But then again, Johnny was far too busy to give it much thought. The further along the company's big project got, the more the pressure intensified. Two of his co- workers had been let go for apparent incompetence, shifting their work load to the rest of the group. This meant longer nights for Johnny, not being able to come home himself until past midnight for the last week. The only way Johnny found it in himself to manage the growing pressure at work was his opportunities to release some of that load onto Louis. The teenager helped him in ways that Johnny suspected the teen probably didn't know. Their quick forays to isolated corners, dark spots away from prying eyes and surveillance cameras, helped relieve the stress that had been building up in the older man. Johnny credits his time spent fucking his cock into the teen's mouth, or rutting against each other in stairwells, or quick hand jobs in bathroom stalls as the reason why he was able to do his work well and avoid the ire of the higher ups. But their sessions never expanded beyond hand jobs and mutual oral sex. There never was enough time to do anything further, but everything they were doing was enough. Johnny was grateful an outlet to relieve some stress. The handful of conversations he had with his children were during the small window of time they had with each other in the mornings. More often than not, Mark joined them, having took it upon himself to sleep in Colby's room with him at night. Johnny had not taken much time to think about that little aspect in their lives. A part of him was wary about the consequences of allowing Mark's brand of fraternization with young Colby to continue. But another part of him, the part that he wilfully ignores at times, or causes him to pump his cock frantically during his morning showers at others, found Colby's attachment to Mark to be profoundly intriguing. Sometimes during the mornings, when Johnny comes downstairs, he finds Colby settled on top of Mark's lap while watching his morning cartoons. Both of them are half naked, with his youngest son leaning back against the older man's chest. Mark always has his arms around Colby, his big, hairy, hands caressing the boy's smooth, milky, skin. Mark's relationship with Josh was something else entirely. Although Johnny had not seen anymore activity between the older man and the teen, he had heard it. Coming home late one night, Johnny stumbled his way upstairs in the dark, exhausted from the workday. As he reached his bedroom door, he heard the telltale sounds of muffled voices, grunting and gasping. He silently makes his way down the dark hall towards the sound until he found himself leaning forward to press an ear against his older son's closed bedroom door. In the dark, Johnny listened to noises of heavy grunts, deep breathes, and the occasional whine. "You like that baby?" Johnny made out Mark's muffled voice. "Yes, daddy! Please." Came Josh's strained voice on the other side of the wood. Johnny slowly stepped back and made his way to his bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind him. He undressed quickly that night and frantically stroked his cock on the thought that at the end of the hall, his teenaged son was being pounded by Mark's cock. Sleep came before the tell- tale post-orgasm guilt could come. It was another few days before Johnny found sufficient time to appear in another video appearance on Mark's website. But due to Johnny's hectic schedule, the video had to be done during an extended lunch hour. No one would complain, considering the hours Johnny had invested at work. Johnny was at Mark's studio, waiting for his new co- star to appear. "Who is it?" Johnny asks while Mark fiddled with the cameras he would be using. "It's a surprise." Mark replied vaguely. "It's not Ben, if that's what you're asking." "It wasn't." Johnny insisted a bit too quickly, making the other man smirk. They lapsed into silence for a few minutes, with Johnny just watching Mark work on his camera. Johnny took the time to study the other man then, taking care to pay more attention than the first time he had seen the man. Johnny saw the man as someone who was so unlike himself, having dark hair as opposed to Johnny's red, taller, wider chest, and much, much, hairier than his person. Even now Johnny saw black tufts of hair peeking out from under the collar of Mark's shirt. Johnny couldn't help but wander what his children saw when they looked upon the man. "How are the kids?" Johnny asked suddenly, surprising himself. The man knew that there had formed some sort of unspoken rule regarding Mark's relationship with his children. At least, that was the case in Johnny's mind. Mark glanced at Johnny briefly before returning his attention to the machine in his hands. "They've been good. They've been behaving, if that's what your asking." "No problems?" Mark just shook his head. "They're good kids Johnny, you should be proud." "I am." Johnny responded with conviction. "Football tryouts are coming up in a couple of weeks." Mark said suddenly, putting down the camera to turn his full attention at Johnny. "Really? Is Josh interested?" Johnny asked curiously, slightly pissed at himself at not knowing the answer. "Yep. He's got real potential. Me and the guys at the gym have been helping him out." Mark said, his face passive. "In what way?" "Oh, you know," Mark made a circling motion with his hand, "this and that. Working on his fundamentals. Making sure he's familiar with common plays. Helping him sculpt an athlete's body. The guys are pretty hands on in Josh's education. Helping him with his diet." "Diet?" Johnny asked curiously. "He's been on a diet?" "Well, just making sure he got enough protein. Growing boy like himself needs it." Mark said with a smile. Johnny just nodded, not quite sure he understood the implication of the other man's words. "You mentioned some guys helping him out?" "The guys at the gym. They're real fond of my boys here." Mark explained as he fished out his cell phone out of his pants. He fiddled with it quickly for a few seconds before showing Johnny a picture on the screen. "And the boys are real fond of them." It was a group picture showing large, well muscled men, and Johnny's two children, huddled together for a group photo. There were nine men total in the picture, including Mark, each one varying in look and mass. A handful of the men were similar to Mark's body type; large, barrelled chests, some with large guts instead of abs, but with large biceps and well defined pecs. Others seemed more athletic and were much slimmer than the others. They had the typical build of a well defined marine. All of them were far older than Johnny's children. There were a few, large, thick, black men with shaved heads. A handful of bearded white men of varying states of hair growth, one with a thick, black beard speckled with white. One tall man had dark, brown skin. He had a prominent, angled, nose and short, spiked, hair. He had a trimmed, black, beard and a wide smile with shockingly white teeth. The man drew Johnny's attention particularly because he had Colby, smiling wildly, engulfed in his thick, hairy, arms. Beside them stood a tall man with a shaved head, the pale skin from his right pec all the way along his right arm was covered in intricate tattoos. Most of the men in the picture sported tattoos in one or another, but this man had more than the others. Even in the tiny picture, Johnny could tell just how elaborate and colourful they all seemed to be. He was flexing his arms, emphasizing the muscles on his shoulders, biceps and chest. "The guy holding Colby is Jal. The guy with the tattoos is Alexei." Mark replied, as if he had read Johnny's mind. "Jal, Alexei and Colby are pretty close actually." "How's Colby at the gym?" Johnny asked breathlessly as Mark pulled back his phone. "Pretty good. We have him do his homework out back, you know, make sure he keeps up. One or more of the guys usually help him out. But when he finishes, and Josh is still working out, the other guys usually keep him entertained. Actually more often than not, it's the other way around." Mark explained calmly. "What do you mean?" Mark's studies Johnny quietly for a minute, before letting out a heavy breathe and stretching. "Oh you know how kid's Colby's age are like. Always so curious about everything. They have plenty of questions about the world, about guys. He's fascinated by Jal, Alexei, Gabby, and Tony though. Real fascinated. I'm guessing he hasn't seen a lot of guys like them before." "Gabby and Tony?" Johnny asked, even if he had an idea about the answer to his question. "Yeah, the two big, black guys in the picture." Mark said just as a buzzer sounded in the room. Mark gets up and motions Johnny with his head. "Show time buddy. Let's go. Come see your surprise." Mark lead Johnny to a spacious room in the studio with a large Queen sized bed set beside the large, loft style windows. Johnny was instructed to wait on the bed as Mark fetched the late comer. Three different cameras were positioned around the bed, and Johnny knew that Mark himself would been moving about with a handheld to capture other angles himself. Johnny hopped onto the bed and lay down, his arms spread wide, relishing the cool, unused feeling of the fabric against his exposed arms. He closed his eyes for just a moment, a moment that undoubtedly led to thoughts about this particular direction in his life. Over a month ago, Johnny would have never pictured himself realizing his fantasies, being a player in this particular situation, doing the things he had done, and having, apparently, brought his children along with him for the ride. He couldn't help but wonder just what kind of man he was. "Hi." A soft voice greeted him, pulling Johnny out of his reverie. "You're Johnny right?" He startles at the voice and moves himself up to a sitting position to come face to face with an thin, effeminate looking, young man. He look young, with a smooth flawless face and a crooked grin. He had dark brown, mischievous eyes that were partially hidden behind curly, black, bangs. He was cute. That was all there was too it. He could fit easily in those teen magazines that Johnny had seen that featured teenaged pop artists. The teen had a sharp jaw and a tall, but slight, build. He was shorter than Johnny though, that much the man could see. At the corner of his, Johnny could see that Mark was already filming with his handheld camera. Johnny held out his hand and smiled. "Hi, yeah. And you are?" "Chris." The boy laughed, moving to sit beside Johnny on the bed, slightly angling his body to face the older man. "Nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you too." Johnny said with a smile, his eyes roving down the young man's body. "Um, gee, you look pretty young. No offense." But the boy just laughed, throwing his head back as if it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. Johnny couldn't help but wonder just how much of it was an act. "I get that a lot. I actually just turned eighteen a couple of months ago." The teen said earnestly. "Fuck." Johnny said, running a hand through his hair. "I could be your dad." "I sure as hell wouldn't mind if you were." The teen said heatedly, surprising Johnny. Chris then moved closer to Johnny until they were touching hip to hip. The young man then brought his hand to caress the older man's thigh, his eyes demurely looking down. Johnny could practically feel the blush travelling up his neck and onto his cheeks. Slowly, he tilted the teen's face up with a hand and leaned in for a kiss, just a quick, soft, peck on the lips. The teen smiled at the tenderness of it before moving forward to eagerly recapture the older man's lips. They began to kiss deeply, lips smacking as their tongues slowly, but surely, began their eager dance by caressing the tips of their mouths, slowly teasing their way inside. Johnny grips the young man's flushed neck, relishing in the heat of his skin, as his other hand slowly made their way down the younger man's slight body. Johnny began to press himself forward, forcing Chris to slowly lean back until he was on his back on the bed, with Johnny pressing down his weight on top of him. Chris moaned as he felt Johnny's body on top of his, growing harder as their pelvises rub against one another. Johnny un-tucks the teen's shirt before tucking his hand underneath the fabric to feel the silky smooth skin with his fingers. Chris moves his legs apart until they were positioned on either side of Johnny's hips. He then moved to grip the older man's waist and pulls him tighter against his crotch. Johnny grinds down onto the sensation as he moves his ministrations onto the younger man's neck, trailing kisses across his skin before taking little playful licks at the young man's collar bone. Very quickly, clothes are taken off and the two are left to writhe on the bed with nothing between them, pressing skin to skin, heat to heat, hardness to hardness. Johnny captures one of Chris' perk cherry nipples in his mouth and sucks, licks, and playfully bites at it, eliciting lustful groans from the young man. He runs his large hands across the teen's smooth, pale, hips as he jerks his pelvis forward until both of their member rubbed against each other. Johnny could feel the wetness between them, pre-cum painting their hips together. He reaches between them and grips his cock and nestles it between Chris' pert, round, ass. The head of Johnny's cock playfully catches at the rim of the teen's hole as Johnny slowly grinds his pelvis down in even strokes, all the while jerking the young man's thin cock in one of his hands. Johnny trails soft kisses up the teens chest, up his neck, and captures his lips eagerly as he continues his movements, the tip of his cock occasionally, and wonderfully, briefly catching the rim of the young man's hole. Chris moans into his mouth, and Johnny returns the sound with a deep, husky, rumble of his own. "Fuck me." Chris moans breathlessly in his ear. "Please. I want your cock in me." Johnny's breathe hitches in his throat as he moves to look down at the face of the flushed teen. "You want that?" Johnny asks huskily. "You want my cock in you?" "Yes." Chris replies with wide, blown, eyes. "Fuck me, please." Lube is produced seemingly out of thin air, slicking up Johnny's fingers. He trails his fingers down, against the young man's hole, feeling the warmth against his skin. Slowly, Johnny presses in his middle finger, causing the young man to jerk his hips up with a hitched moan. His finger easily sinks in to the hilt, engulfed quickly in tight, wet, heat. Johnny is slowly, and evenly, pumping his middle finger into the teen as he moves down to recapture one of Chris' perk, pink, nipples in his teeth. The teen's groans grow louder as Johnny sucks harder and slowly presses another finger into his tight heat. Johnny was lost in the lustful daze in the moment, bits and pieces of memories leaking through that reminded him of the last time he had his finger inside another human being when he was younger, specifically inside someone's ass. He angles his fingers up as he shoves them forward, looking for that spot that pulled the wonderful moan like from his distant memories. Johnny couldn't help but smile as Chris groans when he, apparently, finds the right spot, echoing the distant memory of a girl making the very same sound when he first did it. Johnny doesn't know how long they were at it, but by the time Johnny had managed to fit three of his fingers into the young man, Chris was already a writhing mess on the bed. Johnny couldn't help but briefly think of a puppet and its master, the master's hand making the puppet dance with a twitch of his appendages. Every shift of his fingers into the young man causes Chris to jerk on the bed or grip the bed sheets tightly in his fists. It doesn't take very long for the teen to plead once again for Johnny's cock. He was all too happy to oblige. Keeping in mind the right angle for the camera, Johnny lifts the teen's legs, exposing his ass in the air. Johnny lines up his throbbing, wet, cock against the teen's red, puckering, hole, briefly aware of Mark's presence as the man moves in for a close up. Johnny hesitates for a minute, lingering the tip of his dick against the slick entrance, shifting the teen's legs onto his shoulders before holding down Chris' hips whenever he bucks up trying to meet Johnny's hard cock. Then angling his knees to make sure the camera could capture the moment, Johnny slowly pushes in. A rumbling groan escapes his lips as his dick is engulfed in tight, wet, heat. It takes a significant amount of self control on his part to stop from shoving his cock all the way to the hilt. The process is painfully slow, Johnny keeping it in mind to let the teen below him adjust to the intrusion piercing his body. But Chris' face look anything but in pain. Sweat beads his forehead, matting down clumps of long, curly hair on his skin. He's taking quick, shallow breathes through upturned lips that curl into a smile, his eyes shut in seeming ecstasy. The teen's thin cock is still rock hard and leaking a steady bead of pre cum on his pale, smooth, belly, curiously pooling into his belly button. Chris is clutching huge swaths of the bed covers in his hand as Johnny slowly shoves more of his cock forward, both too engrossed in the sensation to vocalize what they felt. Too soon, or too long, both unaware of how much time was passing them by, Johnny's balls meets the smooth skin of Chris' ass. Johnny takes a few moments to breath and wipe sweat off his brow before withdrawing his cock and shoving it back in. He sets an even pace, pumping his cock in and out of the teen's upturned ass. He sets his hands into fists and uses them to leverage himself further up into an angle, using his shoulders to lift Chris' ass and legs higher up into the air, before quickening his pace. Chris lets out mewling moans every time Johnny drives in to the hilt, his hands frantically flailing on the bedcovers seeking some form of leverage as the force of Johnny's fucking starts to move him across the bed. Then just when he's about to fall, Johnny moves his right hand to pull the young man back before moving to hold Chris down with a hand on his neck. Not tightly, just enough pressure to keep the young man down. Chris seems to like the sensation, moving his own hands atop Johnny's and tightens his own, long, thing, fingers against Johnny's grip as if he had wanted the older man to grip him tighter. Johnny happily obliges. Johnny seems like a man possessed, looking down at the teen below him with intense eyes, studying the lust that contorts the younger man's face every time he fucks his way into his body. His pace gets faster, harsher, and harder as a pleasant pressure slowly begins to fill in his groin. He's close, and all his muscles begin to shake in anticipation. Chris' release comes shortly before his, the younger man's cock twitching before shooting bursts of cum that paints both of their bodies. A quick thought passes through Johnny's mind, wondering where he should come. Distantly he's aware that perhaps he should pull out, to try and emulate the money shots he's seen in porn. But instinct drives him forward, his lust overwhelming his senses. The heat is pleasing, the tightness clutches at him, holds him tight and yearning to pound deeper, harder, faster. His pace becomes increasingly erratic before he's grunting out his release, driving his cock as deep as he can manage into the young man's ass, shooting his seed deep into his bowels. Johnny crumples forward, on top of Chris' sweat soaked, cum painted, body. Absently, Johnny moves his nose along the teen's smooth cheek before laying soft kisses on the skin. When their mouths meet, they kiss tiredly, slowly, tenderly. Johnny takes a few moments to just relish having the slighter teen below him, engulfing him into his arms. Sometime later, when both have cleaned up and Chris had left, Mark compliments Johnny on a job well done. "Best one yet." He says, making Johnny's chest fill up with pride. By the time he makes it back to work, Louis had already arrived. They greet each other in an isolated stairwell, not taking things further than gentle kisses. Johnny had confessed to the teen where he had been and why he felt drained, but sated. Louis just smiled eagerly and conveyed his excitement of a new video. "Why do you do it?" The seventeen year old suddenly asks, taking Johnny aback. Johnny takes a moment to think, letting the question run through his mind, looking for the right words to convey the complicated collection of thoughts and feelings that led him to do the things he did. "Would you believe me if I said it was cathartic?" Johnny said seriously. "It's just... I like the simplicity of surrendering to my desires. One day I decided that repression sucks and that I needed to do something about it." "So you went into porn?" Louis asks. Johnny couldn't detect any malice in the teen's words, just genuine curiosity. "Carp‚ fucking diem." Johnny said with a laugh before leaning forward to capture the teen's mouth with another kiss. Johnny comes home fairly early one day to a relatively normal household. It had been a rare occasion of late for him to be able to come home before five, and he was quite glad of it. His children were at home by the time he arrived, Josh doing his homework upstairs while Colby was watching TV in the living room. Mark was busy working on his laptop on the couch. Johnny's youngest son greets him with a happy exclamation and a hug before returning to his program. "We picked up some pizzas on the way here. Josh is upstairs studying for a math test. Colby finished his homework half an hour ago." Mark explained without bothering to look away from his laptop. "Thanks, I appreciate it." Johnny says gratefully before going to the fridge to fetch a couple of beers, handing one to Mark when he made his way back to the living room. "What are you working on?" "Just chatting with some friends." Mark said absently, eyes still focused on the screen as his fingers moved frantically on the keyboard. "I'm actually setting up a barbecue for this Saturday. Think you, Annie, and the kids can come by?" Johnny nods after taking a long sip of his drink. "I'll run it by her. I've been hoping she takes a day off sometime soon. They've been working her to the bone lately." "You and her both." Mark replied, looking up from his laptop. "You look worn out." Johnny just nods tiredly, leaning back on the couch. "Project this size usually take a couple of months, with a lot of overtime invested in it. Before Annie and I were able to shift our schedules to accommodate the other's persons work schedule and the kids, but ever since she got that promotion, it's just been difficult." "No, I get it. Being a nurse isn't easy." Mark said with a nod before levelling a smirk at Johnny's direction. "But you've got your stress relief, don't you?" "Yeah, I do." Johnny blushes before hiding behind a swig of his beer. It's not until the next morning that Johnny is able to talk to his wife about Mark's invitation, and Annie happily agrees. "Oh god, yes. I really need it." Annie says tiredly as they saw their children off to school. "Cross your fingers that nothing comes up." It was on a busy Wednesday afternoon that Johnny received a call from Mark. Fishing out his cell phone underneath a deluge of paperwork, Johnny takes up the call with less patience than he would have liked. "Yeah?" He answers the call with more bite than he had intended. "Hey Johnny, it's Mark. Sorry to give you a call, I know you're busy, but something came up at work and I won't be able to pick up the kids this afternoon or watch them this evening." Mark explained, seemingly in a rush himself. "Any chance you'd be able to leave early to pick 'em up yourself?" "Damn, no I can't." Johnny curses, pressing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "I'm swamped with work, it's going to be a late night again tonight. I don't really know when I'll be getting home." Johnny excuses himself briefly as his secretary walks into the room, placing more file folders on his desk with a contrite look on his face. "Seriously Laura?" Johnny complains, tiredly motioning to the mountain of paperwork before him. "Well, another one bites the dust. Jason just got let go. His work load's shifting to everyone else." She says with a shrug before walking out. Johnny sighs dejectedly before returning to the phone. "Listen Mark, I don't know what to tell ya. I can probably get back by nine at the earliest, but not before that. I'll call the sitter we used to use before you, she might be available at the last minute." "Well, I actually know someone if that doesn't pan out. He's watched Colby before at the gym, they get along real well, you know?" Mark offers, with a hint of something in his voice that Johnny doesn't catch, too busy trying to stop a pile of papers from slipping off his desk. "I'm going to try the sitter first, we'll call that plan B. Listen, I gotta go. I'll call you back if it doesn't pan out, alright?" Johnny says quickly, impatiently waiting for Mark's response before hanging up the phone. He quickly searches through his contacts, looking for the regular student sitter they had hired before Mark's arrival. Reaching the sitter's mother, she informs Johnny that her daughter was currently across the country visiting her grandmother. She gave Johnny another name to consider, but that contact ends up already having prior engagements set up for the night to be able to accommodate Johnny's need. In less than five minutes, he's calling Mark back agreeing to his plan. "It's Alexei." Mark informs him. "Is he good with kids?" Johnny asks absentmindedly while he signs several documents before handing them back to his secretary. "You said he gets along well with Colby?" "Oh yeah. Definitely." Mark says with gravity. "You've seen him, I showed you a picture. He's the guy with the shaved head, ear piercings, and the tats in that group pic, remember?" The description takes Johnny aback, remembering the tattooed man from the picture. Despite himself, his cock hardens in his pants. "Yeah, I remember." Johnny says quietly as he readjusts his hardening cock in his slacks. "Colby's just fascinated with his body you know." Mark explains, his voice husky. "Alexei's not as ripped as the other guys in the gym, but he looks good. Colby likes looking at all of his tattoos. Like how he smells too." "Does he?" Johnny asks curiously, his voice distant even to his ears. "Oh yeah." Mark insists. "Colby's favourites are his daddy Jal and Alexei, next to me of course." "Daddy?" Johnny asks quietly, stroking his hard cock through his pants. He cusses under his breathe at the fact that he was getting turned on by the thought of his youngest son with other men. Mark doesn't say anything for a long while, that for a moment Johnny thinks he may have missed Mark saying something. "I'm sorry?" Johnny asks. "I don't think you are." Mark chuckles on the other line. "They'll be at my house. Be there whenever, Colby will be with Alexei. Josh is gonna be with me. Don't know when we'll be back though, so don't wait up." "It's a school night." Johnny mumbles into the phone, unable to help himself. "Josh can take it. See ya." Mark says before hanging up, leaving Johnny listening to the distant sound of a dial tone, one hand absently stroking his hard cock. Johnny's workload temporarily forces his conversation with Mark from his mind. He spends hours buried in paper work, hardly noticing the sea of bodies that come and go throughout his office, adding or taking work from the pile on his desk. For a long moment, Johnny feels like Sisyphus, pushing that boulder up that hill. So it comes as a surprise when he finds himself signing the last piece of contract for the night. "Tell me there's nothing else, I beg of you Laura." Johnny pleads, running a hand through his sweaty hair. Johnny's secretary looks as worn out as Johnny feels. Her hair is slightly ruffled from the tight bun it once was, her make up's faded in places, while her blouse has a few top buttons undone in a desperate effort to keep her cool. She's leaning back against the chair in his office, her eyes red from fatigue. "No. Nope. None. Nada. We're done! Goodnight!" She says to the sky before pushing herself up and staggering out of the door. Johnny was all too happy to follow. The drive home was an ordeal. More than once Johnny finds himself struggling to keep his eyes open, and was thankful for the relatively empty road. He breathes a sigh of relief when he finally parks his car in his driveway by half past nine in the evening. The only light he sees in the homes before him is a dim bedroom light on the second floor of Mark's home. He walks half heartedly towards Mark's door, fishing the spare key he had been given, before making his way inside. The first floor landing and living room was dark, save for the distant tall, standing lamp at the far end of the dining room. A dim orange light spills out from the second floor, illuminating the stairs. In the distance, he hears the telltale sounds of mewling and grunts. Leaving his shoes and briefcase at the foyer, Johnny slowly makes his way up the stairs, his ears straining to catch more of the sound. The moaning and the squeaking of moving furniture grows louder the closer he gets to the top, his palms sweaty against the wooden banister. "Uh, uh, mmm..." A high pitched moaning voice echoes through the halls, followed by the rhythmic slapping of skin. Upon reaching the top, Johnny slowly moves towards the source of the dim light, an open doorway at the far end of the second floor hall. The sounds of a moaning boy and the deep, guttural, sounds of a grunting man grew clearer the closer he got. Peeking into the doorway he finds Colby naked and on all fours on top of a king sized bed, his face buried into the black blankets, while a muscular tattooed man fucks into him from behind. Johnny is mesmerized, watching quietly as his son writhes and clutches at the covers tighter while the man behind him continues to piston his cock into Colby's ass. At one point Alexei is fucking into the boy with such frenzy, his eyes shut in ecstasy, that his cock pops out of the young boy's ass, giving Johnny a good, hard, look at the man's respectable tool. Johnny is astonished to see that Alexei's cock reaches his navel, a respectably large uncut piece of meat with the hood pulled down, exposing an angry, purple head. The withdrawal of his cock from Colby's wet heat pulls him out of his motion, and he looks down to guide his tool back into the boy's ass. The act of it causes the man to look up and straight into Johnny's eyes. For a moment, he's frozen with surprise. But upon seeing that Johnny made no move to stop him, as well as that his hand was slowly stroking a respectable bulge in the man's trousers, Alexei smirks cockily as he drives his cock back into Colby's eyes, all the while maintaining his gaze on Johnny's eyes. Like a man possessed, Johnny fishes his cock out of his pants and starts jacking it with his fists as Alexei continues to pump into his son. Alexei moves one hand to grip Colby's neck, eyes still trained on Johnny, griping the boy securely before increasing his pace, causing Colby's high pitched moans to grow louder. "Oh yeah, baby. You're good, you're so good." Alexei rumbles deeply, that cocky smirk still on his face as he fucks into the boy while watching the father stroke his cock at the scene. Johnny steps further back into the shadows as his son suddenly lifts his head, all the while still maintaining his view of the action in the dimly lit bedroom. Colby has his eyes closed, his mouth hanging open in an adorable 'o'. His whole body is flushed pink, and his thin arms tremble every time Alexei drives his cock forward, deeper into his bowel. Alexei then leans forward, all the while maintaining the pace of his fucking, turns Colby's face with one hand to capture his mouth into a filthy, tongue filled kiss. Alexei's rhythm appears to grow erratic, his grunts and moans quickening as much as his pace, and Johnny knows the man is close to the edge. Johnny in turn starts to pump his cock faster, suddenly filled with the desire to empty himself alongside the man inside his son. Johnny knows when it happens. Alexei pushes his hips forward, grinding down on Colby's ass against the bed sheets, his body trembling with his release. Johnny stifles a moan as he shoots his release onto the carpet, watching as his son is bred by the man before him. Colby, eyes still closed, rests his head against the bed as he lets out a satisfied moan. Alexei continues to grind his pelvis against the boy's ass as he turns his attention back on Johnny, giving the man a self satisfied grin. Alexei leans down and obscenely licks a path across Colby's shoulder bone before kissing his son's neck. The muscular tattooed man moves his body so most of it covers Colby's small, pale, frame. Alexei blows Johnny a kiss before settling down to nestle his face against Colby's sweaty neck. Johnny makes his way downstairs as quietly as he can, his hands still wet and sticky from his release, his heart heavy from a mixture of heady lust and lingering guilt. --- A big shout out and thank you to all those who emailed me with encouragements. Thanks, I appreciate it. I gotta say, I get off on you guys getting off on this. Trivia: I was torn in the end about whether or not to have Jal or Alexei in bed with Colby. Or maybe both. I chose Alexei because he's a filthier guy in my mind. 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