Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2009 12:06:56 -0800 (PST) From: Jon T. <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Bad Influence - Chapter 3 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 email@example.com. Thanks to the guys who wrote after the first installment. I greatly appreciate the encouragement and the generously kind comments! An additional note: I do not advocate for incest, sex with underage boys or girls, or for 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. HIV/AIDS is very real and is not to be taken lightly. Bad Influence - Chapter 3 I was increasingly nervous as we got closer to the house, driving west on I-90. I was trying to focus on Sunday morning NPR programming that was playing on the radio, but it was not really helping. Mark noticed how I was clenching the steering wheel. "Dad, what's wrong?" I hesitated and then said, "Once again, I have no idea what I'm doing." "What do you mean?" "I don't know how to fuck a guy! And I'm so afraid I'll hurt you!" "Dad - I have it covered. Don't worry. You'll love it, I promise." Mark seemed so sure of himself that I was able to relax just a bit. We pulled into the driveway. I tapped the automatic garage opener and pulled into the 2-car garage. Mark's Ford Focus, which I had bought for Mark's 16th birthday with some of Mary's life insurance money that I had saved for that purpose, sat next to us. Before I could open my door, Mark unhooked his seat belt and reached over, grabbing me by the neck and pulling me over for a passionate kiss. "Get ready, daddy. I mean it when I say you're going to love it!" We entered the house from the garage. Mark started up the stairs. "Hang out down here for a minute or two. I'll call you when I'm ready." "OK, son." To pass the time, I stepped out onto the porch and picked up that morning's Cleveland Plain Dealer and opened it up. Just more discouraging news about the lousy economy and the scandal brewing among county officials. I threw the paper onto the dining room table and headed into the living room where I plopped myself down on my favorite chair. I leaned back and closed my eyes. "Well, don't get too comfortable! You have a date!" Mark's voice caused me to jump. I glanced over at the staircase, and there he was, naked with a throbbing hard-on. "Come on. Get that pretty dick up here!" With that, he turned and trotted up the steps. I followed his gorgeous ass with my eyes until I couldn't see it anymore. I stood, groaning to myself, and followed him. Despite my insecurity and reluctance, I could feel my cock hardening. I had to admit that I was beginning to get excited. When I got to the top of the stairs, I found him on my bed, surrounded by an interesting array of items. There were dildos of all sizes and two or three different kinds of lube. "What is all that stuff?" It occurred to me to wonder where he had been hiding this paraphernalia, but I had to admit I hadn't been paying much attention. "I told you I had it covered. I've been practicing!" I spotted one enormous dildo that looked slightly familiar. "That thing is huge!" I said, pointing to it. "Yeah, that's the Buck Calhoun special!" "No one could stick that up his hole!" "It takes practice and determination," Mark said, chuckling. He picked it up and stroked it lovingly. "What do you mean, the Buck Calhoun special?" I asked. "It's modeled after his cock." "He's that big? Jesus!" "No, it's a little bit exaggerated. But not much!" He pointed it at me. "Strip, cowboy!" He gave his cock a couple of swipes as I started to unbutton my shirt. I took my time, turning it into a half-ass strip show. I kicked off my shoes and then pulled off my socks. My shirt and then my slacks joined my shoes on the floor beside me. "Come on, put your heart into it!" Mark shouted. Grinning, I turned away from him as I slowly pulled my boxer briefs down and teased him by spreading my cheeks for him. He let loose with a wolf whistle. I kicked the briefs away and did a bit of a bump and grind as I straightened and turned around to face him. Mark laughed and applauded, whistling and hollering. My cock was erect and throbbing. He pushed the toys to the side. "Come here, you big hairy lug!" I was very happy to join him on the bed. I lay down beside him, putting my right arm around his shoulders so we could cuddle. I pulled him towards me, and we kissed. He stroked my chest and then reached for my cock. I ran my left hand down his side and let it rest on his ass. He turned over so he was laying half on me and began gently tonguing my right nipple and humping my hip with his dripping cock. In a few seconds, he moved again, this time lying on top of me with his cock grinding against mine. We kissed passionately. I grabbed his ass and was kneading it like dough. "God, Dad! That feels so great! I can't wait until you're inside me!" "You sure you don't want to fuck me first?" I could feel the heat and lust rising within me. "No! It's my turn!" "OK, baby boy. What's next?" Mark gave me one more passionate kiss and then rolled onto his back and then onto his stomach. He then assumed the doggy-fuck pose. "Get behind me." I hurried to do as he asked. He put his head and chest down onto the bed which spread his ass cheeks. For the first time, I was staring my son's very fuckable ass right in the eye, as it were. With trembling fingers, I reached out and touched his right cheek. The picture he was presenting was perfection itself. He had just the slightest bit of fur on his cheeks. The way he was positioned, his hole was spread until I could almost look inside of it. It was shaped perfectly and was a lovely rose color. I felt a wave of emotion sweep over me. "You're... you're gorgeous!" Now Mark had lifted up a bit and was looking over his shoulder, enjoying my reaction. "I'm glad you approve! Dad, for this first time, I'd like to try it with just your spit and precum. You remember what I did to your hole last night before I fucked you? Are you up to giving that a try?" "What? You want me to lick you?" "Yeah, Dad. It's called rimming. It would mean a lot to me." This seemed like the kinkiest thing I could imagine. But for him, I'd do anything. I was on my knees behind his upraised ass. I stroked his cheeks and then used my hands to spread them a bit further. I bent down to where my nose was almost touching his ass. The smell was something I didn't expect at all. It was earthy, and authentic and all boy. I cautiously bent further and planted a soft kiss on his right cheek and then another one directly on his anus. He groaned. "That's so hot! Now, put your tongue on it!" "Give me a minute. This is all very new to me. I never even ate out your mother!" But I had already decided this was something I could do. I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue. First it came into contact with the sparse black hairs that ringed his chute. I moved onto to my target. I licked timidly at the pucker and was utterly surprised at how wonderfully different the taste was. I could feel it relaxing and softening due to my efforts. It truly was unlike anything I had ever encountered before. Wanting more, I began to tongue his hole in earnest. "Yeah, Dad! Get in there! Eat that hole!" I spread his orifice as far as I could and began to suck, tongue and chew with great enthusiasm. Mark was vibrating with pleasure. "Dad! That's wild! Eat me, Dad!" After a few more moments of it, I moved to the space between his anus and his balls and then to his balls. Mark cried out, "Oh, God, Dad! That's fantastic." I still didn't feel I knew what I was doing, but I followed up by reaching in and pulling his cock as far I could between his legs. I licked up and down, being sure to lick his precum from the tip. "Dad! I don't want to come yet! Lick my hole some more, please!" I had never been harder in my life. I reached down and gathered some of my precum on my fingers. Using it as lube, I worked two of my fingers into his ass. He was incredibly hot inside. I pulled my fingers out and stuck them in my mouth, getting them completely wet and stuck them once again inside my beautiful son. I licked around his hole and my fingers that were deep inside him, working more of my saliva in. Mark was thrashing around in his ecstasy. I stuck them in as far as they could go. Suddenly I felt something that could only be his prostate. Mark gasped, "Dad! Dad! I'm..." Without any warning, Mark's cock exploded. It gushed with a huge load of cum, spurt after spurt. Mark groaned and shook with the intensity of his orgasm. Fortunately Mark had spread a large beach towel onto the bed, and it caught most of his cum. I reached for some of it and used it as lube for his ass. Amazingly, Mark's cock hadn't softened even a little bit. I could feel myself building to an orgasm of my own without even touching myself. "Son, we've got to do this, now! I'm about to cum!" "Go ahead, Dad - shoot your load right onto my hole. That'll be all the lube you'll need!" I straightened up and moved my cock closer to him. I gave it a couple of strokes, and my load flew out plastering his backside with full intensity. "Now, Dad! Now! Stick it in!" Without dropping a beat, I lunged forward and impaled him on my thick 8-inch fuck stick. Mark screamed as he fell onto the bed and I fell on his back. We lay there gasping, my cock throbbing and continuing to shoot cum into his ass. I was on total sensory overload. I had never felt anything as intensely pleasurable as my son's asshole. My body moved instinctively as I started to withdraw and thrust into my son's incredibly hot, slippery chute. He continued to groan and move around beneath me. "Dad! Fuck me! FUCK ME!!!" I moved back onto my knees, pulling him up with me. The action caused my cock to slip out of him, but almost instantly, I plunged back into him. With him on his hands and knees, I fucked wildly as though my life depended on it. "That's it, Dad! Fuck! Fuck!" Mark was clawing at the bed and meeting my thrusts with his beautiful ass. If I had died at that moment, it would have been at the high point of my life. As it was, with just a few more inward thrusts. I shot another huge load into my son's ass. Mark was frantically jacking himself. I reached down and pulled his hand away. Without really knowing what I was doing, I pulled out, flopped onto my back and pushed myself underneath him. I grabbed his cock and stuffed it into my mouth. He began furiously fucking my face. I was choking and gagging, but I wouldn't have had it any other way. In just a few seconds, he filled my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but streams of cum dribbled out of both corners of my mouth, down my chin and onto my chest. Mark rolled over onto his side and moved down to where our heads were even. He grabbed me and kissed me with tremendous, heartfelt passion. He rolled over on top of me, grinding his hips into mine as we passed his cum back and forth. Suddenly I became aware that tears were streaming from his eyes. "Son! What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" "No, Dad," he gasped. "It was just the very, very best. I know I will never have sex that good again in my lifetime!" "I love you so much, son!" I hugged him tightly and kissed him. He rolled off to the side and laid his head on my shoulder with his arm across my chest. We dozed off with blissful smiles on our faces.