Date: Sun, 04 Aug 2002 21:35:47 +0000
From: To Shy To Say <to_shy_to_say@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Best Friend Pete (and his dad) Part 4

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My Best friend Pete (and his dad) Part 4

The alarm clock on the desk beside the bed had started to go off. A smack of
the button on top of it ceased the racket coming from it. Ten minutes later,
the procedure was repeated, except this time; it was the off button, not the
snooze button that I pressed. The light that came through the blinds was
annoyingly bright. A pull of the cord and the slats closed, which enveloped
the room in perpetual twilight. Nine o'clock in the morning had once again
come way too early.

I finally opened my eyes and looked around. Damn, another day was under way.
I shook the cobwebs and headed over to my computer desk. I had left it
on-line last night. Oh the joys having a permanent dedicated cable
connection. I looked through all the junk mail that had accumulated over
night. There was way too much of it. Delete, delete, delete and so on. One
from Pete, I skipped over that one, delete, delete, delete. I went through
my other two email accounts and then came back to the e-mail from Pete.

My mouth once again dropped as I started reading through it.

"Not again," I muttered. I read the entire thing again. And then I had to
read it again. Then I jerked off to it. Then I deleted it. With that out of
the way I set about getting ready for the day... Oh, I guess you want to
know what was in it, huh? Sorry, I couldn't resist.

Neither could Pete. Or his dad. Two days had passed since he had last fucked
his son. There was plenty to do in the meantime. He had a job to do so he
could support the family, so he couldn't well give all his time to thinking
about having sex with son. Not to mention he had a wife to keep satisfied
too.

Pete on the other hand, had school to contend with. His grades weren't
anything to write home about as they were. Now that his mind was on his dad
most of the time, they slid down even further. He had withdrawn from most of
his friends, and only talked to them through his email and occasionally on
ICQ. They all thought it was just the normal silent phase that every
teenager goes through.
It was Thursday night and Pete's dad was home from work early, at around ten
at night. Pete was still up, watching TV in nothing but his boxer shorts, as
usual.  His dad greeted him as he walked in through the dining room on his
way to the kitchen.

"Hello Piotr."

"Papa!" Pete nearly twisted his ankle getting up off the couch. He ran over
to his dad and hugged him from behind. Pete was still a few inches shorter
than his dad and could barely get his arms all the way around his father's
frame. Pete's dad unwrapped his son's arms from around his mid-section and
continued looking in the fridge for something to eat. He had hoped his wife
had left something from supper. He found it hidden on the third shelf,
covered in plastic wrap. He tore it off and slid it in the microwave and
turned it on.

He turned to see Pete smiling at him.

"What?" he asked in a surly tone.

"Nothing'" Pete replied. His smile evaporated and he backed away from his
dad. He went back over to the couch and sat down and continued watching the
movie that was on. Occasionally he would look back to see what his dad was
doing and to sneak peaks at his body. His dad took the plate out of the
microwave and sat it down on the table that faced the living room so he
could watch the movie while he ate.

The two of them sat in silence watching the film while Pete's dad ate his
supper. After he was through eating he picked up his dishes and put them in
the sink. Pete looked back to see if he was going to say anything but he
simply grabbed a newspaper and headed out of the room.

As he left he turned Pete and said, "Where's your mom and sister?"

"They had to go over to Jean-Marie's tonight, remember?" Pete replied.

"Oh yes," he muttered out loud, "another one of those hen parties. When did
they say they were supposed to be back?"

"Mom said she wouldn't be home before midnight," Pete said; hopeful that his
dad would realize that meant they still had a solid hour in which to do
something.

"Ok, I'm going to head upstairs," he said monotonously and turned and headed
out of the room and up the stairs. Pete turned back to watching the movie.
He reached down and rubbed the front of his boxers. He really wanted to do
something with his dad, but he was too afraid to start anything. He wanted
his dad to start it so that he would know what they were doing was all
right. He needed that reassurance that he wasn't weird by letting his dad
set the pace, so to speak.

After ten minutes of the movie Pete couldn't stand the urges he was having.
If his father wasn't going to start anything, he needed the release of
masturbation. He turned off the television, which plunged the house into
silence. He dropped the remote control onto the table in front of him with a
clatter and got up and headed upstairs. He saw that the door to his parent's
bedroom was closed. He thought about going in for a split second, but he
chickened out. He went into his own room, almost directly across the hallway
and closed the door behind him.

He left the light off as he slowly made his way to his bed in the inky
darkness. He stumbled over his school uniform but managed to keep his
balance before he plopped down on his mattress. He put his head on his
pillow and slipped his right hand into his boxers and felt himself up. He
pushed his boxers down a little and stroked himself a bit, not really
wanting to get off, but knowing he was going to have to sooner or later to
get his dad off of his mind.

After a few minutes of absently playing with himself he had a full erection.
He took his cock in his left hand for a change, and pretended that his dad
was stroking his cock for him. The fantasy didn't work. If there's work to
be done, it just feels like your doing to yourself in a different way. He
decided to give up on jerking off for a few minutes and he laid in silence
in the dark. He glanced over at his clock. They could still have a good
forty minutes of action if his dad had come in right then. Pete stared at
the door in the dark, seeing the lines around the edge where the hall light
crept into his room, trying to will it open, and for his dad to be behind it
when it did.

He lay there for a few more minutes before he finally had enough. He had to
be with his dad now. He felt his heart beating a little faster as he sat up
on the side of his bed. He kicked his boxers the rest of the way off and
blindly felt around on the floor for his red and white bathrobe. He found it
a moment later and put his arms through the short sleeves and tied it around
his waist. He got up off the bed and headed for the door. Slowly, he opened
it and looked out across the way, his parent's door was still shut. He
couldn't see any light coming from underneath the door, nor could he hear
their TV.

As he walked the few steps Peter could hear his heart beating even faster.
His mouth was dry in anticipation. He flicked off the light in the hallway
and the entire upstairs was thrown into blackness. His eyes adjusted quickly
enough and he stopped just in front of the door and listened. All he could
hear was his own heart thumping in his chest and his own breathing. Looking
down at the doorknob, he reached out and gripped it with his left hand and
gently eased the door open. He stepped inside his parent's bedroom and
closed the door behind him.

In the faint light of the room he could make out his dad's form laying under
the covers of the bed. Peter didn't know if his dad was asleep or not. He
walked over to the side of bed.

"Dad?" he whispered. There wasn't any movement, so he called out again,
slightly louder, but still in a whisper, "Dad!" His dad mumbled a little,
clearly in a state of sleepiness and rolled over and faced the other side of
the bed. Pete cursed under his breath and thought about just going back to
his own room and finish jerking off.

He walked around the bed and to the other side where his dad was facing and
called out again, "Dad?" His dad only responded with another string of
incoherent gibberish. Pete stood in the dark for a few seconds considering
what to do. He reached under his robe and felt his semi-hard cock. He
thought about masturbating right there, just a foot away from his dad's
face. That wasn't going to fill his need though, so he thought better of it.
Finally, he took a deep breath and decided to throw caution to the wind. He
undid the belt on his robe, let it drop to the floor and grabbed the sheet
that his dad was beneath and crawled under. He had done it, he was naked and
in bed with his father.

He laid there for a couple of minutes, feeling the soft cock pressed up
against his ass, the heat of his dad's burly body and the warm breath
against the back of his neck. He pushed himself back a little and snuggled
in closer, hoping his dad would wake up and plow his tight ass.

His dad finally stirred a little bit, but it was just to turn back over onto
his back, more towards the center of the bed and further away from Pete.
Pete was frustrated at the lack of attention his dad showed him. He lay
still next to his dad; his hard cock tented the covers. He reached down and
slowly began to jerk himself off. The gentle movement of him masturbating
wasn't going to be enough to make his dad notice him, but he needed to get
off. He closed his eyes and started to really jack his manhood.

Out of nowhere his dad lifted the blanket and grabbed Pete's head and pushed
him down. Pete was surprised when it happened, but he took the hint and
moved underneath sheet. His dad continued to push his down until it was
right in his groin. Pete couldn't see anything, but he soon felt his dad's
soft penis against his cheek. His dad rubbed Pete's face all over his groin.

"Stick your tongue out son."

Pete did as he was told and put his tongue out. His dad moved Pete's face
down, running his tongue over his groin, his penis, his balls and down
towards his ass. He shoved Pete's face further into the area below his
balls.

"Lick down there."

His dad held Pete's face between his legs with his left hand and started to
jack off with his right. Since he didn't have much choice in the matter,
Pete continued to lick his dad's body, but he didn't mind. He didn't care
much for the taste or smell, but the feeling of licking his dad was enough
to make him happy and it gave him a raging boner.

With his young son's tongue working in his ass, it didn't take long for him
to get hard too. A few minutes of this and his dad ready to shoot his load.
He brought Pete's face up and pushed the end of his hard cock into his
mouth. He felt his cum start to flow from his balls and into his boy's
waiting mouth.

"Swallow my load son, I don't want any mess left."

Pete wrapped his lips around the head of his dad's cock and made sure to get
every last drop of cum that spewed forth. The huge dick inside of his mouth
continued to twitch and spasm and pump shot after shot of sticky, salty cum
out. After a few seconds his dad pulled out and Pete was left with a warm
load of his dad's semen on tongue. He built up a little saliva and swallowed
it down his throat. Peter licked at the tip of his dad's penis to make sure
there wasn't any trace of his orgasm.

He wasn't sure what to do at that point so he grabbed a hold of his own
stiff member and began to jerk off. His dad pushed him off to the side and
got into a more comfortable position and went back to trying to sleep. Pete
crawled out from under the covers and lay next to his dad. He ran his left
hand under the sheets along his dad's body and down into his genitals while
he masturbated next to him. It didn't take him long to get close. Before he
knew it he was shooting his load all over his flat stomach. His dad managed
to look over and see his son's eruption.

"Clean that up son."

Pete got up to go into the little bathroom that was in the master bedroom,
but his dad grabbed his arm and kept him on the bed.

"What did I just tell you?"

"You told me to clean up, I was going to get a towel."

"No, I mean clean it up right here."

"But... how?"

"Eat it boy."

"But dad..."

"If you don't eat it yourself, I'll make you eat it."

Pete looked down at the mess of cum that was lying across his stomach. His
dad scooped up as much of Peter's semen that could and shoved two fingers
into his mouth. Pete felt his own his warm seed on his tongue and
instinctively gulped back when he felt this dad's fingers press into his
mouth. His dad moved his hand back to Pete's stomach and brought up some
more of the teenage cum. He once again shoved his fingers into his son's
mouth and had Pete lick it off and swallow it.

"That's a good boy. Now, you should get out of her before your mother and
sister come home"

"Ok papa."

Pete rolled off the bed and grabbed his robe off the floor and wrapped it
around himself and made his way toward the bedroom door.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight Piotr."