Date: Mon, 4 Jan 2010 09:27:05 -0800 (PST) From: Jon T. Subject: Bad Influence - Chapter 6 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. I've really enjoyed the great comments so far. Keep 'em coming! Several of you have asked if I have had personal experience with incest. I have not. But if you have, I'd love to hear about it! Anything you write to me will go no further. 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. I speak from sad personal experience that HIV/AIDS is very real and is not to be taken lightly. Bad Influence - Chapter 6 When we got down the stairs, I commissioned Mark to head to the phone and order pizza. I had him order a couple because I knew we were all ravenous. As he did that, Mickey and I sat down on the sofa. I put my arm across his shoulders. We started making out. I cautiously reached for his right nipple and tentatively touched his ring. He broke off the kiss to say, "You don't have to be gentle. It's been in there for three years. Tug on it! I love it!" So I did just that. I pinched his nipple and then tugged on the ring, pulling it up and down. Then I leaned down, tugging at the ring with my lips and sucking his nipple. Mickey moaned. His flaccid cock leaped and began to grow again. "You can make me cum that way." He was squeezing his cock and groaning when Mark joined us. "You've found his joy button. Works every time." He seemed completely over his earlier anger as he sat down on the other side of Mickey and proceeded to work on his other nipple. Mickey was gasping with pleasure. He reached up to push our hands away. "I want to save my next load for when you are inside me!" "OK, we'll leave you alone. Slut!" I chuckled as I got up to head for the kitchen. Mark stayed on the couch with Mickey, exploring his PA. I reached into the refrigerator to pull out two cans of Mountain Dew for the boys and a beer for me. I was starting back to the living room when I was startled by loud knocking at the front door. I heard, "Police! Open up!" I was horrified. Here I was, naked, with two naked boys on my couch, one who was underage. Fortunately, the towel I had used after my shower earlier was still draped over a chair. I grabbed it and wrapped it around my waist. I started for the door, hissing to the boys, "Upstairs!" They scrambled for the stairs. I waited for just a moment before I opened the door. In front of me was a very large, quite intimidating African-American police officer. "Officer, what can I do for you?" The policeman looked me up and down, pausing for just half a beat to gaze at my naked chest. "Officer Marcus Andrews here, Lakewood police. Sorry to disturb you." I could tell he wasn't sorry at all. "Is John Calhoun here?" "Yes, he is. He's upstairs with my son. Is there a problem?" I glanced nervously at the chair where Mickey, whose given name was John, had dropped his clothes earlier. "If that's his car out there, then yes, there's a problem. His license has been suspended. He's a real speed demon, so we are being very careful to keep him off the streets." I thought quickly. "I don't know if that's his car or not. And if he's not in it, then he's not on the street, is he." "Don't play games with me, mister. Who are you, anyway?" "I'm Mike Randall. This is my home." "You got some ID?" "It's upstairs." "Go get it." "Certainly. Wait here." I hurried towards the stairs. I had been holding the screen door open. I glanced back to see if it had closed, and when I did, I caught the policeman looking rather lewdly at my ass. It was not so much erotic as it was frightening. I ran up the stairs to my bedroom. I threw the towel on the bed and grabbed a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. After putting them on and retrieving my billfold from the slacks I had worn to work, I stepped out of my room. As I started back down the stairs, Mickey and Mark emerged from Mark's room. I shook my head at them and pointed, indicating they were to stay upstairs. I approached the front door. "Here you go, officer." I handed him my driver's license. "What is your relationship with Mr. Calhoun?" "He and my son are good friends." "You might want to watch who your son has as friends. That whole family is bad news." He peered at my driver's license and then handed it back to me. "I'll keep that in mind. If it's OK with you, we'll make sure Mickey gets home without driving, and if that's his car, my son can drive it, or I'm sure his father can come and get it." The officer snarled, "Who's Mickey?" "That's what everyone calls him." "How fuckin' adorable is that." The officer looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my crotch where my dick created a sizable bulge. "OK for now. You tell him to keep his sorry ass off the street! No driving! None at all! Tell that little shit the next time any of our officers even think he's been driving, he's going to jail." "Officer, you're out of line. Mickey's a good kid. I'm very glad to have him as a guest in my home." "He's got you fooled. Have a good evening." With that, the officer tipped his cap, turned on his heel, and hurried to his squad car that was sitting behind Mickey's car with its lights flashing. I watched as the lights went off. The police cruiser backed up and swung out onto the street. I took a deep breath, realizing that I was shaking. I had no sooner closed the door than I heard the doorbell ring. I opened it again, and there was the delivery boy with the pizza. "Pizza delivery." "Right." After setting the pizza boxes on the floor, I pulled a couple of bills from my wallet and handed them to him. "I wasn't sure what was going on, so I waited till that guy left." "That was probably the smart thing to do." He handed me some change, and I gave most of it back to him as a tip. "Hope the pizza isn't cold." "It'll be fine, I'm sure." I had the feeling the boy was lingering. He looked to be about 17, shorter than Mark, a cute blond. I realized his eyes were locked onto my crotch, just as the officer's had been. "Thanks again!" I said rather pointedly. The boy glanced up, realizing he'd been caught staring. I gave him a smile and moved to close the door. He waved and turned to leave. Closing the door, I called upstairs, "Boys! Pizza's here!" Mark peeked around the corner at the top of the stairs. "Is everything OK down there?" "It's fine. Come on down. And if you're wearing clothes, take them off. I'm not going let that cop spoil our evening!" Apparently Mickey and Mark had been listening from the top of the stairs, just out of sight. They came down still naked, though any hint of excitement was gone from their cocks. We made our way to the dining room table where I opened the two pizza boxes. I got some plates and paper towels from the kitchen while Mark grabbed the cans that I had left there. I took a moment to reach into the garage to flip the switch to close the garage door. Then we sat down to eat. "Mickey, did you hear all that?" "Yeah. I'm really sorry, Mike. Maybe I shouldn't come over here until some of this blows over." "You know you're always welcome. Just don't drive yourself. One of us can come to get you." "I don't know what I was thinking tonight. Dad's going to be really pissed when he finds out I drove over here." Mark spoke up. "What did you do exactly that caused your license to be suspended?" "Oh yeah - I haven't told you the story. I was going 40 in a 35 mile per hour zone. All of a sudden two cop cars were on top of me. I went around a corner to get off Detroit Avenue - it was during rush hour. You would have thought I had robbed a bank or something. They were all over me, pulling me out of the car and forcing me onto the paving on my face. I wasn't resisting or saying anything at all, and yet I came very close to getting tazed. It was awful. They charged me with speeding, reckless driving, and evading police, and insisted on doing a breathalyzer test. I don't even drink!" He took a sip of his soda and a big bite of pizza. "It was totally nuts. Dad was livid when he heard about it. He's already gotten the reckless driving and evading police charges dropped, but he couldn't do anything about the license suspension. I've been stopped five times in the last six months, and every time, it's been like that. Dad says it has nothing to do with me - everything to do with the authorities in the county trying to run him off. They know better than to mess with him, so they come after me." "That's awful!" I was shocked and disgusted. "Dad, you have no idea. The teachers and principals at school seem to be after him as well." Mark reached over and clasped Mickey's shoulder. Mickey spoke up again. "I'm really afraid that if they know I'm your friend, they'll come after both of you, too." "That would be a bit extreme, I would think. But I'll keep my guard up. You are welcome here. That will never change." At that point, I became aware of how much stress Mickey was under. His head dipped. It was apparent he was fighting back tears. "Eat up, boys. The evening is young!" They both looked up, surprised. Obviously they thought the night's festivities were done. "I've already decided to call in sick at work tomorrow. I know Mickey's not going to school. You want to call in, too, Mark?" Mark was quite surprised. "Dad, you have never in my life encouraged me to play hooky! I really don't think I should. I have a history test, and I don't want to miss baseball practice." "Wow, aren't you the responsible one! OK. But you'll be missing a good time!" Mark looked from Mickey to me and shook his head. "What is with you, Dad?" "I officially declare this to be my second adolescence. I missed out on a lot of stuff. I'm making up for it!" We were finished eating. There was leftover pizza that would be good cold. I stood up to clear things off, but not before I stripped off my shorts and T-shirt. The boys glanced at my nakedness with big grins on their faces. I merged the leftover pizza into one box and hurried to the kitchen with it. I called out, "Boys, meet me in my room, on my bed, ready for some fun!" I heard them pushing chairs in and clambering for the stairs. *********** I made room in the frig for the pizza box and took a minute to start the dishwasher. When I got upstairs, I found Mark and Mickey stretched out on my bed. It was not quite the happy scene I was expecting. Mickey was weeping and Mark was comforting him. I climbed in on the other side of the bed, with Mickey in between. "What's going on, guys? I thought we covered all this." Mickey looked at me and then turned so he could wrap his arms around me. "Thank you, Mike." He couldn't speak further. Mark stroked his shoulder and looked over at me. "I think he's just glad he's got a few friends." I shook my head and pulled Mickey to me. "Being friends - that's what it's all about. I'm so sorry you're dealing with this, Mickey. It's really not fair at all." Mickey seemed to recover a bit. "I just feel really alone with it. All Dad does is rant and rave, and he doesn't talk to me about it - all he wants to do is fuck me. Then he goes out of town for a week at a time. I feel like I'm too old at school. Most of the kids won't have anything to do with me. If it wasn't for Mark, I have no idea what I'd do." He wiped his eyes. "And the teachers are just awful." "Have you talked to your dad about what's going on at school?" I asked gently. "He thinks I should drop out and work on getting my GED. I don't want to do that. I've always wanted to walk across the stage and get my diploma!" This brought about another spasm of tears. I realized just how much of a child this tall, muscular, robust looking 18-year-old really was. "Your dad may be onto something. If the place is so unpleasant for you, there's really no good reason to put yourself through it. This won't be the end of your education. There's plenty of time for diplomas." Mickey sniffled against my shoulder. "OK. I'll think about it. You still gonna fuck me?" "Definitely, but only if you understand that I'm going to want you to fuck me, too. Maybe not tonight, but soon. Just remember, I am first and foremost your friend. You are my equal." Mickey looked me in the eyes and smiled. I could see him visibly getting a grip on himself. He grinned and said, "You're on, buddy!" Mark looked at both us approvingly. "You know, guys, it's getting late. I think I'm going to go review my notes for history and get some shuteye. You have fun!" "What? You don't want to see me fuck your best friend's lights out?" "Just be sure you leave some for me!" Mark slapped Mickey's butt and turned to climb out off the bed. I got off the bed on the other side and walked around to meet him. I hugged him and whispered in his ear, "Are you OK, son?" "Sure. Why wouldn't I be?" "You were so angry earlier. I don't want you to be upset over me fucking around with Mickey. You will always be my number one!" "Thanks, Dad, I know that. You're going to have a lot of fun with this gay thing, and I'm all for it!!" I thought he was being a bit too casual, forcing it perhaps, but decided to take him at his word. I hugged and kissed him. He turned and leaned over to kiss Mickey and then was gone. Before I returned to the bed, I picked up the phone and dialed my office, leaving a message about stomach flu and how I would see them on Wednesday if at all possible. Then I turned back to the extremely desirable hunk of young man flesh that was waiting expectantly for me on my bed. "I need to freshen up just a bit. Be right back! Do you want to call your house to let them know you're staying the night?" Mickey shook his head and laid back, his hands webbed behind his head. His hairy pits looked hot and appetizing. I was peeing and was startled to find Mickey standing next to me. He pissed along with me, playfully causing his piss stream to cross mine. He held his dick with one hand and grabbed my ass with the other. He felt of my hole and said, "You're dripping cum! I grinned at him and said "You'll be adding to it before the night is over!" We climbed back onto the bed. I let Mickey make the first move. My dick was half hard. Mickey moved down and took it into his mouth. His hot lips and tongue began to work their magic. He sucked for a couple of minutes, deep-throating me with every stroke. He grabbed my big, hairy balls, hefting them and squeezing gently. I was getting very turned on. I signaled that I wanted his midsection near my face. He moved around to where his cock was almost touching my lips. I held it up so I could get a close look at his PA. It gave me a very small case of the willies, but that didn't stop me from giving the spot where it entered the underside if his dick a few licks. But what I really wanted was his ass. I moved him to where I could stick my head between his thighs and gain access to his fuckhole. He continued to suck my big cock while I kissed around his hole and then tried to stick my tongue into it. It was not as easy to tongue-fuck as it had seemed when he was doing it to me. I knew he had been fucked a lot, but his hole was still tight. I licked and sucked at his hole and then tried to gain entry with my tongue. This time I was moderately successful. I loved the taste - different from Mark's, muskier somehow. I carefully tongue-fucked him working to push as much saliva into his chute as I could. He let my cock slip out of his mouth and groaned. "Wow! That's wild, Mike! Get that tongue in there!" He went back to jacking and sucking my cock. I was sensitive enough that I was afraid I might cum too soon. "I think it's time to breed you, boy!" "Are you sure you've only been doing this for three days?" "Yep. Fast learner!" It amazed me how everything I was doing felt completely natural. "That's for sure!" I reached into my bedside table drawer to get the tube of lube. Mickey assumed the doggy-fuck position. I squeezed a generous portion onto my fingers and applied the lube to his hole, pushing it inside and finger-fucking him. He groaned. "Stick it in!" After applying lube to it, I put the large head of my cock at his hole and pushed. He was pushing back, and my cock slid in easily. He groaned even louder. "God! You feel so good in me!" He was hot and slick. I was focusing to keep from cumming far too soon. "Fuck you, Mickey! Fuck you!" "That's right, Mike! Fuck my ass!" We were surprised when Mark appeared, standing near Mickey's head, waggling his cock at him. I slowed down. "I thought you were studying." "Who can study with this going on? Suck my cock!" Mickey was more than happy to take his friend's cock into his throat. Mark gasped. "Damn, you're good!" Mickey was getting it from both ends, something he loved. Mark reached over and put his fingers where he could feel my cock slamming in and out of Mickey. "Fuck him, dad! Plug his cunt!" I fucked and Mickey sucked as Mark feverishly fucked his mouth. We were all gasping and groaning. I was jackhammering Mickey's hot ass. He was answering all my thrusts, pushing back each time. There was no way I was going to last. "I'm gonna cum!" I gasped. "Me too!" Mark croaked. All three of us came at the same time, Mickey without touching himself. We fell onto the bed in a heap.