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It was a perfect summer evening and I was going to have some friends over for a bon fire. I had spent the day at Trevor's pool and was relaxing, feeling the summer breeze through the open windows, worn out from playing in the sun. My parents were out of town for a long weekend. They invited me to join, but I was 18 and freshman year at State was only a few weeks away. Truth be told, I was getting a little anxious. I thought some alone time would at home would let me unwind.
The sun was starting to get low and I still hadn't gotten the chocolate, marshmallows and graham crackers at the store for s'mores, so I turned off the tv, got off the couch and grabbed my car keys.
I found the chocolate bars and marshmallows quick enough on an end cap at the store, but for some reason they didn't have the graham crackers displayed there too. I hoped they weren't out. I went to the cracker aisle and my heart kind of skipped a beat when I saw him. At the other end was Mr. Connor, or rather, "Dad" as he insisted I called him. The father of my best friend Trevor. He wasn't around all day when we were splashing in the pool at their house. He often worked long hours and he appeared to be on his way home from work now judging by how he was dressed.
He had on a light blue oxford dress shirt, but even from down the aisle, I could see the muscular beefy chest I was starting to know well in profile through the light cotton. I bet he wasn't wearing an undershirt and that chest hair was probably popping out of the shirt collar, as he was no longer wearing a tie as he often did and was unbuttoned at the top. It was an odd sensation, seeing the man that raised my best friend and treated me like one of his own kids, welcoming me into the family and his house for so many years, but also knowing what I knew about what that chest felt like under the touch of my roaming squeezing frantic hands. Knowing what the inside of his mouth felt like. Knowing what my dick looked like sliding furiously past those puffy lips. Knowing that although I was attracted to his dark hairy muscled physique, he was somehow attracted to my own thin toned fair young man's build. Me. Specifically. At first he was hard to read, but knowing what I knew now, knowing how he only needed the slightest encouragement, the creation of an opportunity, the firm direction of what to do, and he would be pleasing my body and I would be indulging in the hottest, sexiest fantasy of my life. Way better than porn I had found or fantasy in my head when I was jacking my cock every night.
I immediately felt my dick flex in my shorts when I remembered, I was still wearing my swim trunks and any partial hardon would show right through the light fabric.
When I saw him there focused on finding the right item, that profile, that figure, oblivious to being seen, I knew I had to have him. Soon.
He didn't see me and I pivoted quick knowing my cock was growing harder and would not easily go back down any time soon. For the sake of humility I needed to cool down and hide my excited manhood. This was the grocery store I had grown up visiting with my mom. My family was in here at least twice a week. I had to save my embarrassment and fast.
I walked through the freezer section. All the open freezer bins were always so cold even in the dead of summer. I started thinking about ice, ice cream, cold milk, pushing my face into the freezer with the frozen turkeys. I was excited to have seen my second Dad in public, away from his family or mine, just the two of us, one on one. But he hadn't seen me and I was nervous he would spot me in the store still. For some reason, I didn't want to run into him unexpectedly here. What if it was awkward, or he was cold to me for what I had convinced him to do. I doubted he was at peace with our fooling around, but it was one thing quiet alone in the middle of the night like the first time. Now, in the dying light of day at the grocery store in public with other people around, I was concerned he would be standoffish and I didn't want that version of him.
I don't know if it was the cold of the freezers or the thought of him brushing me off but I could tell my dick was calming down which meant I could safely move on without an obscene tent in my shorts as I checked out with the older lady cashier I had seen a million times. I paid for my items and quickly left the store.
As soon as I was back in the parking lot, feeling the summer breezes and out of the glaring, artificial store lights, I felt an instant calm come over me. I could feel the breeze up the leg of my shorts. There weren't many cars in the parking lot and I noticed his full size SUV right away. It was on the edge of the lot facing some trees with no other cars around. Typical jackass parking spot, I thought, as I dropped my grocery bag into the car and walked toward it. It looked like an FBI vehicle or something with dark tinted windows.
I didn't know what I was doing, but at the same time I felt like I knew exactly what I was doing and that it was going to work out smoothly.
I leaned against the black SUV which was warm from the summer sun but felt cool in the dusk. It wasn't long before Kevin Connor exited the store with his purchases. He looked occupied and didn't see me standing against his truck. He didn't notice my car parked a few rows away. It wasn't until he was closer that he noticed me. He looked a little startled until he could tell it was me. Then he smiled a warm natural smile that told me he was actually happy to see me. I knew then I had made the right choice by not saying hi in the store.
The truck beeped as he unlocked and the automatic tailgate opened. I stood up off the truck.
"Hey Dad," I said with a smile.
"Hi Son, what are you doing here?"
I explained the reason for my shopping trip. Then, "I looked for you in your basement office today. Would have been nice to hang out."
The tone caught his attention and as he pushed the button to lower the tailgate he looked up and smiled at me sheepishly.
"Oh," he cleared his throat. "Yes, I would have enjoyed that."
He looked down to my shorts and I could feel my big cock growing under his gaze.
"I need to feel you on my cock, Dad."
And with that, I opened the back door and climbed inside, leaving the door open. I could feel my cock at full attention and it was a relief to be inside and out of view. I mean, at this point, you could have seen the tent in my shorts from across the parking lot.
Mr. Connor started the truck and the air conditioning started to blow cold. I found comfort in the sound of the air blowing. He stood in the open driver's door, looking at me for direction.
"What are we doing here, Kyle?" He asked.
"Climb into the back seat with me," I encouraged.
He did so with apprehensive eagerness, I could tell. Now, sealed off from the world behind the heavy doors and under the dark tint of the windows, we each sat somewhat stiffly in the captain's chairs of the middle row. I reached forward and locked the doors. Then I pushed the arm rests up on the seat and reached for his hand. His strong arm was heavy, but moved easily as I guided it to the stiff pole I had pressing against the tight mesh of my otherwise loose swim suit. He let out a deep gasp when his warm meaty hand made contact with my hard dick.
"I need you on my dick," I said. "I think about it 24/7. You're going to suck my cock in this parking lot, right now. No one is going to know. And you're going to love every minute of it."
He looked into my eyes like he was in disbelief that my cock was in his hand, and nodded in agreement. His eyes were watery, I thought he might start crying any moment, and right then he looked like a little boy, tender and cautious, but desperate and pleading for my approval.
The connection between us was more than physical and had lately become electric as we understood the shared desire to explore one another's body, boundaries, and pleasures.
Then, as reality interrupted, he looked around, his hand now strongly stroking my dick through my trunks, evaluating the safety and privacy of our situation. I swiftly pulled down my waistband, pulling them over my knees and let them drop to my ankles so they weren't in the way.
"No one is here and I am going to keep watch. If anyone comes, I'll tell you to stop. We're just sitting here is all, no one will pay us any attention."
He relaxed immediately and licked his lips. His stare returned to my hard seven inches, pointing up to the moon like a beacon for his sloppy wet loving mouth.
"Suck my dick, Kevin," I demanded.
"Yes, sir," he replied.
Leaning over my lap, holding my cock at the base, he pointed it now toward his big lips. As soon as his tongue made contact with the head of my penis I moaned aloud involuntarily. He moaned in response and I could feel his deep vocal cord vibrating my rock of a dick. He started to lick down my shaft as I felt his warm back through his dress shirt. In no time he was bobbing up and down fast, starting to sweat and choking himself with the head of my dick in the back of his throat, I pulled him off.
I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him deeply, mouths wide open. His warm wet lips felt like heaven, and I loved tasting my cock on his tongue. It tasted like nothing else and got my dick throbbing in his hand like it had never throbbed before. I had never kissed a man before. I felt the 5 o'clock stubble on my face. It was rough and sexy at the same time. It was a blatant reminder that what we were doing was taboo, unacceptable, but still felt oh so right.
I pulled him off my mouth with a smacking sound and he was out of breath. He just looked at me panting.
"You know better. Unbutton that shirt. You don't work so hard on those tits to keep them covered, do you?" I asked.
He shook his head no.
"I can't hear you, Kevin, what did you say? I asked if you work hard building up those luscious hairy pecs to hide them under that heavy restricting fabric."
"No," he said meekly, then "NO!" he said confidently, growing with certainty.
"When I was a boy, playing at your house with Trevor, I noticed you were handsome, but I didn't realize I noticed it at the time. As I grew up, so did your stature. You started going to the gym and building up those muscles. You felt proud of the accomplishment. You like when women turn their heads, you liked catching their eye. And it wasn't long before you noticed you were also catching the eye of some men. Your confidence grew and you started showing off that chest. Displaying those massive muscles with the dark coat of hair. You liked seeing people get lost looking at the dark valley in between your pecs, and you took pleasure in people, men and women alike, discovering your pink nipples poking out through the forest of hair. It was erotic and sensual and I know you would go down to the privacy of your basement office and touch yourself thinking of all the attention you got with that chest. Isn't that right?"
"I, don't know, I... I guess," he stammered.
He was stroking my cock faster listening to me, staring at it his large hand looking smaller wrapped around my throbbing boy cock. I asked why he started going to the gym.
"I liked being noticed. I liked the attention."
"You liked getting hit on, Kevin. You liked people making passes at you. Admit it."
"Yes! I liked the attention when it started. I kept going, and got more attention for it. Everywhere."
"You liked getting attention from other men, Dad. I know that's why. And you liked the attention from me. That's why you would wear your shirt open when I was around."
At that, Mr. Connor choked down a swallow and nodded yes.
"You like watching me swim in your pool, don't you? You wanted to know what your boy was packing, what I had under my trunks. Now you know."
"Yes, I love to see you swim or play video games or do anything. I didn't know I wanted your attention and I didn't know I would enjoy touching your cock."
"You want to suck my cock some more don't you, Kevin?" I asked.
He nodded yes.
"Kevin, answer me, tell me that you want to suck this big cock in your face, in the back seat of your car."
"Yes, Kyle, I want to suck your cock, I've wanted to suck your cock since that night we were watching the movie on our couch. I wanted you then right there on the couch and I wanted you in the basement on the pool table and in the swimming pool, the shower, my office chair, the steps, I want you everywhere."
"Stop talking and suck my dick and show me how much you want it."
He immediately slammed down on my cock and started to blow me in fast quick strokes with his lips and tongue. I slowed him down with my hand on his shoulders. Then I reached with one hand into his shirt as I kept watch. I got lost in the soft fur of his hair contrasting to the thick, hard meat of his pectorals. He was flexing for my pleasure and it was turning me on even more knowing everything he did was about pleasing me.
I felt thousands of miles away and my hand groped and explored. I found one of his nipples and brushed it with my hand and his body jumped in response. I reached down and tweaked it gently and he moaned that deep sexy moan vibrating my cock in his mouth again, getting louder, deeper as I tweaked a little harder, and harder.
"That's it cock sucker. You're my private cock sucker. You suck this dick when I tell you to," I whispered to his ear, my lips brushing his lobe.
I could hear him moan yes muffled with my thick cock stuffed in his mouth.
"That's it. Suck my dick. Stroke it with your mouth, your lips, your tongue, your throat Kevin. You're a natural cock sucker. Waiting all your life for this dick."
He moaned yes, yes, yes and I couldn't hold it in any more. I exploded with his big lips at the top of my cock. I had one hand in his shirt squeezing his tit and the other hand pushing his head down hard so his lips were at the base of my cock as I continued to shoot into his mouth. He was making choking gargling noises as he sucked air through his nose and voraciously tried to swallow every drop shooting into his throat.
He didn't get it all and my thick cum dripped out of his mouth and down my balls like icing on a cake. He licked it off his face, then off my finger as I wiped his face. Then I pushed him back to my balls and he cleaned those like a pro. Hard to believe I was the first dick in his mouth, but I was, and that made this even hotter.
When my balls were clean and slick from his tongue, I pulled him up and kissed him one long sweet kiss on those spongy lips. When I was done with the kiss I pushed him back to his seat by the chest.
"Let me look at you," I told him.
His hair was tussled and the top four buttons of his shirt looked ripped open and wrinkled. I could see the dark hairy valley, one nipple, the one I had been working, exposed, framed with the dress shirt bunched tightly under the big breast muscle. He looked like a mess. I smiled.
"I love you working my cock. You're my cock sucker."
"I love your cock," was his only reply.
My cock was still hard and pointing back toward the sky.
"Give me your phone," I demanded.
He reached for it and handed it to me willingly, but pleaded, "no pictures."
I opened a text and punched in my number, then wrote a text that said: Thank you. I hit send. My phone chimed in the pocket of my swim suit on the floor. I opened it and read the text.
"You're welcome," I told him. Then I texted back: We'll be in touch.
I pulled up my shorts, tucking my hard wet cock in the waistband. I opened the door and jumped out, walking casually over to my car, feeling relaxed with not a care in the world.
Driving home, I wondered how long it would be before I'd text him to do it again.