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## 4 Riley Part 1

Date: Wed, 5 Jul 2017 18:39:20 +1000
From: Taylor Foxx <taylor.foxx.author@gmail.com>
Subject: My Son's Friends: Riley

Hello again everyone. This is a long one - it's actually going to be a
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thought I'd release what I had so far. More to come very soon.

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My Son's Friends - Riley Part 1

So you fuckers wanna hear about a good old fashioned gangbang I organized
for one of my son's friends? Just remember, you asked for it. This is one
of my most intense stories.

There's a few things you need to know about this story going in. First, the
boy that it involves (at least at the start). His name is Riley and he's a
real firecracker. By that I mean he's got bright red hair and
brownish-orange freckles over his cheekbones and the bridge of his
nose. But I also mean he's one of this kids with boundless energy - to the
point where it can be annoying.

Don't get me wrong - I liked Riley well before I started putting my dick to
him. He's a funny kid, smart too. But he can't sit still even for a minute,
and you can pretty much guarantee that he's going to be loud from start to
finish - even when he's not riding my dick like the little whore he is.

Like so many of my son's friends, Riley was a true slut who took to my cock
like a fish to water. The first time he had it I pulled it out as my last
idea to keep him busy. He was sleeping over at our house that night, and my
son had gone to sleep, but Riley was still buzzing around like he'd just
had eight cups of coffee. So I hauled out my cock to see if it would help
him focus and relax.

What do you know, two hours and four loads later, and the little cummy kid
was passed out in dreamland while my loads gurgled from his ass. Riley was
a true cock pro - one of the first boys to go straight to anal on our
"first date".

The thing about that combination, though, is that Riley became very
demanding during sex. I am not a young man anymore, and so doing more than
three loads in a single session was a rarity. Riley, however, was taking
longer and longer to be "satisfied" each time we had one of our late
nights.

The idea came to me while I was with Riley one night, laying in my bed. I
was half asleep, having just pumped my fifth load into his tiny little
cunt. I could tell he was finally getting sleepy. My post-fuck blow job (he
had no problem with ass to mouth, like some other boys did) was pretty
lazy. I put on some toons for him to watch while he tried to get my cock to
come back to life.

Occasionally he'd take a break to look at my cock lovingly and pet my pubic
hair. As he did, he let out a sight and said `I wish you had two cocks!
Then you could keep up with me!"

Two cocks. Why hadn't I thought of it before? Perhaps because the idea was
so taboo. Sure, fucking my son's friends wasn't exactly the most moral
choice I could make. But introducing this kid to another man? Someone he
doesn't know? Someone that perhaps his parents don't know? Maybe someone I
hardly even know?

While I knew that was an incredibly wrong and dangerous thought, my cock
instantly went hard (much to Riley's delight). In an instant I picked up
Riley and spiked him on my cock, making him let out a funny little screech
and moan combo. I lay back and pumped my crotch up into him, giving him all
the cock I had, which he took greedily. Then I jammed one of my thumbs in
his open mouth and ran the idea by him.

"Two cocks, huh?" I said. "Well, that could be arranged, maybe. If you
wanted."

His green eyes widened, and I think he said "How", but it was hard to
understand him seeing that my thumb was taking up a lot of his mouth
space. It wasn't a big mouth.

"Well, I could find a friend. Someone to join us."

By the time I was ready to nut in the kid for the last time that night, he
was begging me to find a friend, screaming that he wanted to try two
cocks. So, it was kind of his idea at the start.



The next challenge was finding a man. I knew there were plenty of men out
there who would be interested in helping out little Riley, but I didn't
know any of them personally. It's not something you can really just ask
someone. "Hey, one of my son's friends is really eager to get fucked by two
adult cocks. Want to join?"

i had to wrack my brain for almost a week before I thought of someone. Back
in the early days, with Mikey, the first friend I'd ever taken over, I'd
been caught once. Well, sort of. I'd been fucking Mikey in my room, when a
knock at the door surprised me. My stupid son answered it, and suddenly
there was a cable guy in the room. I was still zipping up when me and Mikey
ran out to meet him.

I greeted him and prayed to god I didn't smell like sex. But that should
have been the least of my worries, because I had neglected to wipe up
Mikey's face. the little tyke's mouth and cheeks were coated in my shiny
precum and his own spit. His eyes were bloodshot.

Most people probably wouldn't be able to put two and two together, but when
I looked the cable man in the eye, I noticed something there. His cat-like
grin made it clear - he knew that something was up, and he wasn't upset
about it or threatening to beat me up. He was smiling.

Of course, I didn't remember his name, so I had to place a bit of an
awkward call to the cable company to try to track him down. I described him
as best I could.

"Young guy, maybe 24 or 25. Latino I think. Or Arab? He had a scruffy face
and dark brown eyes. Pretty skinny." I left out the part about the huge
bulge I'd spotted snaking down the thighs of his uniform.

Turns out he was Arab. His name was Malak, but he went by Mal. And yes, the
lady on the phone would be happy to pass along my message. I reminded her
of the address and date of his visit.

"Tell him that he did a great job when he was here last time, and thank him
for being so sweet to my little boy."

The lady didn't blink at the note, but Mal gave me a call back within two
hours. Within six hours, after his shift ended, he came over to my house
for a few beers and a chat about the plan.

He suggested we jerk off together, but I told him to wait. I wanted his
cock to be a surprise - something about not knowing what I was getting
Riley into was getting me super horny. Mal seemed to understand, so I told
him I'd been in touch when a good opportunity arose.



The perfect opportunity came nearly three months later, when my son
revealed to me that Riley's parents were going out of town for a long
weekend. I immediately called them up and suggested my son and I house sit
for them while they were away. Riley's mom was overly grateful on the
phone. I wonder if she would have been the same if she knew I planned to
spend my time feeding her son stranger Arab cock.

My son was pretty excited about the visit. He still didn't know that Riley
and I were a thing, though I didn't know how I was going to keep it a
secret after this weekend. To be honest, I didn't care at that point. What
mattered to me most was that I play out this experiment and see if a kid
like Riley could really handle two big adult pieces of meat at once.

On the big day, we drove over and came in. I had a nice chat with both of
Riley's parents in the kitchen, learning the rules about snacks and bed
time and TV time. They didn't explicitly say that double dicking her son
alongside a Syrian refugee was out of the question, so I didn't bring it
up.

The big shock came, though, when Riley's dad said, "Thanks again. Three
little boys in the house - that's going to be a lot of work!"

"Three?" I said. What was he talking about?

"Yeah, Riley, your boy, and Niall."

I looked at them, still confused, until I saw the boy standing in the
doorway. Immediately I knew he had to be Riley's little brother. He looked
like a miniature version of his big bro - a few inches shorter, a bit more
of a baby face still, but the same pale skin, red hair, and splash of
freckles.

"Oh, right, Niall. Hey Nialll," I said. How could I not know there was
another boy floating around Riley's household? How had my son NOR Riley
ever mentioned it?

But as the boy toddled over to shake my hand (at his father's urging), I
realized exactly why he'd never come up. Despite their similar looks,
Niall's demeanor was completely different to his brothers. The boy was so
quiet he almost faded into the scenery. He could barely look me in the eye
for a second, and his little "Hello" was almost a whisper.

This complicated things. How was I going to sneak Mal in when his little
twerp of a brother was going to be home? Would he tell if he found out what
was happening to his big brother? Would we be able to keep it a secret from
him?

Probably not, but after a few minutes of consideration while I took a piss,
I decided it was still a go. So I texted Malak and let him know that he
could show up any time after 9pm - official bed time.



Both my son and Niall were down for the count by the time Malak showed up
at 8:58. Riley's energy was double what it normally was in anticipation of
what was about to happen. He was bugging me for details, but I like to
surprise little guys like him, so I didn't say a word until the doorbell
rang. Riley took off like a shot to answer it.

In his casual clothes, Malak was incredibly handsome. He wore a pair of
black sweatpants and a sleeveless muscle T, and I realize I had been wrong
about the skinny comment. Malak was thin, but his arms were muscular and
lean. It looked the rest of him was as well.

"Are you him, are you him??" Riley said, bouncing from one foot to the
other.

Malak smiled that cat smile again, ruffled his hair, and said "I sure am."

Riley took off like a rocket, blabbing away while he led the stranger
upstairs, with me trailing behind. When he got to the top of the stairs, he
stopped and turned back to look at me.

"Where are we doing this?" he asked. He sounded so damn casual talking
about "doing this" - I couldn't believe he didn't seem nervous at all.

It was a good question, too. One I had pondered myself pretty much as soon
as I had formulated this whole plan. I knew this would probably be my only
shot at having a three-way with one of my son's friends in his own
house. So where did I want it to happen?

There were two obvious choices to me.

A) In his room, surrounded by his childhood toys and books and school
bag. It would be obscenely hot to watch him take two cocks from two men so
much bigger than him in his own little single bed.

B) In his parents' room, in their big, deluxe bed. The very bed his parents
would so be looking forward to sleeping in after their long weekend
away. The bed where this little boy most likely came into the world through
his father's cock.

I had decided on option B. The temptation of fucking Riley with this
stranger in his own bedroom was overwhelming. My plans were thwarted,
however, by the surprise little-brother factor. Niall and Riley shared a
room - bunk beds in fact - and there was no way I could get away with
hosting a full-on orgy while the runt of the family slept in the same room.

Fortunately, fucking him in his own bedroom was only a slightly hotter idea
than carrying out this plan in the room where his parents usually slept. So
I'd tucked the little brat into bed, and set my son up in a sleeping bag on
the small couch in the front room. I wanted to make sure he was well out of
the way, but I couldn't exactly put him in the same room with Niall. So
couch it was for him, I'm afraid.

With both of the other boys out of the way, we were clear to proceed, so I
nodded at him and said, "Your parents' room, Kiddo."

As Riley Trotted down the hall, Mal turned and gave me a wide-eyed grin -
clearly this was off to a good start in his opinion.

When we got into the master bedroom, I paused to take a mental picture of
how the room looked. I was going to have to get it back to this state
exactly before the weekend was over.

I memorized the way the big bed was made - with one side, mom's I'm
guessing, neat and tidy, and the other still made, but messier. The family
pictures on the dresser at the foot of the bed. The cross on the wall over
the head of the bed - I didn't know they were a religious family.

There was a pair of men's sweatpants on the floor near the closet - his
father's of course. The whole scene was enough to make my cock rock hard -
though it was already as hard as it could get.

Riley seemed quite comfortable in his parents room as he flopped on the
bed.  But when I closed the door behind us, suddenly the mood changed. It
felt stuffy almost, tense. No one was talking - not even Riley, who had
taken a seat on the edge of the bed and was now looking a bit nervous,
sitting on his own hands.

I looked over to Malak and suddenly I felt nervous as well, which was
unusual for me when I was about to fuck one of my son's friends. But I
looked at the stranger I had let into this house - into this inner sanctum
of the home. I knew next to nothing about this Arab hunk except that he had
not hesitated at all when I suggested he help me give Riley a two-dick
buffet.

It didn't help that Mal was already rubbing himself through his sweatpants,
massaging what was clearly an already very large snake running down his
right thigh.

"Are we really gonna do this?" Mal said through gritted teeth.

I gave him a slow nod. He started to rub himself faster.

"Does he like it?"

I gave him another nod.

"Does he...do..."

"Yes. Both."

Mal muttered something in an Arabic language I didn't understand.

Finally we both turned to Riley, who was still sitting on the bed, watching
the two of us have this conversation about him. I didn't know how much of
our quiet conversation he understood, so I figured it was good to check in
on him. Without saying a word, both Mal and I came to stand on either side
of him. His head was perfectly at crotch level.

"Ok Riley. Last chance to back out," I said, putting my finger on his chin
and pulling up, making him meet my gaze. "Are you sure you want to go
through with this?"

"Once we start..." Mal said, trailing off. I knew exactly what he meant.

Riley hesitated for a second, then said, "Can I...can I see it?"

I was amazed at how shy he'd gotten. Was the idea of two man cocks giving
him second thoughts?

"He wants to see your cock, buddy," I said to Mal. And to make sure he felt
comfortable, I whipped my own cock out and started stroking it up against
Riley's pale cheek.

That seemed to break the ice a bit, and Mal reached into his waistband and
pulled out his own cock.

"Holy..." I heard Riley say.

"Shit..." I heard myself say.

For what seemed like a long time, both Riley and I stared silently at what
Mal had just unsheathed.

My first thought was that we were going to have to call this off - that
there was no way Riley was going to want what was now in the room.

Mal had what could only be described as a terrifying monster cock. It was
not what you would call an aesthetically pleasing cock. In fact, it was
frankly an ugly thing. But good lord, it was a giant thing - hands down one
of the most massive cocks I'd ever seen in my life.

Even Mal, who had long fingers, couldn't get his own hand all the way
around his cock. It was so thick and heavy that it hung under its own
weight, the head seeming to want to touch the floor. Though the head was
obviously obscenely large, it was cloaked completely in far too much
foreskin.

Mal took another step forward, his cock head now bouncing just above
Riley's little white knee. Riley was still in his PJ bottoms, though he
lost his shirt on the way up the stairs.

Those little red PJ pants were going to need a wash, because for some
reason Mal was already precumming like it was a part-time job. His foreskin
was postively drooling frothy pre-fuck-juice all over Riley's knee.

His massive cock bulged in the middle, giving it a bloated, almost swollen
look. It was also three full shades darker than the rest of his brown
skin. To top it all off, it had one thick, ugly vein rolling from its base
almost to the end of the shaft.

I thought for sure a cock like that would scare Riley away, but suddenly,
it was like a spell broke.

"Woooooow," Riley said breathlessly as he dropped to his knees. "What is
this?"

Without any hesitation, Riley's hands shot up, grabbing both of the two
adult cocks dangling over him. He began to stroke mine nonchalantly, while
focusing most of his attention on the new cock in the room.

It struck me, watching him explore the stranger's manhood, how shocking it
must have been to see Mal's cock. Riley had confessed to me that he'd never
seen any other grown man's cock. He'd spent so much time making love to my
cock with his various orifices that he must have figured all men's penises
looked like mine.

And aside from our general large sizes, the two cocks Riley had couldn't be
more different. My white cock was mostly pink, not dark brown, and not to
brad, but it looks like it was carved out of fucking stone by Josman
himself. A flaring, handsome head, a straight, consistently thick shaft -
my cock was a work of art. I was pretty sure its beauty was why so many of
my son's friends seemed to be unable to resist it.

But Riley obviously didn't give a hoot. He was obsessed with Mal's cock
right away. The first blow job of the night was infused with so much
curiosity and exploring. My son's rambuncious friend was constantly pausing
his efforts to swallow the Arab cable guy's cock to run his fingers
underneath Mal's foreskin, or squeeze with both hands on the bulging middle
of his rod.

He kept asking questions too, but neither myself nor Mal really felt like
answering them. We just watched him engage with a fresh, ugly cock like he
was at the Children's Museum.

Eventually I got tired of having my cock dripping wet and not warm with
Riley's spit, so I reminded him of why he was here by pressing my cock into
his ear.

Almost instantly, Riley realized that he'd been neglecting me. With a
giggle, he began to go back and forth between our cock, sucking them back
and forth, jerking frantically at whichever cock wasn't in his mouth.

Eventually I invited Mal to get comfortable with me, and we sat next to
each other on the plush, expensive bed spread on his parents' bed. With
both of us manspreading across the mattress, we allowed Riley to explore
both of our dicks on his knees, while Mal and I chatted.

I felt a lot better learning about Mal. He went from being a stranger
stuffing one of "my boy's" with cock to a slight acquantance stuffing one
of "my boys" with cock. But that made all the difference.

Mal was a recent refugee from Syria, and lived in a high-rise apartment
across the city. He was a single guy, having left his wife shortly after
they arrived here. He worked long hours, but he didn't seem upset about it
- though perhaps that's because Riley was making a funny face as he tried
desperately to get his lips around the fat center part of Mal's shaft.

Eventually, Mal brought the conversation back to the redheaded slut on his
mom and dad's carpet between us. "So, you wanna show me how he...does the
other bit?"

"You want me to fuck him?" I said bluntly, pulling my cock out of Riley's
mouth with a loud pop. "What do you say, Riley?"

"Yahhoooo!" Riley said in an annoying screech. That was his way of saying
"yes" these days - something he picked up in some Transformers movie or
some shit. It was annoying, but in this case, I didn't mind - because it
was accompanied by Riley plopping down into what he called his "butt sex
potision." Face down, ass up on the carpet is what I would call it.

Mal was cursing in Arabic under his breath again as I got up, walked around
behind the kid, and squatted down. I let out a sharp intake of breath as I
knelt down on something - one of his father's belts. I tossed it aside,
making a mental note to make sure I put it back where it had been tossed on
the floor.



Mal came around with me and knelt down. I gave him a moment to take it in -
I wasn't sure if he'd ever seen anything like this. Riley's hole was
perfection. Somehow, like so many of my son's friends, his seemed more or
less the same as it had the first time I had seen it. Sure if I had side by
side photos, I might notice a wrinkle on his pink sphincter that wasn't
there before. But overall, what lay before Mal and I was, at least in
appearance, a virginal boy hole.

Then I spat on that little hole. Bull's eye.

Finally I lined my flaring cockhead up to his little pink hole, and pushed
the entirety of myself into him in one long, slow thrust.

Now, Riley was never a boy for manners, and the sound he made as I gave him
all of me was a bit unbecoming - especially with a guest in the room. (Not
that Mal seemed to mind, seeing that he was furiously double-fisting his
own cock.) But still, those low, grunting, dry-heaving, yelping sounds made
me flush a little.

Mal leaned forward and ran his hand down Riley's boney spine, until his
palm came to rest on the exact spot where the root of my cock connected
with the boy's overstretched sphincter.

"Daaaamn..." Mal muttered. "He takes it all?"

"He does," I affirmed, wiggling my hips a bit. "Though, really he
shouldn't. I just wanted to show you...ugh...you don't have to hold back
with him."

And to accentuate my point, I ripped my cock back out of Riley just as fast
as I had sunken into him.

"Insallah..." Mal whispered in shock.

Once again, Riley treated Mal to a very rude noise. Though this time it
wasn't his mouth and vocal chords making the noise. It was his ass, making
a sick squelching noise as the air rushed to fill the cavity my cock had
just carved out.

We both took a moment to look down at the effect. Not surprising to me at
least, his hole was stilly pretty tiny. He'd had a lot of cock, but only
for a few seconds - to really stretch out a boy like him, you'd have to
work harder than that. But still, the change was noticeable. The little
pink hole in front of us was clearly not just an ordinary boy's
sphincter. It had been used - recently - and its winking at us told me it
was gonna be a long night.

"You all right, Riley?" I asked. I wasn't a total monster - I wanted to
make Mal knew he was still on bored.

He took a second to answer, and when he did, he whispered out,
"Yeah...just...one minute."

He got less than that - about 10 seconds before I was back at him, this
time, fucking him in earnest.

Mal scooted down to Riley's front, dragging his hairy Arab ass right on the
parents' carpet. Without a word, he grabbed a fistful of Riley's red hair
and brought the tiny kid up to his crotch.

And thus, Riley experienced his first Eiffel tower of the night. I was
amazed at how quickly we got into the rhythm of things. Looking at the
alarm clock on dad's side of the bed, it was only 9:18. Less than 20
minutes had passed since I'd let this stranger into the house, and already
Mal was thrusting his hips up into the kid's face to force more cock into
him.

Once Riley's whining had died down and he found his rhythm, I decided it
was as good a time as any to give Mal some more information about why he
was here. I explained my situation with my son, his friends - everything.

"So see, Riley here came up with the idea of having two cocks at once," I
explained, pulling my cock nearly all the way out of the boy, letting my
head stretch his hole inside out.

"Do you think he still thinks that was a good idea?" Maz asked.

I looked at him, pushed my cock back into the boy, and smiled. "I sure hope
so!"

Some time later - maybe 30 minutes or so - I felt a load building up. It
was tempting to just nut in the kid, but I didn't want to go just yet, so I
paused my fucking, pulled out, and smiled at Mal.

"You want a turn?" I asked him.

"Fuck yeah, I do!" Mal said, pulling his cock out of Riley's hungry little
face hole.

We both stood up and looked down at Riley, who had fallen flat onto the
carpet at the foot of his parents bed. He was gasping for air, which was a
good sign - it usually took me a long time before I made the little
energizer bunny boy breathless.

"You good?" I asked him, nudging his shoulder with my foot.

Riley looked up at me, and though he looked a big green in the face, he
managed to give me a smile.

"Can I just...change positions?" he said, standing up on shaky needs and
holding his ass with both hands. Adorable.

"Sure," I said. "Mal? How do you want him?"

"Can he do it on his back?" he asked.

"He can do it any way you want," I said, still smiling.

Riley gave me a look but didn't say anything. On his back was what he
called his "Super hard position", and I knew it was far from his
favorite. Something about the way it crunched up his intestine made it hard
for me to get all my dick into him in that position.

And yet, I really wanted Mal to enjoy his first fuck of the night. So I
didn't stop him when he lifted Riley up under his armpits and threw him
onto his parents' big comfy bed.

Mal pulled Riley forward until his ass was hanging over the edge of the
bed. Mal lined his big, ugly, slimy cock up to the boy's hole and gave it
two firm slaps.

"Boy, I'm glad I came to check your cable," Mal said.

And that was the first time that night that Mal and I really shared a good
belly laugh. It was interrupted, however, my an extremely disturbing sound
- one that made my stomach drop out.

The doorbell.



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