Date: Mon, 08 Apr 2002 23:43:29 +0000 From: To Shy To Say Subject: My Best Friend Pete (and his dad): Part 2 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 2 By Jake McKenzie "Wow!" I commented over the computer. "That is pretty fucking incredible." "Yea, but," he left the message at that. "But what?" I asked "There's more." "More? You mean that wasn't it?" "Not exactly." "What do you mean, 'Not exactly'?" "Well, he came into my room this morning." He just stopped there. What an impeccable sense of timing the kid had. "Well, what the fuck happened?" I typed in capitals. He continued with his recounting of what had happened that very morning. He had been asleep in his bed, totally passed out from last night's goings-on. As normal he was naked underneath the green comforter that was on his bed. It was the only sheet he had on his bed, the others had been haphazardly splayed across the floor. It was never tucked in so his feet stuck out. He had a flimsy matching pillow. He was lying on his stomach, with his left arm hanging off the side of the single bed. The sun was just coming up. It was hidden behind the dark green blinds that covered the only window in his second floor bedroom, but some light trickled through the holes in the rigging and through the top slats, which never completely closed. He didn't hear his door as it creaked open. Nor did he hear the person who walked into his room. He didn't hear his alarm clock being turned off. It wouldn't go off later in the morning, waking him up in time for school. He also missed hearing the door being pulled closed and the light sound of it clicking as it was pulled shut. At nine in the morning, the door creaked open again. Just as before, Pete didn't hear the intruder enter his bedroom. He was still lost in sleep. He was mildly awoken when the person sat down on the bed next to him. You know, the feeling of knowing there's someone there without having to look. He then felt his comforter sliding off of his shoulders. He could hear heavy breathing from the person sitting right next to him and the warmth of their body heat. He felt a hand on his neck, slowly rubbing his muscles. It worked on his neck for a few seconds and then moved down between his shoulder blades where it continued to massage his back. He slowly turned his head and opened his eyes to see his dad sitting there. Not only was his dad sitting there next to him, he was wearing nothing but his underwear. Pete was stunned. His dad looked down at him and smiled. Pete looked up at him and his mouth opened to speak, but he couldn't find the words. "You liked last night, didn't you?" his dad asked him. Pete looked past his dad and noticed that the door was open a little. "What if mom or..." Pete was gripped by a moment of panic. "They've already left for the day. I turned off your alarm clock" his dad allayed his fears. Pete calmed back down and turned his head toward his pillow again. "What time is it?" he asked. "Just after nine. Don't worry about school, I already called them and told them you were sick." Pete didn't know what to do, so he just lay there, letting his dad massage his back. He glanced at his dad's covered crotch and quickly turned his head away again. He remembered back to last night. He had thought for a few moments that maybe he had dreamed the whole thing. Now it was clear to him that he had indeed sucked his own dad off last night. His dad kept massaging his back, working his hand lower and lower. When he got to Pete's lower back he pulled the comforter off and threw it off the foot of the bed. His son's naked body was now fully exposed. Pete shivered as the cool air in the room hit his uncovered lower body. His dad stood up and slid his underwear down and stepped out of them. "Did you like last night?" his dad asked again. Pete just lay there not saying anything. He didn't know what to say. He felt confused. He felt as though he shouldn't of liked it, but he knew he did. His dad casually sat down next to him on his bed completely naked with his uncut penis jutting out. His dad reached down and stroked his own cock a little while starring at the naked body of his son beside him. "Do you want me to leave?" his dad asked as stopped rubbing himself and started massaging Pete's shoulders again. Pete shook his head slowly and moved it so he could see his dad's groin; he was fixated with his dad's penis, which was fully erect and moving with each beat of his heart. His dad kept feeling Pete's skin. Rubbing his hand down his son's back, lower and lower, until he was just above his ass again. "I think I know what you want Piotr." his dad stated matter-of-factly. He kept working Pete's back and with his other hand he started working his own cock. Pete thought he was going to have to suck his cock again. He sure wanted that cock in his mouth one more time. But Pete's dad got on top of him and with one quick motion he gripped Pete's ass, spread it open and plunged his cock into his virgin ass. "Fuck!" Pete screamed out. He tried to struggle out from under his dad, but he was held firmly in place. His dad had one hand one each of Pete's shoulders and he pressed down with all his weight, driving his penis all the way into his son. Pete thrashed around trying to escape the reaming his anus was receiving, but he couldn't get away from the bulk of his father. After struggling for a minute or so, the pain began to subside. Pete accepted his fate and just lay there underneath his dad. His dad just stayed on top of him for another minute or so before rising up slightly and pushing back down. "Dad, let me..." Peter began to say that we wanted up, but as he felt the cock inside of him momentarily slide out, and then back in, he felt something. It was a new sensation to him, but the feeling was incredible. He didn't want it to stop. He wanted his dad to fuck him. The thought scared him. "Does it hurt anymore?" his dad asked cautiously, not knowing if son was going to try to bolt or if he had finally decided to accept his fate. Pete shook his head. "How about this?" His dad raised himself up a couple of inches and then drove his cock back into Pete's ass. "Fuck!" Pete exclaimed, a little more high pitched than before. "Hurt?" "No, it feels..." he hesitated, not wanting to his dad to know he was enjoying it, "all right." "Good," his dad smiled, "because it's going to be in there for a while." His dad started to push and pull his cock in and out of his son's asshole at a slow, yet steady rate. For the next twenty minutes Pete's dad forced his swollen cock deeper and deeper into his firstborn before gently sliding it, almost all the way out, but leaving just the head concealed inside the boy's rectum before he would sink it back in. "Damn..." Pete moaned, "That feels so..." his voice trailed off. "You like this, don't you." It was more of a statement than a question. Pete just simply nodded his head as best as he could. His dad still had a hold of his hair with one his big paws. He wanted his dad to keep fucking him forever, to keep pushing it into him, to keep that cock jammed up his ass. "Fuck." Pete muttered. "Yea, my little boy likes this doesn't he?" "Yea, I do." The two of them lay there not speaking for the next ten minutes while Pete's dad continued to slowly fuck his ass. Pete would moan sporadically. His dad would grunt now and then. Other than that the only sound in the room was the bed creaking and the air conditioning turning on and off occasionally. As Pete's dad approached his climax Pete had finally found a rhythm so that he could rub his own uncut cock against his mattress so that he could get off as well. He was hoping that they would both get off together, but Pete's dad soon erupted in his newly broken in asshole. "Yea son," his dad softly whispered while shooting his load, "take all of your dad inside you." "Damn," Pete yelled. He arched his back a little as he felt his dad's cum being propelled inside him. He pushed back as his dad gripped his sides and kept his dick buried deep in the boy's rectum. He kept gently pushing his cock in as deep as he could; making sure every drop of cum he could get out of his balls was deep in his boy's ass. Pete kept humping his bed while his dad's climax faded. His dad pulled his penis out and watched as some of his semen slid down between his son's legs and into the hair around his testicles. Pete rolled over onto his back and started jacking off while his dad sat on the side of the bed catching his breath. He looked down at his dad's limp cock. "Can I suck you dad?" he asked while jacking himself. "Not right now, you just concentrate on getting yourself off," his dad replied. "But..." Pete was nearing the edge, "I want to taste you." Pete then felt the remnants of his dad's ejaculation on his testicles. He reached between his legs, smeared his fingers through it and brought it up to his mouth. He licked the sticky mess of his fingers. No sooner had he done that then his cock started shooting spurt after spurt of thick white semen all over his hairless chest. "Damn dad, that was... fucking awesome," Pete said while trying to catch his breath. "Yea, it was pretty good," his dad answered, "but you need to take a shower. I have to get ready for work and I'm taking you to school." "But dad..." "No 'buts' Piotr. I'll let you skip second period, but after lunch I'm driving you to school." "Ok," Pete mumbled, then suddenly his face lit up with a sarcastic smile, ""but haven't you driven me enough today." His dad smacked up on the leg with his hand. "Go get showered!" his dad said forcefully, but playfully. "Ok dad, I will in a minute." His dad got up, grabbed his underwear off the floor and went into his own bedroom across the hall and closed the door. Pete watched him go and then starred at the ceiling, feeling empty now that he didn't have his dad inside him. He knew he was going to have to start having sex with his dad more often, he just hoped that his dad felt the same way. He got up and grabbed a change of clothes and went into the bathroom and showered and got ready for school. He went downstairs and made himself something to eat and watched a little TV. At 11:30 his dad came downstairs dressed for work. "Ready to go?" he asked Pete. "Yea, I guess," Pete said, slightly dejected, thinking his dad was just going to dismiss what they did. They went out to the garage and got in the car. They pulled out and headed toward Pete's school. "Hurt any?" his dad asked out nowhere. Pete shook his head and starred out the window at nothing. "Dad..." he started to speak but his voice trailed off. His dad either hadn't heard him or was waiting for him to continue. They arrived in front of Pete's school. He grabbed his backpack and got out of the car. His dad opened his door, put one foot out and stuck his head over the roof. "Piotr," his dad called. "What?" Pete responded in an almost surly tone. "Wait till you see what do tomorrow," his dad said. Pete smiled at him. His dad smiled back. "Tomorrow" Pete said to one but himself. He smiled and ran into school.