Darkest Woods: Chapter 2

After leaving Brooke Henry walked across the house and stopped just at Ethan’s door. He tried to calm himself after the experience of making the girl cum for the first time. It was so erotic watching her fight her emotions as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed her embarrassment. His big cock was rock hard and straining against the material of his pants. If Ethan saw this the element of surprise would be gone.

 

After a few moments he opened the boy’s door and saw him stretched out on the bed drawing, his favorite pastime.

 

Ethan heard the knock but didn’t bother to say “Come in.” because Henry never waited to be invited. Since Henry had married his mother, something Ethan still had problems understanding with her drug addiction, he had tried to worm his way into every part of Ethan’s life. Now he was all Ethan had as far as family. Ethan didn’t like to consider Brooke as family because he secretly had a huge crush on the girl who was only 6 months younger than him.

 

“Almost time for lights out.”

 

Ethan looked up, “Just a little longer, I almost have the shading done.”

 

Henry reached down and took the charcoal from Ethan’s fingers and sat it on the desk then took the sketch pad and set it aside as well. Henry gave Ethan a stern look making Ethan look away. “I told you not to sass me Ethan.”

 

Henry used to be a policeman, and he put the skills to use in his parenting. Ethan had even stopped attempting to lie to him a few months after he joined the family. Henry was in charge, and he never let Ethan forget it. “Sorry Henry.” Another stern look and as Ethan swung his legs over to sit upright, “I mean, Dad.”

 

“Let’s get out of those clothes and get into your pajamas.”

 

Ethan looked at him, “Sure. Goodnight then.” He thought Henry would leave then, but instead he went over to the bed and sat next to Ethan. Before Ethan knew what was happening Henry was taking the boy’s shirt off. “I can do it…Dad. I don’t need help.”

 

“Ethan I know, you’re fifteen now, and you believe yourself to be almost a man. Well, we live in the country now, and it has a way of showing you exactly what kind of a man you are. It’s time I teach you some things, son.”

 

“I already know how to get undressed.”

 

“Then show me.”

 

Ethan was getting angry but he was also a little afraid. There was a look in Henry’s eye that Ethan had never seen before. He wanted to protest but he thought he’d just get it over with. He went to his chest of drawers and pulled out his pajamas.

 

Henry watched the lean tall boy cross the room and knew he wouldn’t be able to go much longer without shooting his load. Brooke had already drove him so close but now, another young fine body in front of him was weakening his resolve to make it last.

 

He had done this many times. He had caught run away kids and made them do things for him so he wouldn’t send them back to homes they hated or to juvenile detention. Once he had five kids, two girls and three boys in his own personal stable. He would drive to one of several spots in the city and there one or two of them would be waiting for him. They learned to do all the things he liked, but what he hadn’t liked was the fact they were probably doing those things with a hundred other people, so one day after he had finished with one of his favorite boys he saw Ethan walk by. He followed him to see if he was another homeless kid he could add to his stable, but Ethan had a home. It wasn’t a great home, but it was a home. The detective started asking around and found out a few things about Ethan that had intrigued him, such as the fact he was shy around other kids, basically screaming virgin, and the fact that his mother was a major drug addict. He arranged to meet the woman and convinced her in less than a month that he was interested in starting a life with her. Two months after he married the woman he called child services on her and had fought and won custody of Ethan.

 

He had always liked both girls and boys, and felt fine with it. Both were equally exciting to use, so he got an idea as he was planning his first time with Ethan. He wanted one of each. Two virgins that he could play with all he wanted and who would be his and his alone. He had set out to find his girl and not long after had seen Brooke.

 

Now here he was watching Ethan shyly taking his pants off. His body was perfect, lean, tall and lanky. Just hitting that crest between boy and man. “Don’t put them on yet. Come sit with me.”

 

Ethan looked at him with narrowed eyes, but did as he was told. Henry undid the button of his jeans and then pulled the zipper down. Ethan looked ready to bolt, so Henry put his hand on the boy’s thin shoulder. He reached in and pulled out his throbbing cock, stroked it twice as Ethan turned away. “Now, son, give me your hand.”

 

“Stop, this, Henry, get out of my room, you’re fucking sick!”

 

Henry heard the boy’s voice crack as he began to cry, but as Ethan tried to stand, Henry gripped his shoulder tighter, making Ethan squeal with the pain of it, “I said give me your hand.”

 

Ethan held out a trembling hand and Henry guided it to his cock, “Stroke me like you stroke your own, and don’t even try to act like you don’t.”

 

Ethan felt the girth of Henry’s cock with his hand and began to stroke up and down it. He felt sick to his stomach. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from crying anymore.

 

“That’s it, good boy, now a little tighter and faster.” Ethan did, trying to imagine he was stroking his own cock. “Okay stop stroking, Ethan. Now I want you to get on your knees and suck it.”

 

Ethan looked at him, hoping he was joking but he knew he wasn’t. Ethan shook his head, “Please don’t make me do this, Henry. You’re like my father! It’s not right!”

 

Henry’s face was sympathetic but his voice was unmoving, “Do it. Be a good boy.”

 

Ethan slid from the bed and crawled over until he was facing Henry’s lap. Henry’s big cock stood straight up and Ethan thought that the minute it went into his mouth he would vomit and piss Henry off big time. He moved his face closer to Henry’s cock but not fast enough so Henry grabbed a handful of Ethan’s messy hair and pulled his face in. Ethan opened his mouth wide to match the size of the cock and slid over it, a low groan coming from Henry as he slid his lips as far as he could without gagging.

 

He sucked on Henry’s cock and Henry’s hand finally untangled from his hair. Henry leaned back thrusting his hips out and enjoying the boy’s young lips around his shaft. Ethan was new at this and the blow job was a bit awkward but they usually were the first times. He would get better with practice, as Brooke would when it was her turn to learn. Henry was inwardly proud of himself at what he had done. Acquired two beautiful untainted little treasures all for his own. He could have them any way he wished; he would teach them how he wanted them to pleasure him.

 

He didn’t mind if they enjoyed it as well, but it didn’t matter one bit if they didn’t.

 

“Faster Ethan, suck Daddy harder.” Ethan obeyed and Henry looked down as he felt the tear drip on his balls.  Ethan was crying silently as he sucked the cock, but he was sucking harder, the vacuum his mouth made made it hard to hold back and soon Henry let himself explode into the mouth of the boy. He reached out just in time to keep Ethan’s head still and emptied his balls down the boy’s throat. Ethan gagged and moaned in protest, but Henry was not giving him any room to back off until he was sure every ounce of his cum was down that throat.

 

He finally let Ethan go and Ethan fell back to the floor looking up at him with anger and disgust.

 

Ethan still tasted the cum, and he held himself from vomiting. He had sucked a cock. He had heard the other guys in school, some bragging about doing it, others ready to beat anyone suspected of it, and now he had done it.

 

“That was a good boy, Ethan. Thank your Daddy for his cum down your throat.”

 

Ethan looked up and started to get to his feet, but Henry stood and put his foot on his thigh hard, “Thank me.”

 

“Thank you for your…cum.”

 

Henry bent over him and ruffled his hair, “Good boy. Now it’s bed time. Lights out.”

 

Ethan felt his face still glowing hot with shame as he put his pajamas on and crawled into bed. All he could think was that no one could find out. Ever.