Date: Thu, 31 Dec 2009 09:49:10 -0800 (PST) From: Jon T. <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Bad Influence - Chapter 5 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 have written. The feedback has been interesting, with lots of food for thought, and all positive, which I really like! An additional note: I do not advocate for incest. I see where it can be a beautiful thing, but I really am not suggesting that anyone engage in it. I also am not in favor of sex with underage boys or girls or 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 5 I could not believe what I was hearing. I kept my eyes closed hoping I had imagined it. But I had not. When I opened my eyes, there was Mickey standing in the doorway between the living room and the dining room, pointing at Mark and me. Mark leaped to his feet. I thought he was going to cross the room and slug his best friend. I had never before seen his face contorted with rage, but on this night, I did. "God damn it, Mickey! You FUCKING bastard!" Mark was shaking in his anger. "How DARE you!" He turned on his heel and ran up the stairs. He slammed the door to his room so hard, the pictures on the walls downstairs rattled. Mickey was completely crestfallen. I sat up on the sofa and looked at him. "How did you get in?" Mickey was almost in tears. "Someone left the garage door open. I came in through the kitchen." Though I didn't like it, Mickey had done this before. He slumped into an armchair near the door, seemingly totally defeated. "Why is he so mad? I think it's totally cool that you're fucking!" "You know the front door has a doorbell. We could have avoided this whole scene if you had used it!" I didn't feel he was owed an explanation regarding Mark's feelings, but I tried. "I think I know why Mark is so upset. This just started. It's brand new for us. I know he's been fucking around with you for a long time. But I've never done anything like this in my life." I felt a wave of my own anger pass over me. "He just wanted it to be new, and ours, just a little bit longer." Now tears began to stream down Mickey's cheeks. "I'm so sorry! All I ever do is fuck things up!" He stood and turned as though he was leaving. "How did you get here?" "I drove my car." "Did Mark tell me correctly that your license has been suspended? Mickey's shoulders slumped. "Yeah. He probably also told you I got suspended from school today. I really am a total fuck-up." "No, he didn't tell me about school. Sit down. We'll drive you home later." "Why would you do that? You hate me!" "No one hates you. And if you get stopped again, you'll only think you've been in trouble up to here. Sit down, I said." I was suddenly aware that I was still naked. I decided I wasn't going to worry about it. Mickey had seen everything already. Mickey sat back down in the chair and was wiping his eyes. Suddenly it was as though he was seeing me for the first time. He managed a wan smile. "You are one fucking hot dude!" "Now there are two who think that." "I've always thought Mark is fucking gorgeous. But he doesn't hold a candle to you." "Give him some time. He's only 16, remember." "Aren't you going to get dressed?" "You want me to?" "Fuck no!" "OK, then I won't." Mickey was dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top that both seemed a size too small. "You're about to bust out of those clothes. Want to take them off?" I don't know what possessed me to say that, but I somehow knew this night was far from over. My cock had begun to plump up again. Mickey looked confused but was obviously up for it. He was naked in a flash. The nipple rings and the PA glistened in the light. He sat back down in the chair, fondling his dick, waiting to see what was going to happen next. I watched as his cock began a slow rise. I looked down and saw that the circumstance was causing a similar rise from my groin. I looked up at Mickey and gestured for him to come over to me. He actually looked a bit frightened as he got to his feet. I was becoming aware of the power I seemed to have over him, and I found it to be exhilarating. Mickey walked over and fell onto his knees in front of me. I reached out and stroked his hair. He reached out towards my cock. As he took hold of it, I put my hand over his. I knew then that I would always love this boy. It was as though he had given me a new lease on life. I would do whatever I could to help him, and I would be fiercely protective of him. "You are fucking awesome!" he murmured, beginning to gently stroke my cock with his right hand and reaching out to stroke my chest with his left. I felt a surge and was afraid I was going to cum on the spot. I stood up and pulled him to his feet. "We need to go up to talk to Mark." I kissed him gently and pulled him towards the steps. We went up hand in hand. "He's so pissed at me! What can I do? He's my only friend!" "It's going to be all right. He loves you. And we both owe you everything." We stopped in front of Mark's door. I tried the doorknob and was relieved to find he hadn't locked it. I rapped on it. "Mark. Can we come in?" I was surprised when Mark opened the door. "What the fuck is he doing here? And why is he naked? Make him leave! Fucking dickhead!" "Now, now. Is that any way to talk to our fan club? Can we come in?" Mark silently turned on his heel and sank onto his bed. He put his head in his hands. Mickey sat next to him and tried to put his arm around his shoulders. Mark shrugged it off. "Leave me alone!" Mickey looked like he might start crying again. "Mark - I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking at all. I just had to know what was going on." "What made you think anything was going on?" "I don't know. I just thought it was time." Mark shook his head. "You are such an asshole." He said it without anger, with a sense of resignation. I sat down at Mark's left side and spoke up. "Mark, I think I know why you were so upset. I feel the same way. We needed more time, just the two of us. Mickey knows that now. But, you know, we owe him a lot. This would never have happened without him - without what happened Saturday night and without everything you've been doing together." I stopped, trying to form my thoughts. Neither Mark nor Mickey jumped in, so I continued. "I still have mixed feelings about you having sex with his father. But what's done is done." I reached out and put my hand on Mark's knee. "We can either sit around and be hurt and angry, or we can have some fun." Mark looked at me as though I was insane. "What the fuck -" I stopped him by kissing him on the mouth. "Come on, baby boy. Fuck me." "With him here?" "Oh yeah, absolutely. And then I'll fuck him." Mickey looked like a kid in a candy store. Mark continued to look at me like I was nuts. Then he looked at Mickey. "You don't deserve this. You're a freaking jerk asshole!" "Yeah, I am. But if you'll do this, I promise to behave for at least five minutes!" Mickey grinned his most endearing goofy grin at Mark. "You fuckhead." By now Mark was smiling in spite of himself. He looked from Mickey to me and back again and then draped an arm over each of our shoulders. "OK, Daddy-O. Get your ass up here! I'm gonna fuck you to Ashtabula and back!" They both stood so I could position myself on the bed. Mickey grabbed Mark and pulled him into an enormous hug. They kissed as I'm sure they had done many times before. Mickey ran his fingers through Mark's hair. "I love you, you know. You're the best friend I've ever had in my life." He kissed Mark again and then fell to his knees, stuffing Mark's cock into his mouth. Mark shook his head and then began to gently fuck his cock in and out of Mickey's face. It was a very hot sight to see. I swung my legs around, laid on my back with a pillow under my head, and lifted my legs. I began to finger my butthole. "Hey, guys - want to chow down on this?" Mickey had done good work on Mark's cock. It was standing tall, ready for action. They both climbed onto the bed. I spread my hole for them. The first one to go in was Mark. He kissed my cheeks a few times, fingering my hole, and then put his mouth up to it. I got chills as I felt him go to work with his tongue and lips. Meanwhile, Mickey grabbed my cock and went down on me. He was snorting with pleasure and lust. I fucked upwards into his mouth. I didn't care if I came or not - I figured I was good for two or three loads that night. I felt free and ready to rock and roll. But Mark didn't let it get that far. He reached over and grabbed Mickey's neck. "Get down here! Eat out my dad!" Mickey was more than glad to comply. He dived in with gusto. I could feel his tongue penetrate my hole. I was surprised that he was able to stick about half of it in. It was a wild feeling. While Mickey tongue-fucked me, Mark stood up and retrieved some lube from a shelf in his closet. He began to carefully lube his thick eight-inch cock. He handed the lube to Mickey. "Here - make yourself useful!" Mickey squeezed a large amount onto his fingers and began to finger-fuck me with the lube. Between the rimming and the lube, I was more than ready. I was really excited about getting fucked once again by my son. And to have an audience was, as far as I was concerned, icing on the cake. Mark pushed Mickey out of the way and climbed onto the bed between my lifted legs. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he moved in. I felt the mushroom head of his beautiful cock touch my hole. In seconds, he had popped in and was inexorably moving towards being in to the hilt. I was in some pain, but incredibly turned on. "You OK, Dad?" Mark asked as he hit bottom. "Yeah, son! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!" Mark needed no further encouragement. He began to fuck me with strong, even strokes. Mickey stood next to the bed, eyes trained on Mark's rapidly moving cock, jacking his rigid cock with an ecstatic look on his face. "That is so fucking hot! Fuck him, Mark! Fuck him hard!" Mark smirked at Mickey and began speeding up his thrusts. By now, I was feeling nothing but pure pleasure. I signaled to Mickey by waving my cock at him. Mickey got the message and knelt by the bed, leaning over so he could suck my dick. There was enough movement that it was not easy for him, but he gave it his best shot. After a minute or two of it, he moved up to my chest, rubbing the hair with one hand while he tweaked my nipples with the other. Then he began licking and chewing on my tits, first one and then the other. Mark was deeply into his fuck. I was on overload. I was jacking my cock with one hand and had the other hand on Mickey's head. I encouraged him to come on up to my face. We kissed ecstatically while Mark continued to drill my hungry ass. Mark had been fucking with his eyes closed, but he opened them and saw what we were doing. He nudged Mickey's shoulder. Mickey moved to the side once more. Mark moved my legs to his shoulders. He had to bend me almost in half to do it, but he was able to get to my mouth where we kissed, dueled with our tongues, and traded spit. I wrapped my arms around his back and hugged him to me. He continued to fuck me hard, and then he began to gasp. I knew the signs. He was going to cum at any second. He had been pounding my prostate mercilessly, and I was very close myself. He pulled away slightly, so I grabbed my cock and jacked it a few times. As a huge load sprayed all over my stomach and chest, I could feel Mark bathing my insides with his rich cum. Suddenly we were both being showered with Mickey's copious load. It seemed the PA didn't interfere with his ability to cum in the least. Seeing cum drip off the ring was a total turn-on. We were groaning and crying out with the pleasure of our climaxes. Mark fell into my arms as his depleted cock slipped out of my ass. We kissed fervently. Mickey got on his knees beside the bed, and it became a 3-way kiss. "Wow! That was amazing! How many times have you done this?" "That was only the second," I answered him. "You looked like you'd been doing it or years!" Mark was licking cum off my upper arms and chest. Mickey joined him as they did a great job of cleaning me off. Mickey licked Mark's back and shoulders where his cum had landed. He smacked his lips with great satisfaction. Then he kissed Mark with love and affection. It seemed as though they were well on their way to mending their friendship. "OK - is it my turn, Mr. R?" "I think you can call me Mike now! I'm going to need a few minutes to regroup, but I'm definitely fucking you, mister! How about we go downstairs and get something to drink? Maybe I can order some pizza." "Sounds great!" Mark and Mickey said almost in unison. Mark and I moved off the bed. Mickey had gone into Mark's bathroom to pee. Before we moved away from the bed, I took Mark into my arms and gave him a fervent kiss. "Thanks, baby. That was wonderful!" "Lots more where that came from! I could fuck you twenty-four hours a day!" "My asshole would fall out if you did that, but it sure would be fun!" We kissed again and then went out the door, Mark leading with me following, my hands on his bare shoulders, my half-erect cock flopping against his butt. Mickey stepped out of the bathroom and slapped me on the butt. I reached and gave his cock a squeeze. He kissed both Mark and me, and we all went down the stairs to continue this most unusual Monday evening.