My Sons Friend Colin

By Doug Isntmyrealname

Published on Dec 2, 2021

Gay

Hi everybody, just one quick, probably obvious note: Danny is 18 years old. I messed up the math by a decade when I was describing the dad in Chapter 2. Whoops!

Thanks again so much for reading, and I really appreciate all of your feedback! Enjoy this next chapter and be sure to donate to Nifty please, if you can.

-Doug


Chapter 3

Colin stood in front of me, still fully dressed in sweat shorts and a white t-shirt, between my knees as I sat at the edge of the recliner seat, shirtless in pajama pants. He leaned in to kiss me, and I closed my eyes. I sensed his breath on my face first, warm with the fresh smell of beer, and then felt his lips against mine. It radiated through my body, a little disorienting. He pulled back and we opened our eyes partially, to see if the other had felt that too. I could tell from the blank, stunned look on his face he had.

"Does this feel like a dream to you too, Collie Dog?" I asked him, hypnotized by his face. He didn't answer, only nodded.

We went back in for more, like we were afraid of waking up. We kissed more deeply this time, and I got to taste and explore the inside of his mouth. His tongue felt amazing against mine, smooth and rough at the same time. This time, he rested his arms on my shoulders, and I slipped my hands around his waist and pulled his body closer. Neither of us had much recent experience kissing and it probably showed. I slid my hands under the back of his shirt and felt along his back - smooth, soft, with a little patch of fuzz near the two dimples above his waistband. I moved my hands up, raising the shirt and exposing his midsection as I went. He pulled from the kiss and held his arms up, silently asking me to take his shirt off. I definitely must be dreaming. I slid his t-shirt up over his head and got my first full look at his chest since taking the boys rafting in 8th grade. As he had gotten older I had noticed a few dark hairs appear just above the collar of his t-shirts, but was surprised now to discover short brown fur in a cluster at his sternum, and a thinner line down to a broad section across his abdomen that disappeared under his belly and into his underwear. His belly was gently round, with an arc that dipped in front of and just below the waistline of his shorts. As I looked at his chest Colin smiled down at me and raised his hands to the top of his head, exposing his armpits. He smelled amazing, like the sheets I had jacked off into but so much fuller and better.

I ran my hands up his sides, through his armpits and back down to his waist, then down past the bottom of his shorts. I tried to store everything in my memory as I went - his feel and smell, how his body looked, how he moved when I touched him. He put his arms back on my shoulders and we kissed again as I slid my hands up the back of his shorts, over his underwear. I felt the smooth curve of his butt and hips, and the fold between his butt and thighs. I traced the fold inward to the base of his inner thighs, and felt him spread his legs a little for me. I slipped one hand all the way between his legs from the back, and he made a little whimper as my thumb pressed lightly between his cheeks - I could feel his moan in my mouth as much as I could hear it. I wanted to make him moan so much more. I pulled back from the kiss for a second.

"Is this ok, Collie Dog? Do you want me to go further?" He nodded, love-drunk. "Do you feel ok saying stop if you don't like something I do?" He nodded again. "Thank you, but can you tell me with words Colin?"

"It feels good, Mr. Patrick. I will tell you if I want to stop, I promise."

"Do you want to take your pants off Colin? I want you to know you don't have to. We can still do other stuff."

Colin paused for a second. "I do, but... Do you want to do that, Mr. Patrick?"

I felt that feeling again, flooded or a little dizzy maybe, like every bit of blood flow in my body was in my dick and my brain was signing off. I just nodded at him, empty-headed. He gave me the mischief smile and said, "Tell me with words."

I laughed, amazed he could still joke at a moment like this. I looked directly in his eyes with my most serious expression. "I, Nathan W. Patrick, would like to take all your clothes off and maybe never let you put them on again."

He smiled ear to ear, and simply said, "Ok." He stood in front of me, plainly, without shame as I untied the knot from the waistband of his shorts. The pop of the knot sent a shock through me. This was really happening. I slipped the shorts first over the head of his dick, then past his ass in the back. His boxer briefs were white with navy blue stripes, and I could now see the outline of his balls underneath them. I couldn't wait to see, smell, taste them. The stripes really showed how the fabric stretched against his curvy body and his full erection, and I could now see the large wet spot that had only barely been visible on his shorts. My forehead rubbed against his belly fuzz as I leaned forward and kissed the head of his penis. It twitched when I touched it, which smeared a little precum on my lips. It tasted incredible - earthy and salty. I licked the rest off the front of my top lip, and looked up one more time to make sure he was doing ok.

Colin knew what that look meant, and nodded down at me. "Keep going, Mr. Patrick."

I ran my thumbs around the waist of his underwear, from the back to the front, rubbing under his belly in the front. As I lifted the folded waistband up and over his erection, I could see a string of precum trace a line from the underwear back to him that sagged and then broke onto my fingers. His entire head was shiny and slick. I slowly slipped his underwear down, feeling the soft bulk and fine hair of his thighs, and then let his underwear fall to the floor. I put a hand between his legs, from the front this time, and drifted up to the top, eventually rubbing against the underside of his balls. He let out the tiniest gasp and I watched his dick pump out more precum, enough that now it began to run in a clear drop down slowly his shaft.

I didn't think I could wait any longer. I leaned in and licked the drop, and then up to the head. I had never tasted anybody else's before. I wanted more, and I set about earning it. I slid the head of his dick into my mouth. It was a little under average endowment but beautiful, aimed straight ahead and a little bit upwards. His balls were pulled tight to his body and surrounded with long, dark brown wiry hairs that I would guess had never been trimmed. I took the length all the way into my mouth for the first time, burying my face under his soft belly and bush. I could feel him suck in air before he moaned so softly, almost mournful with pleasure. Against my forehead, I could feel his abdominal muscles tighten deep underneath a softer layer of fat as he rotated his hips up to push farther into my mouth, pressing my face against the softness at the front of his pelvis. With a little pressure, I could get most of an inch more into my mouth - I think Colin wasn't below average after all.

I started to pull out and in, slowly at first, as my mouth watered continually. Colin continued to pump precum in little salty bursts that mixed with my saliva and eventually dripped down the front of his dick off his balls onto the rug. As I got a rhythm going, he started to make more noise, and I had to pull out once to tell him to be quiet. I wiped some of the dripping spit and precum with the hand that had been between his legs, and when I had enough I slid it back between his thighs and cheeks and put some slick, firm pressure up against him. He shuddered hard, and then really started to thrust - I think he liked grinding against my hand maybe more even than my mouth. As he moved in and out I tried to get that extra length of shaft with every thrust, pressing my face into his body.

I could only really breathe between thrusts, but the smell when my face was buried in his bush, under his belly was so intoxicating. I could feel him starting to sweat. I didn't pay attention to see if he was getting closer until suddenly his rhythm started to get erratic and his thrusts got harder, forcing his dick to the back of my throat. He started to tremble and then put both hands over his mouth and cried into them. His glutes contracted, squeezing my hand each time he shot into my mouth, six or seven times maybe. I hadn't gagged at all until he came, but he sprayed his load to the back of my throat and took me by surprise. When I gagged, more spit, precum and hot semen fell to the floor at our feet. I swallowed everything I could but let the rest fall to the floor. His twitches got slower, with one big final shudder as I slipped him out of my mouth. He was still trembling a bit as he leaned down to kiss me. I'm sure he could taste his load in my mouth - I still could. My lips were soaking wet, and his mouth slid against mine as we kissed.

He paused for a second to ask, "Could I... do you too?"

My dick throbbed, aching to feel his mouth on me. I smiled and shifted back in the chair. "If you're sure you'd like to do that, Collie Dog."

Colin lowered to his knees over the puddle we had made. I didn't notice the beer bottle still on the arm rest of my chair until it was too late. I started to put my elbows up and knocked the bottle to the floor. It broke into a thousand pieces in an ear-splitting shatter. We both jumped.

I whispered to him quickly and firmly, "Colin you gotta go, if Danny wakes up we are fucked. Go to the bathroom, wait three minutes, go back to bed. Grab your clothes and put `em on in the bathroom. I'm sorry buddy."

He did as instructed and disappeared. I cleaned up the bottle quickly, turned off the TV and left the room. I jacked off into my briefs in bed as I smelled my hand that had been between his legs. I came in seconds, and then slept better than I had in a month.

Next: Chapter 4


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