What friends are for - Part 1 - Sex Stories

What friends are for - Part 1

... shorts, and replied: "Yeah I bet he did, I mean he killed a loser and got paid. No offense." He added, smirking at Sammy. "Didn't you say he spit on your dad too?" Another friend chimed in, also rubbing himself. "Yeah right on his face." He answered, giving himself a quick rub. "Daaaamn, why didn't you help him? Came the next question. "I thought dad could take him.." Was his answer. The friends looked at each other for a second and smiled, before telling Sammy: "Uh, we ment help the black guy." Sammy swallowed hard and bit his lower lip, to which his friend just smiled back. It was then his mother entered the room. Looking around she smiled at all the boys, who were rubbing themselves. "Tell him yet?" She asked the boys, provoking fear in Sammy. "Nope." Mark replied before locking the front door. "What's going on?" Sammy asked, afraid but excited. "Well, pal there is no soft way to say it." Mark replied, walking over to his mother, putting his arm around her waist. Fear set in, as everyone stood up no longer hiding their hardons. "All of us loved the news about your dad, we were so happy to hear about him getting killed." Mark said happily. Sammy was right, they did enjoy it. He remained on the floor as they stood around him, smiling. "We've wanted to fuck your mom for so long, but with your dad here we couldn't." One friend said. "So now that he's dead, we can!" Another friend continued. "So don't try anything, Sammy. I brought enough friends to make sure you couldn't try ...

... to stop us." Mark finished, before kissing Sam's mother who clearly agreed with the boys. Sammy did nothing. He sat and watched as they crowded around his mother, groping her and squeezing her. In no time their dicks were out and they were fooling around, getting her to jerk them, suck them and kiss them. He wasn't even sure how to react, in a stunned stooper he simply sat and watched, his own dick growing harder. For a moment a friend stepped next to Sammy, his wet dick bouncing in his face. "I hate I didn't go to the funeral man." He said, stroking himself. Sammy looked up at him, his face inches away from the slimey cock. "I could have had your mom jerk me off in front of your family." He said with a laugh, rubbing the tip of his dick across Sammy's face before returning to the group. While taking turns with Sammy's mom, they each would visit him and torment him in order to keep their dicks hard. Rubbing his own cock, another friend stepped over and knelt down with Sammy. "It's okay Sammy, just accept that your dad was a loser and you'll feel better." He said, jerking his cock. Standing up to leave, Sammy grabbed his leg in order to stop him. Wondering what Sammy was about to do, he was surpised when Sammy spoke up. "My dad was a s-stupid loser!" He said loudly, before spreading his friend's ass cheeks and shoving his tongue into the crack. Laughs and cheers filled the room as Sammy gave into his dark lust and continued rimming his friend's ass. For an hour his friends took ...