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## 5 Riley Part 2

Date: Mon, 24 Jul 2017 22:07:58 +1000
From: Taylor Foxx <taylor.foxx.author@gmail.com>
Subject: New Chapter Gay Incest - My Son's Friends - Riley Part 2

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My Son's Friends -- Riley Part 2

At the sound of the doorbell, all three of us stopped what we were doing.
Maz and I looked at each other, but he just shrugged and smiled at me.

"Don't move," I said to both of them. Then I scooped up the sweatpants on
the floor (Riley's father's sweatpants, I remembered with a cringe) and put
them on as best I could. Riley's dad was a bit smaller than me, and so they
were snug - especially with my raging erection.

It was against my babysitting rules to leave my son and his friends with
strangers. His mother had repeated that to me over and over, as if I didn't
have a son of my own. And I'm assuming she would be very upset to find out
that not only did I decide to leave her son alone with a stranger, but I
did so while said neighbor was slapping his wet, uncut cock against her's
son's pooper.

It was a risk I had to take, however, because I had no idea who would be
ringing the doorbell at this hour. God forbid it was Riley's parents come
back early, or his neighbors who had a view into the parents' bedroom?

My panic quickly turned to terror as I headed down the stairs. They led
right into the living room - where my son was supposed to be curled up on
the couch. But as the couch was right in front of the front door, I knew my
son would have heard it. He was a light sleeper.

And I was right - the couch was empty, just a pile of blankets. An my son
was walking sleeping toward the door!

I nearly fell down the stairs in my haste, but I didn't make it in time. I
reached the door just as my son yanked it open.

My son and I both stopped, staring at the man standing on the porch. I'd
never seen him before in my life.

He looked to be about 45 or so, and he was big - both tall and wide. He
struck me as a round man - not fat, but stocky. Wide shoulders and thick,
long arms which he had hanging at his side like a gorilla.

Gorilla, that was a good word for him - he was one of the hairiest men I
had ever seen. I could see thick, dark, curly hairs on his chest, and his
arms were a forest of the wiry hair.

Except for the top of his head - which was shaved completely bald. That
added to the roundness of him.

I would guess he was Italian or Greek. He looked like the kind of man you'd
see working in a pizza kitchen. The porch light showed me he was sweating a
little, and he had a nervous smile on his face.

"Can...can I help you?" I said.

The man peeled his eyes off my son - I hadn't even noticed he'd been
leering at my kid until he turned that leering face to me. Then he did
something shocking -

He grabbed his crotch through his jeans and said, "I come to right place?"

Who the fuck was this guy? I started to answer when yet another sound
startled me and interrupted the moment.

"Oh FUCK!" came a scream from upstairs. And it wasn't Mal. Riley had a
little potty mouth when he was getting railed - I was very strict about
cursing when babysitting, just like Mommy fucking asked.

"Ah, yes, Mal already here," the ogre on the porch grunted, then shouldered
his way into the living room. "Upstairs?" he asked, already unzipping his
zipper.

"Hold...hold on.."

"OH FUCK NOOOo!"



"Dad? Is that Riley?" my son asked, rubbing his eyes in his sleepiness.

"Oh god...um..." I was starting to panic. Things were getting away from
me. Too much was happening at once.

"We start with him then?" the stranger said, taking a step toward my son.

"No! No....um... you come with me. Son, go back to bed," I barked at my
kid, and then I led this stranger up the stairs, leaving him behind.

The sounds didn't stop as we came up the stairs, but Riley was no longer
making out intelligible words. It had devolved into a high-pitched
squealing not unlike air being let out of a balloon.

"Wait here," I said, leaving the new stranger in the hallway just outside
the master bedroom.

Then I ducked inside, shutting the door tightly behind me. When I walked
in, I was greeted with - not surprisingly - a rather graphic image.

Mal had made his way up onto the king-sized bed where Riley's parents
slept, and had apparently decided that the best course of action was to
piston his ugly cock straight down into Riley's upturned butt hole. He had
the boy lengthwise on the bottom edge of the bed, so that I had a profile
view of that ugly cock stuffed about halfway into the abused little boy
hole.

Poor Riley was foleded up like a pretzel, his little toes right by his
ears. The expression on his face was priceless - Riley was always pale, but
right now he looked white as a sheet. He wasn't screaming though - Riley
was never much of a screamer, more of a breather. In fact, he sounded like
he was practicing lamauze, trying to breathe through what was clearly a
hellish experience.

"Ok, hold up," I said. Both of them ignored me.

"HOLD UP!" I shouted, stomping my foot. That got their attention - both man
and boy turned their heads to the site to look at me. They froze in
position, the only thing moving was the still visible part of Mal's shaft,
which was pulsating and throbbing.

"What the fuck is going on - who the hell is that guy?" I asked angrily.

Mal sighed, then roughly pulled out of Riley's hole. It was truly alarming
how much brown cock appeared as he pulled it out. No wonder Riley deflated
like a balloon on the bedspread.

Mal sauntered up to me, and suddenly he didn't look like the teenager I'd
let into my house an hour ago. His eyes were wild - I recognized the
look. It was the feeling of not getting to go balls deep in a hole that
begged for it.

"Yeah, I invited my friend. Youseef."

"And who the fuck is he?" I said. I was getting angry - and frankly scared.
Had I made a huge mistake letting these horny Arab man into a houseful of
sleeping boys?

"My best friend, man. I had to let him in on...this." He looked to Riley,
who was now squirming on the bed, trying to get up on trembling knees.

"So you invited a stranger to my house?" I boomed.

"He's not a stranger to me. He's my best friend. Youssef came here from
Lebanon the same day as me. We met at the immigration center. He's a great
guy - a total perv too.." Mal winked at me.

"You can't just be inviting people I don't know here! My son is here!"

"Yeah... well isn't he going to be next?"

"What?? No! No... he doesn't play. Just Riley here."

Mal looked a little downtrodden. `Oh, why?"

"Because... that's not what he's for. He's for bringing them to me... NO!
We are not talking about this right now. My son is off the table, and I
don't appreciate you bringing strangers here!"

"But you brought me here. I'm a stranger."

"I... true but."

"So what's the harm? Youssef is a good man. Let him join."

Suddenly I blew up at Mal. I didn't scream - didn't want to wake Niall down
the hall, but I did let him have it. Soon he was giving it back to me; he
had the audacity to try and argue his case when he was a guest in this
house. Come to think of it, we both were.

We probably could have kept fighitng all night - both of us had a temper.
But we were interrupted by two small tugs - on our cocks. We both stopped
arguing and looked down to see Riley, who had managed to get off the bed
and onto the floor between us. His little fist wrapped around the purple
helmet of my cock, which was the only part of my cock that was visible over
the waistband of his father's sweatpants. His other hand grabbed Mal's
engorged cock at the base.

"It's...it's ok," Riley said. "I can do it. Let him join."

I had to grab Riley's hand away - hearing him say those words brought me to
the brink of orgasm. I had to shut my eyes to stop myself from spurting a
load right in his bright orange hair. But I didn't want to cum yet -
because I knew if I did, I'd lose my courage. The courage I needed to open
the door. If Riley wanted to give three cocks a try, who was I to deny him?

I'm not sure how quickly the regret hit Riley - it must have been almost
instantaneous, judging by the look on his face as he stared at the large
stranger filling his parents' bedroom doorway.

See, here's the thing. I'm a good looking man. That is definitely part of
the reason why so many of my son's sexy little friends flock to me like
flies on shit.

Mal, though he owns one hideously scary cock, is a good looking kid. Fit, a
nice square jaw, a killer smile.

I wonder, if at that point, Riley had assumed that all of his potential
sexual partners life would be good looking. If so, that notion must have
evaporated as Youssef walked into the room.

In the light of the parents' room, I could make out his face easier. The
big nose, thick beard - and why was he already sweating? It's not to say
that the man didn't have a certain sex appeal. It just was a bit more of an
acquired taste. And seeing that he was only the third adult Riley would
ever sleep with, I doubt he had time to acquire the taste for someone so
ogre-ish as Youssef.

This became even clearer as the man began to undress - which he did without
even thinking of asking for permission. When his white wifebeater came off,
it was clear that the thick, wiry hair was going to be covering every
inch. His chest, round stomach, and even his arms and shoulders were
covered in it.

The legs were the same story, once he lost his jeans. Thick, powerful, and
every inch covered with hair. It wen tall the way up to his boxer shorts,
which had hair brimming around the waistband.

Of course, as the Lebo gorilla made his way across the room and out of his
boxers, there was no denying that his crotch had to be the hairest part of
him. His bush didn't just cover the area around the base of his cock, but
extended to take over much of his inner thigh.

There were three things quite clearly visible, though, despite his
permanent fur coat.

The first two were his big, low-hanging, egg-shaped balls. While still
covered in that black hair, they hung so low that they were easy to make
out.

The other was what had to be one of the fattest cocks I'd ever seen in real
life. It was a tube of meat, and quite contrary to Mal's veiny tool, his
was completely smooth.

Though he was rock hard, I could tell he had one of those cocks that was
surrounded by a fleshy tube, even when rock hard. Big, heavy cocks like
that needed the extra padding, I guess.

"He's so... roound.." Riley said, which made all three of the men in the
room laugh. Kid's like don't have much of a filter, so they say what is on
their mind. Which is often funny.

If Youssef found Riley's commentary offensive, he didn't show it. Instead,
he just continued to advance on the little redheaded slut - as did Mal and
I. Soon found himself encircled by three enourmous adult cocks. He had my
familiar white cock, long and throbbing and pointing right at his left
cheek; Mal's ugly dick was resting on the crown of Riley's head, slowly
oozing precum into his red mop of hair. And the newest cock in the room,
the that had only just been revealed to us all, well that one was pressed
flush up against Riley's other cheek. Its heaviness made it hang low, so
that the thick, exposed head was down near Riley's chin.

Riley had gotten some of his energy (and color) back, and was looking less
exhausted. He reached up to grab my cock and Mal's almost without thinking;
the boy was apparently a natural at handling multiple cocks.

The boy stared at the new cock for a bit, taking it in and familiarizing
himself with it. He leaned forward and gave it a sniff, then cirnkled up
his nose in the cutest way. I imagine, given Youssef's hairness and
sweatiness, that those Lebonese balls had quite the aroma to them.

And then, without a word, the little slut bent his head and sucked the
stranger's fat cock into his mouth. He began to snarf up as much of it as
he could, though due to the thickness he only managed about the head of the
Lebo cock.

Youssef seemed fine with that for now, and I felt the tension in the air
break again as all three of us decided, silently, that we were gonna use
the hell out of this boy.

And for the next two and a half hours, that's exactly what happened. Having
broken the ice, the three of us set off down the path of three-on-one orgy,
wiht all the intensity that comes with such a situation.

Though Youssef didn't speak much English, between his broken language
skills and Mal's ability to do some translating, we were able to establish
a sort of rhythm.

At the start, I showed off a few things I knew Riley was skilled at.
Licking ball sacks, for instance, or moaning around a cock as it fucked his
face. Of course everything I demonstrated with Riley had to then be
repeated with the two Arab strangers in the room. I spent a lot of time
watching the kid patiently allow these two strange men to gag him, making
him sniff their cock heads, and lap at their precum while humming a song.

There was a lot of time to get to know the men a bit more too. For a good
thrity minutes or so we sat up in his parents bed, against the head board,
Our big, hairy legs crossed over each other as each of us gripped our cocks
at the base. The three of us chatted as best we could while Riley lay on
his stomach, exploring teh three unique poles of man flesh.

Youssef, it turned out, worked at the local dump, sorting trash from
recycling. It was a shit job, but it paid well and helped him stay
active. He had a wife and two kids at home, and from the sounds of it, a
bit of a drinking problem. He told me most of this while squeezing his
nutsack to help the little red head between his sweaty thighs suck on the
man's scrotum hairs.

Eventually, though, I could tell Riley was starting to lose his steam. He
was no longer doing much "exploring" anymore; instead, we were passing his
head around using a fistful of his red hair - now matted with sweat and
precum and who knows what else - as a handle.

Yousseff seemed to understand sense, as well, and without a word got up
from where he was sitting and grabbed Riley by the waist. He hoisted the
boy up so that he was truly face down, ass up, and pressed his fat cock
abruptly again'st Riley's hole.

"I need condom?" he asked.

For a brief moment, the fear and paranoia I had felt returned. For some
reason's, Youssef's question made me think again about what I was allowing
to happen. Here, in this home I didn't own, with this boy that wasn't
mine. What would his parents think if they knew condom usage had even come
up in conversation during the weekend? What would my own son think if he
knew I was contemplating allowing this strange man I'd known for less than
two hours put his unprotected cock into his best friend's tiny hole?

Fortunately, that thought only lasted for a second. Mal actually saved me
by leaning forward and saying, "You are all good, my friend. He took me raw
with no problem."

I could have stopped it there. Kicked them out, or at least gotten a condom
from Riley's dad's bedside table. But instead, I said nothing, and just
watched as the big, fat, Lebanese dump manager forced his fat cock into
Riley's exhausted hole.

I'm not gonna lie. Riley got fucked. HARD. By all three of us. Logically I
should have gone first, my cock being the most familiar to Riley (and the
smallest; not that it was anything that could be considered small). But
instead, Roley started with the fattest, hairest cock in the room while Mal
and I assaulted Riley's whining mouth at the same time.

I knew distraction wuold be good for an energetic boy like Riley, so I made
a little game out of trying to fit both my own purple cock head and Mal's
slimy purple one into his face hole. We joked an laughed as we slipped in
and out, and I think even Riley was in on the joke. He barely even
complained when Mal started using his fingers to stretch out Riley's lips.
Turns out that was all that was needed to get us both in there, and voila -
RIley now has three dicks in him at once to keep him busy.

We switched off from there, Riley growing more and more exhausted as he
took cock after cock. None of us seemed to want to give up the first nut,
as we were having so much fun.

Mal was the first one to finally give it up. And surprisingly, he didn't do
it while buried in the kid's hole. Instead, the fucker waited until his
beefy Lebanese friend was pounding away at a steady rihtym, somehow
deep-dicking Riley at a steady rate with his insanely fat cock.

Mal had been enjoying watching me get a slow blow job from tired Riley
while he took the pounding, but apparently realized he'd seen enough.
Without warning, he stood up on the bed, marched to the end where Youssef
was fucking away, and pointed his cock at the juncture of Youssef's fat,
hairy cock and Riley's bruised, abused butthole.

"Praise Allah!" he shouted as he tiled his head back and let loose. The
young Syrian let glob after glob of heavy Arab cum fall from his cock head
onto the shaft of his friend's cock.

I was surprised to hear Riley's own moans mixing with Mal's. He had popped
my cock out of his mouth and craned his head around to look as best he
could at what was happening in his rear end.

It seemed as though the men in the room weren't the only ones who got off
on the kid taking bareback stranger loads. Though it's possible some of
that moaning was due to relief--relief that the orgasms were coming, which
would soon mean the exhausted kid would get a break. I can't tell if it's
the violent pounding he's getting or just his own weakness that makes him
fall forward onto his dad's side of the bed.

Riley treats us to another sickening squelch as the column of cock inside
him comes free. There's a distinctly wet sound, and I peer around to see
that there is indeed some of that chunky sperm leaking down his little
hairless grundle.

"Fucking hot," Mal muttered as his orgasm came to an end. "Mind if a grab a
shower?"

I nodded and pointed breathlessly to the master bathroom attached to the
parent's room. It was the fanciest shower in the house, so hopefully Mal
would enjoy rinsing off in there.

When he was out of the room, Youssef turns to me and grunts, "You want
turn?"

"Fuck yeah," I said, gladly switching places with the Leb.

"Oh god..." Riley whimpered as I hoisted his hips back up into position,
supporting them with both my hands.

At first I think he's complaining because he's about to get fucked again.
But then I realize that Riley's whine is due to the fact that the insanely
thick cock that was just ball's-deep inside him was now bobbing in front of
his face.

I watched Riley go cross-eyed staring at the slimy monster in front of
him. And I thought, for a moment, about telling Youssef that ass-to-mouth
was on Riley's "no no' list.

But then I thought better of it, gave him a nod, and began to push my cock
up into what was now a much more willing hole. Funny how the more Riley
protested, the more his hole gave in. Seemed to be the way with a lot of my
son's friends.

In any event, I was working myself up to one hell of an orgasm watching
Riley first gag on, then lick, then full on slobber on Youssef's cock.
Maybe it's because I was pounding without abandon, slamming my hips into
his ass, but Riley seemed to find Youssef's slimy, used cock to be a nice
distraction as I began to send a second load his way.

I was distracted, however, by the sound of Mal talking in the bathroom. I
paused, my cock halfway lodged in Riley, and listened to see if I could
make out what he was saying. But he was speaking so quickly, and switching
in and out of English. I could only pick out a few words.

"15 minutes?"

"He's cool. It'll be fine."

"Just ring the doorbell..."

"See you guys soon."



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