Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2008 23:17:07 -0600
From: Xavier Lancaster <xavier.stories@gmail.com>
Subject: Playing Pool #2

Playing Pool #2
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between an unrelated man and his
son's teenaged friend. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from
reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading.

If you are interested in my other stories, you can find them listed in the
Authors section under XavierL (toward the bottom of the list).

If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories, feel
free to email me.

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That day was a long one.  Every time I saw Tom, I just wanted to rip his
clothes off of him or feel his hot breath on my cock.  But Derek was
supposed to be home, and we weren't sure when that would be.  Tom wasn't
making it easier on me either.  He was a huge dick tease.  Once when we
were playing a board game, I felt his toes rubbing my crotch.  I almost
just allowed it, but I thought I heard a car outside.  Fuckin' neighbors.

After dinner, I decided to go ahead and change into my pajama bottoms just
to relax.  Tom went ahead and did the same.  It was a rough go as we sat on
the couch together.  His hand rubbed my thigh.  When his hand slipped into
the fly of my pajamas, I decided what the fuck and just let him slowly rub
my suffering cock.

We both jumped when the phone rang.  I went into the kitchen to answer it.
"Hey Derek! When you gonna be home?"  Tom came over, his hard cock
thrusting his thin bottoms out ahead of him.

Tom watched my face eagerly as I listened, his fingers once again
disappearing into my cotton PJs.

"OK, well, have fun.  We'll see you tomorrow then."  I then hung up.

"Where is he?" Tom asked.

"They're having problems with the bus.  He'll be home tomorrow afternoon
probably."

Tom smiled.  I felt his fingers at my waist and then felt my bottoms
sliding down my legs.  I immediately stepped out of them as they reached my
ankles.  Tom was on his knees.  I shuddered as his lips started working my
ball sac.  I grabbed a fistful of his brown hair and guided his mouth to my
desperate cock.  "You've been teasing it all day.  Time to make up."  His
mouth greedily admitted my hard meat.

I kept my grip on his hair as sucked my dick, but suddenly he stopped and
started to stand up.  I released him out of curiosity.  His lips engulfed
my nipples, and then he kissed his way up to my neck where he lightly
sucked on it before our hungry mouths found each other.  As we kissed
passionately, our tongues exploring each other's mouth, I yanked his pajama
bottoms down and started stroking his cock.  He moaned as we kissed.

The next thing I knew he was pulling away from me and turning around.  He
then pressed his backside up against me.  I sucked on his neck as I stroked
his cock.  I pushed my hard dick against his ass cheeks, and he pressed
against me.

"I'm ready for you Daddy."

"What do you mean?" I whispered into his ear.

"I'm ready for you to fuck me."

"Yeah?  You want my cock up your ass, son?"

He spread his cheeks as he answered "Please sir!"

"We need some lube boy.  I can't stick my monster in that tight ass without
it."

"I know, Daddy.  I'm all ready."  As he said this, he grabbed my dick and
rubbed it against his hole.  He was slippery.

I guided him roughly against the wall.  His hands braced his body as he
pushed his ass out away from the wall.  I wanted his hole so bad!  I guided
my dick until it penetrated his ass.  I then put both my hands on his hips,
gripping him firmly, and then shoved my cock into him.

"Daddy! Fuck me hard!"

I rammed my cock into him and started thrusting back and forth into his
sweet ass.  He moaned loudly as I fucked him.  This position just wasn't
working for me though.  So I pulled out and spun him around and shoved him
toward the table.  He immediately bent over the table, spreading his legs.
I wasted no time in returning my throbbing cock to Tom's boy hole.  This
was better, and I could ram his ass.

"Yes, Daddy!  Oh gawd! FUCK ME!!"

I started pounding him even harder.  The table was creaking and skidding
across the floor slowly.  I hoped it wouldn't break, but it didn't break my
stride.  Especially with him moaning wildly.  But, the day-long
anticipation meant I wasn't going to last long at this pace.  I honestly
didn't give a shit, so I rammed him even harder.

As his body rocked with my thrusts, he reached around and grabbed my ass.
His hole squeezed my dick, and I froze as my load exploded into his hole.
His hole kept massaging my rod, milking it of its load.

I finally pulled out of him.  He stood up and turned around.  Again I
thrust my tongue into his mouth and stroked his meat for a few moments.
"Sit on the table boy."

When his naked ass had rested on the table, I shoved his legs apart.  I
stroked his dick a couple of times, and then lowered my head to his groin.
His pubes were darker with sweat, and I savored the saltiness of the
velvety skin of his young meat.  He had been very close, because I only
blew him for a few seconds before his salt juicy was invading my mouth.  I
swallowed it as it pumped into my mouth.

When I released his cock, he smiled at me broadly and said "Thanks Daddy!"
I returned his smile and went back to the kitchen to get some water.

The wild fucking had wore me out, and so I decided to head to bed early.
He, of course, decided to join me.  Since Derek wasn't going to be home, I
figured what the hell.  We crawled into bed, and I have to say it felt so
good to cuddle him, to feel the warmth of his young nude body.

I slept so peacefully that night I actually slept in which surprised me.  I
woke up first this time, my raging hard cock straining against the weight
of the blanket.  I looked over to find Tom laying on his back as well.  I
lifted up the sheets and confirmed he was sprouting wood, too.  I eased
over next to him, took his cock into my hand, and started kissing his chest
and sucking on his nipples.

"Daddy?" he said sleepily.

"Yes, baby.  Good morning."

"Can I say `Good morning' to your dick, sir?"

I shoved the blanket and sheets away.  We maneuvered in the bed so that we
were in a 69, and we began slowly sucking each other's eager meat.  At one
point I thought I heard a door, but knew it was just the neighbors again,
so I barely wasted a second on sucking his boy flesh.

At one point Tom asked me to fuck him again.

"Later, baby.  Right now just drink Daddy's milk," I replied.

We continued sucking each other, Tom thrilling me several times my deep
throating my cock.  As I was getting closer, I rolled us from being on our
side to him being underneath me.  I started fucking his face earnestly.  I
let his dick go briefly to announce "Here it comes, Tommy!"  I shoved my
cock deeper into his throat and sucked on his cock feverishly.  One or two
seconds later, Tom was swallowing my cum.

I could only slowly suck him at this point, but as my orgasm carried on, I
went back to sucking him faster.  I grabbed onto him and rolled us over so
he was now on top.  Immediately he put his knees down and started pumping
my mouth.  He finally moaned, almost screamed, "Oh Daddy!" and then he was
gagging me as his jizz shot down my throat.

When he was done, he pulled out and lay on his back as we both gasped for
air.  I looked at the clock and decided we better get moving.  Tom left to
go back to the room he shares with my son while I got dressed.  I wondered
if I could get in a quick fuck and so headed to their room.  I froze
stunned in the hallway as I heard Derek's voice in conversation with Tom.
Shit! I thought and headed to the kitchen.

When the boys came out, I feigned surprise.  "You're home early Derek!"

"They got another bus out to us earlier than we had planned."

"Well, cool.  Have you had a chance to shower?"


"No.  I'm going to right now.  See you later Tom."

"See ya, Derek," he said a bit nervously.

Tom shrugged as Derek walked away, grabbed his keys, and said "I'm going to
go to my parents' real quick and grab some more of my shit."  He looked
down the hall to confirm Derek was gone, and then gave me a quick kiss and
left.

I wanted to ask him a few questions, obviously, but he disappeared too
quickly.  I ate a bagel and then sat on the couch with my newspaper.  I was
reading when Derek sat next to me.

"So how was it?" I asked, still perusing the paper.

"Pretty good.  We won at least."

"Cool," I said, turning the page.

"But I'm pretty horny."

OK, that got my attention.  I put the newspaper down and looked at him.  I
saw his blue eyes blazing at me.  "Ummm, thanks for sharing?" I said.

My eyes then noticed he was shirtless.  I let my eyes drift down his
athletic torso to his white towel wrapped around his waist.  While my eyes
scanned the towel, I noticed his hands opening the towel.  My eyes shot
back up to his face.

"Get busy, Dad."

"What?!" I asked, a genuine shock edging my voice.

"If you can suck his dick, you can suck mine."

SHIT!  "Look, Derek, I . . . "

His movement stopped my response.  He was on his feet and standing in front
of me, naked as the day he was born, his cock encircled with thick, dark
hairs, his cock jutting out at me.

"Derek, please. . . " I began.

"You sucked his, you suck mine!" he said through gritted teeth.  "Or I
tell," he finished.

I've seen that look and heard that tone before.  They were my own he had
adopted as he grew up.  I began to reach forward.

"No.  On your knees, Dad."

I was going to argue, but I knew it was pointless.  He had caught me, and
now I was fucked.  I slid to my knees from the couch and stared at his
dick.  He was as big as me and just as thick, but with low-hanging balls.

"Suck it!"

I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and winced as he entered my mouth.  I
couldn't believe I had my own son's cock in my mouth!  I was disgusted at
the thought.  However, and I hate to admit this, as I smelled his
soap-scented skin, my cock began to respond.  I put my hands on the back of
his legs.  In response he grabbed my head and then shoved his thick meat
into me.  I coughed and gagged, but he ignored it.  He pulled back and then
thrust again.  This time I forced my throat to relax.  His cock shoved into
my throat until my lips were pressed against his pubes.

At this point my hands grabbed onto his ass cheeks, which felt surprisingly
good, as I began truly devouring my the fruit of my loin's hard meat.  I
quickly released his cock to breathe and take a deep breath.

"So, who's dick is bigger?  Mine or his?"

"Yours, son."

He stepped away and walked over to the coach.  I watched him sit down and
spread his legs wide.  I walked on my knees until I was between his taut
thighs and returned his delicious cock to my mouth.  I lovingly and
greedily worked his knob.

"Do my balls."

I obediently released his meat and began sucking on his nut sac.  There was
sparser hair here, and because they were hangers, I could get the whole nut
into my mouth.  As I worked his sac, he repositioned himself so that his
feet were planted on the cushion.  I returned his dick to my mouth.
Immediately his hand was on the back of my head, and his pelvis began
thrusting upward, shoving his cock into my throat.

He fucked my mouth as I slid a hand down my pants and started stroking my
dick.  After a while his dick seemed to get thicker, and his thrusts were
more urgent.  "You better swallow, too!" he said suddenly as he forced me
to deep throat him a few more times.  On the final thrust, I was sputtering
as his cum blasted into my mouth.  He kept a firm grip on my head, and so I
was swallowing urgently to keep from choking.  At first I was thoroughly
disgusted at the thought of my own baby boy's jizz shooting down my throat,
but its surprisingly sweet taste soon pushed the disgust out of my mind as
I drank my boy's nectar.

He relaxed his grip when he saw I was eating his boy juice.  When the flow
slowed, I released his cock and returned to sucking on his balls.

"Shit!" he hissed as my lips engulfed one of his nuts.

Before finishing, I sucked on his cock once again to make sure I got every
drop.

I looked up at him, worried.

"Where is the lube?"

"Huh?  In my room.  Why?"

"Let's go."

OK, the idea of fucking my son was even more repulsive at first than
blowing him and eating his wad, but then I remembered how perfect his ass
felt.  We got to my room and he lay down on my bed on his back.  I got the
lube and set it down.

"Get me hard again."

I climbed onto the bed, got between his legs and started coaxing his young
dick.  He was only semisoft, so it didn't take long before his teenage meat
was at full mast again.

"OK.  Go ahead and lay down."

I was confused, but did as he said.  He got up and grabbed the lube.  And
then I realized!  "Derek. . . " I began.

"Shut up, Dad.  You fucked Tom, so I get to fuck you."  I watched him
rubbing the gel onto his dick.

"Derek, look. . . "

"So do I call his parents or the police first?" he asked, looking at me
daringly.

I hadn't seen this side of my child before.  I cursed myself as I rolled
onto my stomach.  "Just, please, take it slow.  I've never been fucked."

"No problem," he said as he climbed on top of me.  I had to help him get
the head of his cock in.  He either kept missing my hole, or it would slip
when he was lowering onto me.  Finally I just held it until the head of
penetrated me.

As soon as his cock entered, I knew why they sometimes called gay guys
"pillow biters."  I was joining them as I fought from screaming as his
thick cock slowly burrowed into my virgin ass.

"Damn! Is Tom tight too?"

"Yes," I croaked out, the fire in my ass taking most of my strength.

"Good.  I'm going to fuck him tonight.  Does he give good head too?"

Again I forced out a response.

"Awesome.  Now I have two people to give me head regularly."

Two? I asked myself quietly.

"And as good as this feels, Dad, I'll be fucking you again."

Just as I opened my mouth to say something, his cock slid into me more.  I
quickly took a mouthful of pillow again.

"Don't bother, Dad.  Unless you want to go to jail, you'll open your mouth
or bend over whenever I say."

More of his thick meat entered me.  When the flash of pain subsided, I knew
he was right.  I never thought my little boy was so devious, but he was a
horny teenager, and now he had a hole whenever he wanted, and he knew it.
Another rush of pain interrupted my thoughts.

"Almost all the way in now," he said.

Almost?! I screamed silently.  It already felt like a pole was shoved up my
ass.

One more painful thrust, and I could tell he was in.  He rested against me.
My ass had a death grip on his rod, and so he had to wait before fucking
me.  "Why did you do it, Dad?"

I spit out pillow.  "I was drunk, son.  Drunk and fucking horny.  He was
rubbing on me, and the next thing I knew he was sucking my dick.  It felt
too good for me to stop."

I had relaxed enough for him to start humping me now, which he did slowly.
"Well, no reason for any of to be horny anymore, eh?"  Then he began
fucking me harder.  "Does it hurt?" he asked, a little more tenderness in
voice now.  Well, less of an edge.

"Kind of, but it's better now."

I don't know if that was permission or just pissed him off, but all of a
sudden he was pulling his cock back and then slamming it forward again.  I
took another mouthful of pillow as his cock forced my hole wider.  "Get on
your knees."

He stopped fucking me as he adjusted slowly with me.  Once I was in a
position he liked more, he picked up where he had left off.  I don't know
when it happened, but at some point I was moaning with pleasure as his
large teen rod was ramming my hole.

It still took longer than I had wanted, but I knew what was happening when
his grip tightened on my hips, he was motionless, and I could feel his dick
twitching inside me.  Reflexively my hole squeezed and caused his cock to
spasm.

After a while he pulled out, which was, again, a rather odd feeling, and
rolled onto his back.  I gingerly rolled over, squeezing my cheeks in an
effort to massage away the pain and fire that were now there again.  We lay
there for a while in silence.

Derek was the first to speak.  "So what's for lunch?"