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Kyle
A week later I was back at my best friend Trevor's house. I was nervous to be there because I wasn't sure how to interact with Trevor's dad Kevin after what had happened last week. I felt excited, and horny, like anything was possible and that I could persuade him to do anything I wanted. But I also felt embarrassed and humiliated. Like what we had done was wrong and I should be ashamed for starting it, let alone enjoying it.
Truth be told, I had been jacking off ceaselessly since last weekend when Kevin jacked my big dick and I shot all over his handsome face. I couldn't get that vision of my cum dripping off his face out of my mind. I was worried Kevin would regret what we did, and although I had mixed feelings about it, I didn't regret it. I wanted it to happen again.
It was a school night and Trevor and I were hanging out. I was a year older than him and he was a great friend, but he was pretty shy and didn't have many other friends, so I was worried about going to college in the fall and leaving him behind. I knew he'd be okay but he was pretty dependent on me, which is why I felt even worse for seducing his dad last weekend.
I guess it eased the anticipation that Kevin wasn't home that night. Trevor and I hung out as normal. We finished our homework together after his mom made us dinner and I helped him with his trigonometry. Then we played video games for a while before I had to go home. It wasn't until I was getting in bed that I realized I left my phone charger at Trevor's house. I would have to get it tomorrow. I was going to text him to bring it to school, but my phone died. I'd even have to resort to using the old fashioned digital alarm clock that my grandma got me for Christmas a few years ago. Oy.
The next day at school I asked Trevor if he found my phone charger, but he said he didn't notice it and hadn't gone back downstairs where we were after I left. He said I could come over after school to get it. My phone was dead and so I took him up on the offer. After school I drove over to his house and knocked on the door. What happened next, I wasn't expecting. Trevor's dad, Kevin, answered the door. He was never home at this time.
Kevin
I couldn't believe what had happened. My son's 18 year old best friend, the boy that grew up at our house that was like my own son, convinced me to jack him off in my own basement while my wife and kids slept upstairs. It was the hottest thing I have ever done in my life, but the whole time I knew I shouldn't be doing it.
I guess looking back I can see I always had a little crush on Kyle, but I never realized what it was all about. He was a cute kid that had everything going for him and I guess I just wrote it off because he was charming. I never dreamed once he turned 18 he'd be a full grown man with adult needs, and that he'd ask me to satisfy them. I felt excited that he wanted me and guilty that I did something so intimate with my son's best friend. Shouldn't they be the ones experimenting together? Not me, surely.
I jacked off three times that night in my office, which was right next door to where Kyle was peacefully sleeping. Sleeping peacefully, no doubt, because I drained his balls and he shot his huge load all over me and our basement sofa. I remember sleeping that well when I was his age after a good explosion. Since that night I haven't been able to get the image of his big boy dick hard in his gym shorts, throbbing under the light mesh, pointing up toward the ceiling, practically calling my name, my mouth watering that I had to keep swallowing my own spit so I didn't drool all over and betray the secret of my desire. But Kyle read through all that and called me on my bodily urges and commanded me to service that beautiful, boyish but manly thick cock at his whim. Every night since then I have jacked off thinking about it, my body wishing I could see him, but my mind knowing I never could in that way again.
Now it was Thursday evening and for once, my meetings had gotten over at a reasonable time. I was home before the kids got home. My wife was at her volunteer job and I had the house to myself. I changed out of my work clothes, and since it was nice outside, I didn't put on a shirt, and just threw on some cargo shorts. It felt good feeling the air on my skin and not under my dress clothes. I thought about a dip in the pool but figured I should take advantage of the time alone and try to rub one out before the house was full. I went down to the cool basement, the scene of where it all happened with Kyle just a few days ago. Now, every time I descended the basement steps, I felt a twinge of sexual intrigue. I thought I'd lay on the couch where Kyle and I...
Dammit. I heard the doorbell. Just as my mind was starting to drift. I turned around and headed back upstairs, momentarily grateful that I hadn't already started jacking and would have had an erection to hide. I answered the door, expecting it to be the neighbor, but to my delight it was Kyle himself. I was surprised. I didn't know what to say. I stood before the object of my desire, almost naked except for the tight fitting cargo shorts, my hairy muscled chest exposed for his viewing pleasure.
"Oh, hey Kevin. Dad," he smiled his winning grin.
"Uh, hi Kyle." I was able to eek out.
"I left my charger here last night when Trevor and I were studying. You don't mind if I come in and get it, do you?"
"Uh... not at all, Kyle. Come on in. Do you know where you left it?"
"I'm not really sure. And you can call me `son,' dad. Since you always tell me to call you dad." He smiled again.
"Haha, Okay, son. Where did you leave your charger?"
"Well dad, I don't remember. Maybe you can help me look for it. Last place we were was in the basement."
I froze. Acknowledging the basement was a bit of a reality check of what we had actually done. Until now, Kyle was acting pretty normal, if not a little too cool. He stepped toward me, noticing my hesitation.
"Come downstairs," he commanded.
He was wearing plaid shorts and a tight polo shirt and looked fantastic. I caught myself looking at his crotch. It was hard to comprehend that I had actually been lucky enough to view that man meat under his shorts. Let alone, feel it. Stroke it. How did I let this happen?
I was happy to follow him downstairs. If only the stairs were fifty times longer, so I could watch him and not have to face him about what we had done.
Once at the bottom of the stairs, he went into the guest room, which we all joke is unofficially his. He looked at all the outlets and behind the bed for his charger, but didn't find it. He sat on the bed, dejected.
"Maybe I didn't leave it here after all. I probably lost it at school."
"It's not in there either. Did you check Trevor's room?" I asked.
"We didn't go in Trevor's room last night. It's okay, I'll get a new one."
He just stared at me as he sat on the bed and I stood opposite him in front of the bathroom doorway. I felt awkward and was beginning to feel the weight of what we had done pushing my heels into the floor.
I pivoted, and said, "I have an idea."
I passed through the jack and jill bathroom into my office to get a spare charge cord for Kyle. We always have extras. When I walked back through with it proudly, I noticed a cord plugged into the outlet on the bathroom counter.
"Hey son, is this one yours? I found it here..."
Just then I walked back through into the guest room and there was Kyle, shorts unzipped, cock sprung out, leaning back, stroking slowly, cocky grin on his face.
"Yeah, that must be it. I had plugged it in there thinking I might have caught you in your office. Like this. But you weren't home. Now you are."
I froze. I had a sick-to-my-stomach feeling that we shouldn't be doing this. That my wife or kids would have come home and bounded in here looking for me. But they never look for me when I'm down here in my office. And what's more, I felt my mouth watering and a stirring in my own shorts. What is it about this kid, err, man now, and his gorgeous dick that I can't stop thinking about?
"Kyle, we need to talk. What happened the other night was a beautiful thing, but we cannot let it happen again."
Kyle just stared at me, all the while stroking his dick slowly, still with a half grin giving me that cocky stare that was making me melt into the cool basement carpet.
"Suck it," he said.
I opened my mouth to reject the notion, to explain why we couldn't do this, why I needed to exit his room and why he needed to leave the house, but only a squeak came out.
"Suck me, Mr. Connor. Suck me, dad."
I shook my head no, but I couldn't stop staring at his beautiful cock. It looked longer than the other night. Could it be more erect than last weekend? I know my own dick and that's not possible. Maybe it was his own slender hand stroking it compared to my thicker, meatier hands. I could feel my own penis growing full and getting warmer in my shorts.
"I can see you like this. I know you want it. We're just two men, enjoying ourselves. Come sit next to me on the bed. I need your help. I want you, Dad."
I wanted to skip over there and jump on him, push him on his back and stick my tongue in his mouth. But I haven't had that feeling for anyone since I married my wife! Instead, I walked over there, shaking, and sat next to him. He moved over so our legs were touching, hairy knee to hair knee.
He reached over to my bare hairy chest, which must have been breathing hard, and felt my hairy pecs. His touch was light and hesitant, yet firm and strong. The touch of inexperience. He seemed so confident but he must have been nervous too. He brushed my nipple and I jumped. He moved his hand back and touched it deliberately this time, firmly, almost tweaking it. I was looking down, having never been touched by another man before. I noticed a wet spot growing near the fly of my khaki cargo shorts. He must have noticed it too, and the log that was growing there because of him.
"You like this as much as me. I can't believe how hot you are, dad."
He tweaked my nipple for real this time and I let out a moan I couldn't control. That might have caught the attention of the family upstairs, had they been home. Now my own daddy dick was fully hard in my shorts, and feeling constricted in the tight material. But I was only mildly aware of the slight discomfort, because Kyle's cock was RIGHT NEXT TO ME, still hard staring up, with a glimmering bead of that sweet boy juice I tasted off my face from that night, so long ago, last weekend.
I had never sucked another dick before, but I couldn't get the echo of his directive: suck me, suck me suck me... it was a simple, rough phrase, but it enchanted me. I knew I was under his spell. Next thing I knew, I felt a smooth arm on my back and a strong grip pushing my neck down down down until...
He jumped. I think I scraped my teeth on his beautiful throbbing pink cock head. I had never done this before and now I wondered if I would have what it takes to make this man feel good. I started licking that beautiful shaft. I couldn't believe how clean it tasted, not like soap, but clean natural pure skin mixed with a light manly scent. My mouth was really drooling and I could feel myself losing some spit dripping down that ever hardening, long thick shaft. A few bobs past my startling intro with teeth and I could tell I was doing well.
Kyle laid back a little more and let out a satisfying sigh of relief and relaxation. That encouraged me and I wanted him to feel good so I kept at it. I was working the boy's big shaft, he was loving it, and I couldn't believe what was in my mouth, but it made me want to keep going, faster and sloppier with my spit. Whatever it was, it felt so right.
"Yeah Daddy," he moaned. "Suck my big boy cock."
I was thinking about this very cock sticking out of his gym shorts last weekend and my good fortune of stroking it then. Now I was sucking it with my mouth. The mouth I've kissed my wife with thousands of times. The mouth with which I've kissed the kids goodnight on their cheeks. The mouth that conducts meetings and conference calls. Would they know tomorrow at work that I had had dick in my mouth? Would my breath taste like Kyle? Would my smug smile betray me?
He was loving my mouth. I must have a talent.
"You like that dick in your mouth? Answer me! Tell me how much you like my big dick in your throat, dad!"
I couldn't speak, obviously, so I moaned in agreement.
All the sudden I felt Kyle's strong hands on my head, pushing me down lower and lower with each quick paced thrust of my throat. I think he was fucking my face.
"You're my own personal cock sucker. I'm gonna use this mouth whenever I need it. That's it. Keep working it. No one knows you're a cock sucker, but me. Our secret."
Just then, he started shooting and spasming, my face in his lap. I kept going and he started moaning loudly, in synchronization with his explosions of cum, hot and thick, shooting at the back of my throat and all over in my mouth. There wasn't room enough for his big cock and his big load so I started instinctively swallowing, gulp after gulp. I could feel myself loose some out of my lips down his rod and I tried to recapture what I had lost, swallow after swallow.