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When I got back to my house I realized I was hard the whole way home. I parked on the driveway and scampered into the house before a neighbor could see the tent in my trunks, or worse, stop me to talk. Once inside, I jumped onto my bed and ripped off my trunks and let out my still throbbing cock. I swear it was bigger than usual. It took about 5 strokes before I shot my load up to my nipples. Maybe now I could relax.
I walked to the bathroom naked to take a cold shower an after turning on the water, I smelled my hand. It smelled like chlorine from the pool (Mr. Connor's pool, to be precise), sweat, lightly of my cum, and of Mr. Connor's saliva. Knowing his spit had greased my pole moments ago and I was driving through town, walking around with that reminder, now in my nose, was more than I could take. I felt light headed. I waivered and grabbed the bathroom counter for stability. How did his saliva smell sweet and clean after all the dirty things I made him do in the back seat of his car just now? I had to get moving because Trevor was going to be here any minute and then the rest of our friends.
I stepped into the shower and let the cool water wash away the traces of the naughty adult sensuality I had experienced today, knowing with satisfaction that none of my friends were up to the same level of erotic sex I was engaging in. With my best friend's father, no less. The secret, the taboo, made it so much sexier, I thought.
Soon as I was out of the shower and barely dressed, and Trevor banged on the storm door before letting himself in. He was a good looking kid, but looked like a boy rather than a man. I thought about Trevor catching me with his dad and felt guilty. Then I thought about how that would be for Mr. Connor, and I felt sick, a pit in my stomach. But what we were doing was consensual between adults, and harmless enough. Trevor wasn't going to find out.
It wasn't long before our friends started arriving. There was only one couple in our group and so it was a pretty good mix of guys and girls and no drama. It was dark by the time we got the fire going and once we had some good coals we started passing around the marshmallows for s'mores. This was one of the best memories of my time before college, not including my time with Kevin Connor, or dad, as I sometimes called him.
Around 11:30 the girls were getting cold as we were letting the fire die down for the night and decided to leave. We weren't drinking, it wasn't that kind of party, but it was late and the boys were tired. I think we were becoming nostalgic for those of us moving away to college or taking real jobs soon, and the others becoming seniors and following in our footsteps without us. I grabbed some blankets and pillows and threw them down in the family room for the guys to crash. I went up to my room. I was tired from the day, and on cloud nine for hosting a fun bon fire with my closest friends, not to mention the evening I had in the parking lot with Mr. Connor. I think I was hard when I fell asleep thinking about it, but I was so tired, I crashed before I had time to yank on it.
I woke up at about 6:30 with the sun coming in my room. I was laying on back and my morning wood was uncomfortable, almost painful in my boxers being restricted by the tight fabric. I pulled them down and was about to start stroking but I didn't want to jack off for the thousandth time. What I wanted was Mr. Connor. Kevin. Dad. I laid there for a minute and then remembered I was home alone and my friends were downstairs sleeping in the family room. Trevor being at my house meant I had no excuse to go to his house where his dad would be. And anyway, it was too early in the morning to call on anyone. That's when I had an idea.
I reached for my phone. No texts. All my friends were at my house the evening before. I opened my messages and scrolled to the message I sent myself from Mr. Connor's phone the evening before. It just said "Thank you." I hadn't replied since I told him you're welcome in person in the back seat of his car, my bare butt leaving the lightest trace of perspiration on the leather seat. He hadn't sent anything to me.
I texted: Hey are you awake?
I waited a few minutes and didn't get a response. Now I was nervous. What if Mrs. Connor saw his phone and got worried something was wrong, or thought it odd he was getting a text so early on a Saturday morning. But in all honesty, his phone buzzed day and night for work. Sometimes he paid attention to it and sometimes he didn't. My boner had subsided and I got up to pee and brush my teeth. When I got back, I had one message unread.
Mr. Connor: Yes, son, what's up?
Me: What are you doing? I may need some help with the house since my parents are gone.
Mr. Connor: I'm just in my office downstairs. What's wrong?
Me: The air conditioning isn't working and I don't know what to look at. Could you come look at it and see what's wrong?
Mr. Connor: Sure. When?
Me: Now works. The guys are sleeping in the family room, so don't ring the bell. Just come in and go to the basement. I'll leave the door open for you.
Mr. Connor: Okay. See you soon.
Me: Thanks, Dad.
I jumped in the shower and took the quickest shower of my life. When I turned off the water I thought I heard a car door slam outside but I wasn't sure. I dried off quick and wrapped a towel around my waist. I flew down the stairs and I could see Mr. Connor's SUV on the street but I didn't see him. I figured he was down stairs already. I peeked into the family room and my three friends, Trevor included, were sleeping around the room.
I tip-toed down the basement steps and saw Mr. Connor with a small took box at the furnace.
"Good Morning, Kyle," he said knowingly, like he knew I was up to something.
"Good Morning Dad," I said, "Thanks for coming over so quickly. It's starting to get warm. It was fine when we went to sleep but I woke up and it was so warm and stuffy."
He was wearing the same blue oxford shirt from yesterday, and it was wrinkled, no doubt from our romp in the truck last night. The top half was unbuttoned and I could see that luscious chest hair in the dim basement light. He looked at me in my towel and raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry, you were quicker to arrive than I thought," I said honestly.
"Mrs. Connor was still sleeping so I left a note and grabbed my keys. Thought I'd better come sooner than later."
"My thoughts exactly," I joked, but I don't think he got the joke.
"You do know the thermostat was turned off upstairs, don't you?" he asked me.
"Yeah, the fan was on blowing all night but the air wasn't cool so I turned it off so it wouldn't burn out."
"It always is," he said looking down. I still don't know if he was trying to make a joke like mine!
I moved closer to him and he was on his knees now looking at something on the furnace. I had no idea what. I stood before him in my towel wrapped loosely around my waist.
He looked up at me and sighed, "Kyle, Trevor and the guys are one floor above us sleeping. What are you trying to do to me?"
"I'm just helping you work. Nothing wrong with lending a friendly hand," I replied.
He looked at my crotch and could see a tent rising in the white damp towel before his very eyes, at eye level. I looked down at him enchanted with my crotch, unable to move his eyes from my big boy dick growing inches from his face under the terry cloth towel. He licked his lips and looked up at me.
"Not today, Kyle, this is too risky."
I said nothing and watched him as he returned to his work on the furnace. To be honest, I don't think he was thinking about the air or even knew what he was doing. I think he was just distracted by me and my behavior and trying to stay composed. Next thing he knew, the sound of my towel dropping to the cement floor caught his attention and he turned to discover exactly what I knew he was hoping to see. My naked body standing before him, smooth and clean, pale where my swim trucks are, with stark tan lines at my waist and knees. This time he didn't even look at my face. He just stared at my dick, frozen in a trance.
I grabbed onto my penis instinctively and gave it a little tug from base to tip. He involuntarily licked his lips again and I knew I had him without a doubt.
"Come on, cock sucker, I know you want this cock. Give it a taste for little Kyle. Or not so little Kyle."
He got on all fours and then looked up at me and nodded enthusiastically. Then he opened his mouth big to catch it all and tried to clamp onto my dick without using his hands. I guided my rock hard cock into his mouth and his eyes rolled into the back of his head before closing them completely. Watching him give in was one of the best parts of what we were doing, I was learning.
He bobbed on my cock head a few times before letting the whole shaft disappear into his mouth, his lips on the base of my cock in my light blond pubes. I loved seeing the dark stubble on his upper lip pressed into my short blond pubes, and it felt great too on that sensitive pelvic skin! He started slurping and sucking on my cock so tightly it honestly felt like a vacuum!
"That's my little cock sucker," I whispered huskily so no one upstairs could hear. "You suck like a vacuum don't you, Kevin?"
He nodded yes with my cock in his mouth and I said, "You're a bad boy. A little hoover bad boy, sucking your son's best friend's dick like a dirty little hoover."
He looked up at me this time and moaned on my dick vibrating my hardon with his deep vocal cords that I have been growing to love so much. I leaned over him now, since he was still on all fours and I whispered closer to his ear,
"You're a little faggot dad. My Hoover. Sucking up all this boy cum like a hoover. Suck my dick, dad. That's it, suck this cock like the cock sucker hoover you know you are."
He started voraciously working my cock and I thought I was going to yelp, waking my guests one floor above me. At that point, I don't know what came over me, but I licked my index and middle finger real wet and bent down again reaching this time to his ass. I slipped my hand under the elastic waistband of his shorts to learn he wasn't wearing underwear. I was disappointed I hadn't noticed that earlier. I'll have to pay better attention in the future. I reached my hand farther in and almost melted into a pool on the floor when I felt those soft furry ass cheeks, so firm and juicy with a coat of soft dark hair. I kept reaching, his head now hitting my stomach as he bobbed on my rod and I reached farther to his crack finally finding his sweet warm hole. I didn't know exactly what it would feel like, and although I had never felt one before, not even my own, it felt so right. I swirled my wet two fingers around the outside of his daddy hole with my wet fingers and he moaned in response. I almost worried I had gone too far and Trevor would come looking for me, hearing odd sounds from the basement!
I froze and didn't hear any stirring on the floor above. Mr. Connor didn't freeze though. He kept sucking my dick, faster now, and pressing his hairy ass back into my hand at the same time, desperately wanting more, like the little cock sucker bitch he was becoming. Cautiously, I licked my fingers again, and returned immediately back to his pot of gold and started rubbing his hole and swirling around it with more deliberation, building confidence from his responses as I went. Whether I intended to or not, my middle figure slipped into his sweet warm hole. Looking back, I must have relaxed him somehow for it to move in so easily, but at the time I didn't know what to expect. His hole felt clean and tight, like soft rubber and it turned me on to feel the tightness around my finger tip.
I started a fucking motion with my finger, which wasn't intentional to simulate a cock or dildo, but just natural. In response, he started sucking my cock tighter with his lips and faster up and down the rod from base to sensitive mushroom head and back. I felt some of his saliva dripping and splattering on my ankles and feet as he worked my sweet pole so well. As I pumped my finger in and out of his beautiful hairy hole, he squeezed it around my finger like some god damned voodoo and I started shooting my load right there. I didn't even have time to tell him I was going to cum to build his anticipation. I started shooting into his mouth and then I felt cum shooting on my legs and I didn't understand how he wasn't swallowing most of my load.
I looked down and he had freed his own hairy cock and was stroking that monster with one hand while I shot in his mouth and fucked his asshole with my middle finger. And he was shooting at the same time as me, spraying my legs and feet with his thick daddy load. It was warm and wet and one of the sexiest things to feel right there next to the furnace standing above him as he slowed on my cock and slowed pumping his cock with his fist on all fours, or threes now with one fist jacking himself off.
After several moments hunched over him, I pulled my finger out of him gently, stretched my back as I straightened up and he backed away, sitting on his feet, his shorts at his knees. I could see his dark hairy crotch with that thick daddy dick sticking up out of it, with a few ropes of semen left draped down from his cock head. That shirt unbuttoned half way with that gorgeous chest heaving. His face was read and he licked his lips again, having recently swallowed yet another Kyle load.
I smiled at him, bent down, wiped his load off my legs with the towel and then tied it around my waste.
"There's nothing wrong with the air conditioner. Thanks for cumming over. See you around, Mr. Connor."
I tiptoed upstairs to the main floor and again to my room.