Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2023 08:43:27 -0400 From: Quentin Compton Subject: Good boy part 5 Mom was leaving for a month. Her boyfriend. Thomas. Business trip. Extended it to a vacation. London or Paris or both. I hadn't been able to pay 100% attention. I stopped listening pretty quickly and started thinking instead about what it would be like to spend a whole month with Dad. A. Whole. Month. Last two weeks of school, and then all my time at home. All my time with, or planning and preparing for time with, Dad. Pleasing him. Only considering his man cock. Recently, Eric started avoiding me, an uncharacteristically smart move on his part, honestly, and I was happy to let him keep being smart. I had waited till 11 that night to sneak out from under his bed and out his window. Uncle Ian had left an hour before, but our paranoid and traumatized brains figured this was for the best. "I think he has cameras in the house," Eric told me. Shit. Shit. Shit. Stupid Eric. "Probably not in my room, though." Probably not, Eric?! I had bit my lip to keep from shouting. Instead, i had gently rubbed his sore, red ass through his boxers, kissed him on the cheek and climbed out of his room. I mean, he was still my best friend. I asked Dad that night. His hairy legs wrapped around my torso, my face buried just below his strong chest, "What is Uncle Ian's deal?" Dad said he couldn't talk about it. "You're not allowed?" I could feel him nod. "Maybe Uncle Ian is afraid Eric will fall in love with you." My breathing stopped. My neurons wouldn't fire and i was stuck not being able to reach conclusions i knew should be easy to understand. "Are you afraid I will fall in love with Eric?" I asked him and wondered why i had. "Worried? No baby boy, I'm not. cause you're a good boy." It felt like a non answer to me, but I was satisfied enough for now. He brought my head up, so that my mouth was on one of his nipples. I nursed on it, listening to him moan while he drifted to sleep. His cock was hard and jamming into my stomach. Mine strained inside my briefs, leaking through and through. I stayed awake like this another hour, happy and frustrated. Two weeks into what i just knew was going to be the best month of my life, i stood in front of the mirror, in my briefs. The only thing I was allowed to wear while at home. I was shaving my boy pits, per dad's request (some hair was starting to grow back, and he liked me totally smooth), when there was a knock at the door. I grabbed one of dad's robes. Eric's normally neat hair was a mess. His face looked tear stained, like he'd cried all night. It was cold outside and I could see his breath. He was shivering even though he had a huge jacket on. "Help me." Even though i had no idea what he was talking about, my first instinct was to say no. I still hadn't recovered from the night under his bed. His simple presence made me anxious about Uncle Ian, made me worried what dad would think; just seeing him made me feel like I was in possession of stolen goods i needed to offload fast. "You shouldn't be here," was what I wanted to say. It's what I should have said. Instead I silently stepped aside. He walked in, dropped to his knees and put his face in my crotch before i could close the door. "Whoa, whoa, whoa." I pulled him up off the ground. "Nope, absolutely not." I was kind of proud of my self control in the moment. "What is wrong, buddy?" His face twisted into a pained expressionistic kind of painting. The Scream. "This," he said, grabbed my left hand and held it to his crotch. It was something hard, but not flesh. I took my hand back instinctively like id burned it on something hot. "What the fuck Eric? Why are you wearing a cup." He bit his lip, looked left and right even though we were alone. "It's not sports equipment, man." And then he whispered even though, again, we were alone in the house. "It's more like a torture device." I couldnt even imagine what he was talking about. "Lemme see," i said. I sounded dumb. He shifted uncomfortably. He was stalling, embarrassed. "I'd rathe not. Dont make me show you. It's humiliating." I asked what it was. "Uncle Ian put it on the day after you came over. It's," it took him a long time to fish out the right words. "A cock cage." "Whaaaa," i heard myself saying, but i was already focusing more on trying to keep my own dick from stiffening at the implications. And failing at it. "It stops me from getting erections, but keeps me super horny." He wasnt looking at me, just at the ground. "Uncle Ian takes it off sometimes, but he's been on a camping trip for the last few days and i cant take it anymore." I did a kind of twisted calculus in my head. If uncle Ian was out of town, and dad was at work for another two hours, what could it hurt to...."to what, Eric? What can we do? How can you get any relief without..." but I was moaning, my eyes had rolled back in my head, and my whole half hard cock was in Eric's mouth. I heard a slurp sound. "I think I need you to," his voice caught on the next word , "fuck me Mattie. I think you can push it out of me from the other side." I was fully hard now.. It was heaven. He was swallowing me, my hands running through his dumb, thin, light brown hair. He grabbed my ass cheeks and gagged himself on me. Desperate to take it all down his throat. "Eric how did you learn to..." "Ian," was all he said. I pulled him up by the arm pits and pushed him back on the bed. I hadn't ever fucked anyone before. "What now?" "Lube," Eric said. I went in dad's room and searched every where. Bathroom cabinet, night stand. Nothing that looked like lube. A couple times before,well, everything, I used vegetable oil to slick my own dick. I grabbed it. Eric hasn't moved. I took off his shoes, slid his pants down, but his underwear caught me by surprise. "Ian likes it," he said. I left the jock on, it kept the weird contraption Eric was wearing out of sight. I took my finger and smeared oil all around his tight puckered hole. A finger slipped in, and Eric would moan. Two fingers slipped in and Eric lost his mind. He sat straight up and kissed me deeply. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." I held the slick tip of my cock to Eric's hole, and before I could push it in, Eric pushed down on me, taking half of it. "Oh shit, Matty, it feels so good." I slid the rest in as gently and slowly as I could, watching Eric's face contort. Pleasure, pressure, pleasure, fullness. "Do I feel good Matt?" "Shut up." I was focusing on not pulling too far back out. I immediately felt terrible, Eric looked so dejected, and it really did feel good. Too good maybe. I leaned down and said in his ear, "You feel absolutely amazing." He grinned at me, and instinct took over as I built up a slow, steady rhythm, sliding all the way in and then almost all the way out of Eric. His eyes rolled back in his head, and something tickled the back of my brain whenever I could make him moan, and so I worked hard to make that happen. His jock was just drenched with precum, "Did you shoot yet?" I asked. "I don't think so," he said. Stupid Eric couldn't even tell if he'd finished. It made me laugh and kiss him again. I tried to slow down, but Eric was speeding up. "Slow down, slow down," I said. I just knew I was about to cum, but Eric still hadn't found the relief I was determined to bring him. He was crazed. Desperately riding me, pulling me down to kiss him. "Please, Marty. It feels so good." Just when I was certain one more slide down my shaft would make me lose it, that was when dad walked in. And we froze in place. ********************** I pulled out immediately, and Eric whined. Whimpered. I was so embarrassed, but Eric, like an idiot, kept grinding back on some sort of imaginary cock, literally moaning right in front of my dad. Dad, for his part, looked transfixed. I saw his features go soft and tender. "Poor boy. Practically in heat," he said, like when I stay home sick from school or something. And then he set his gaze on me. "And you, you were just trying to help, weren't you?" I nodded sheepishly, but kind of proud of myself too because of the way dad had asked me that. Eric's gaze was intense, pleading and it was just glued to my dad. "Please Mr Ryan. Help." Dad kept looking straight on, not quite dissociating. More like solving a math problem in his head, until he finally said, "Both of you on your knees, on the floor. If I'm going to help you, Eric, you boys need to get it hard for me first." Eric was my best friend. We'd done everything together, and now this too. I was going to suck on dad's cock with him. I started on his shaft, bumping up against and sliding against a very sweaty Eric. I guess I was pretty sweaty too, but Eric SMELLED sweaty. Like a gym locker. Like a cheeseburger with onions. My dad had dropped his slacks to mid thigh and pulled his girthy tool and ample balls out of his underwear, so familiar to me, but new to Eric. Eric went for dad's balls like they'd been dipped in catnip. His face was so buried in my dad's crotch, I wasn't sure he could breathe through his nose at all. My dad leaned down a little and played lightly with one of our nipples each. I was gagging on his shaft, just like I knew he liked it. After a few minutes, or maybe more, he took both our chins in his hands and pulled our heads back to look up at him. "Very good boys." He growled and I had precum just leaking down my own shaft seeing my dad so pleased. Eric tried to kiss me, but dad held our heads apart. "No," he said. "Eric, buddy, get on the bed. Lie on your back." After a second, "kay, scoot back so your head is hanging off." After another second, "good boy." He let Eric lick his balls, his shaft, kiss the tip. He stopped moaning. "Eric, it's going to sometimes feel like you can't breathe. When that happens, you must work hard to relax. Remember that you're actually fine. I would NEVER let anything bad happen to you. Just keep your throat open as much as you can, always, try for even more. Focus on your own cock. You're probably just about going to piss precum." He waited a beat. "Understand, buddy?" I looked down at Eric's jock. Saturated, completely. "Yessir." He said softly. Adoringly. In absolute awe of my father. He began just fucking Eric's throat. While building up a slaw but certain rhythm, my dad slowly unbuttoned his own work shirt. "Matty, do you want to help your friend." I nodded. "Come on over and sit on the bed next to him." I sat there looking at my dad like he was a god. I was so happy for Eric, getting to give my dad pleasure. I was so glad I got to watch it happen. Seeing the expression on my dads face, and the fullness in Eric's throat. My dad had his hands cradling the back of Eric's neck, his thumbs resting lightly on either side of his adams apple. His face went serious, but he never stopped his slow, gentle thrusts. "Are you okay, Matty? Is this okay?" I nodded as enthusiastically as I could. My dad leaned over and kissed me deeply, passionately. It was almost out of control. I'd never seen him in such a desperate state. "Your friend's throat feels so good, Mathew. Here's what I need you to do for him. Are you ready?" "Yessir!" "Just start teasing his nipples." My dad went one full thrust in, and stayed there. Eric's nose was under my dad's balls, and after a second, I saw Eric's back arch and his hands grab for the sheet. He looked panicked. I watched his throat start constricting and relaxing in quick succession, almost outlining my dad's cock. "It's alright, Eric. Eric, baby. Focus on your nipples. The pleasure of it. You're doing just what you're meant to do. Focus on your cock, all the precum coming out, dripping through that jock. Focus on my cock. Pretend what I'm feeling, you're feeling, and you're almost ready to cum." Eric went still, collected himself, reached behind my dad, grabbed his ass and somehow pulled dad even deeper into his own throat. My dad chuckled, and after another long moment slid all the way out. "Yes. Eric! That was such a good job." Eric is coughing up all manner of stuff, and dad gently wiped it off. He bent down and kissed him. And I hate to admit it, I was jealous for just a second. My dad looked so excited, proud of Eric, even. "One more time buddy. Do it for me, okay? Are you scared?" "No, sir." My dad grinned. "That's good. Good boy, because I'd never let anything bad happen to you." My dad was back down Eric's throat, when he said, "Matty. I need you to change it up a little." I nodded. He kissed me, I melted and any jealousy was immediately gone. "I need you to lick Eric's balls. Just absolutely drench them with your mouth. Sloppy as ever. Can you do that, bud?" I said I could. And I got off the bed stood opposite my dad, and did as I was told. I wanted to keep watching the ecstatic faces my dad made while lapping at my friend's balls. My dads hands had replaced mine on Eric's nipples while he gave a repeat performance, deepthroating my best friend. Eric really was doing a fantastic job. This time when my dad slid out, he leaned down and whispered something to Eric I couldn't make out, but I kept obediently teasing Eric's balls. Dad grabbed the oil, came around behind me, pulled me up and started lubing my cock. "Matty, you're going to fuck it out of him, you understand?" "Shouldn't it be you? You're bigger and better, sir." He chuckled, "I'm in enough trouble already, no Matty. It has to be you." Eric was on all fours, and I was back, deep inside my friend, my dad, licking Eric's balls, lying on the bed underneath him. "Reach around and play with his nipples, Matty," dad said. I did as I was told. Like always. Something changed. Eric's hole was a tight clamp around my cock, almost hard to pull out of. He came up erect on his knees, my chest against his sweaty back, and he looked behind as much as he could. "I love you Matty," he said. What a dumb thing for him to say. But it made me want to kiss him, and so I did. It was the longest kiss I've ever had. I heard my dad somewhere in the very far off distance say "You're ready now, I can tell, Eric. Do it. Shoot, son." I came while inside my best friend, while kissing him and tugging on his nipples. It felt almost like blacking out, and when I came to, I saw Eric leaning over my dad's chest licking his own cum off it. Later in bed with dad alone, I would find out it was actually Eric's AND my dad's cum Eric was eating. I collapsed on the bed, my dad spooning me, and me spooning Eric. I couldn't help but think how perfect this was. How I didn't want uncle Ian to ever come home, Eric could just stay here always. Me, dad, and Eric. Forever.