Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and does not reflect any real-life situations. All the characters in the story are of legal age and are consenting adults.
Hey, this is a story of how I got absolutely worshipped by the son of my old friend from high school over the course of a few days I spent at their house. Here's a bit of a backstory first:
My name's Matthew, I'm 39 years old; I'll give you a more detailed description of me later. I met John (the old friend) in middle school; we had a lot in common and shared some interests, which led to us becoming best friends throughout middle school and eventually high school. We had contact with each other every single day of our youth. Our relationship got gradually worse after finishing high school, though, John moved away, and the distance made our friendship hard to maintain. We kept in touch through calls at first but eventually moved to only texting each other from time to time. Through our conversations, we learned about each other's lives, John got a girlfriend, and after only a few months of dating, she got pregnant with him. They had a quick wedding for only their closest family members, and a few months later, she gave birth to his son - Daniel.
We occasionally met in person, too, not too often, though. John's parents lived in my town, he would sometimes hang out with me after visiting them. We usually just sat at a local bar and talked about our past. I never got to see his place or his family, but I was fine with it. At least I was saved from a four-hour drive over to his place. I had no idea back then, that meeting his family for the first time would be one of the best experiences of my life.
John called me one day - his birthday was coming up and he invited me over for the weekend. He told me I could sleep over at his house, he seemed excited to finally introduce me to his family. I was skeptical at first ( again, it was a four-hour drive), but his enthusiasm managed to convince me. On the day of his birthday, I woke up early, packed my bag first, and headed to the shower. I wanted to be presentable and make a good first impression. When I stepped out of the hot cabin I saw my naked body in the mirror.
I'm 6'2, with a weight of about 220 pounds. I go to the gym regularly and take good care of my body, I also used to play a lot of sports throughout high school, which paid off. My chest is well-defined; I have strong biceps and thick forearms. But my favorite part about me is my hard six-pack and the sharp V-line trailing down to my crotch. I should also add that I'm not a fan of shaving my body; my chest and stomach are covered with brown hair, and so are my armpits. I do occasionally trim my pubes, though, but lately, I haven't had any luck in finding hookups, so I've let myself go in that department. I wasn't expecting any action at my friend's party either, so I've kept my pubes bushy this time. Now what I'm really proud of is what lies beneath my pubic bone. My flaccid uncut cock measures about 3,5 inches, but even when soft it's very thick. The real girth comes when I get hard, though, and at full mast, my manhood gets to about 8 inches long; not many can wrap their fingers fully around my circumference. When hard it sticks straight up, with little to no curve. My balls are proportional to my shaft, they're heavy and almost always hanging low. It's my pride and joy; I've never had any complaints. As for my facial features, I'd say I'm quite handsome. I have light blue eyes, plump lips, and a straight nose. My jaw is sharp and defined; in contrast to my body, I prefer to keep my brown hair short, rocking a buzz cut for the past few years. I keep my facial hair in check, too; that morning, I trimmed my beard and mustache to a shorter length.
I got dressed, put on some jeans and a basic white shirt, and left the house with my bag. It was time for a dreadful 4-hour drive to my friend's place, but at last, got there safely. I was the first person who arrived at the door, I rang the doorbell and waited. After a while, the door opened and stood before me was a young man, by my guess, John's son. He was tall, but not as tall as me, I'd say about 5'8. He had a skinny yet muscular body, his t-shirt hugging his lean body tightly. He had somewhat of a swimmer build. Medium-length, curly, light brown hair covered his forehead. His brown eyes were full of warmth, his lips big, almost feminine. He smiled at me, showing off dimples in his cheeks and also drawing my attention to his sharp jaw. "Hey, my name's Daniel," he said with a wide smile. "I'm Mat, your dad's friend... I" - "Oh yes, I've heard some stories about you, it's nice finally seeing you in person," he cut me off, leading the conversation. "Please, come in " - he added quickly. I just smiled and walked through the door. With the boy now turned away from me, I caught sight of his big ass covered by the tight material of his suit pants. Walking in, I saw the balloon-decorated house, the big living room with a couch where I'd spend the night. Daniel led me to the kitchen through a hallway; he stood next to his dad, announcing my arrival. I said hello to my friend and gave him a bear hug, wishing him a happy birthday.
The party was fine if a little boring. I talked to some people and finally got to meet John's wife. but I mostly felt like an outsider. The only thing that kept me entertained the whole time was Daniel. At first, he'd give me just some slight nervous peeks, his sight directed towards my body; whenever I'd reciprocate the looks, he'd just quickly look away. But after some time he got more daring. His eyes would trail downwards my body, heading towards my bulge. I was surprised at first, but I can't deny that the boy was hot. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't keep myself from being aroused by him. I decided to give him a bit of a show, spreading my legs apart a bit to give his vision access to my crotch. I think by then we both knew where this could go. For the first time the whole evening, he dared to look into my eyes, his gaze full of lust and mischief, but right after looking into my eyes, he just left, heading towards his room upstairs.
The guests left after midnight. I said good night to John and his wife and made my way to the living room where I was about to spend the night. I pulled out my Grey sweatpants and a T-shirt from my bag and headed toward the bathroom. I locked the door, stripped down, and turned on the shower. The warm water pouring down my tense body made me sigh with relief. I thought about what happened; I hadn't had sex in so long, and deep down, I was hoping for something more to happen, even though it was wrong.
When I finished cleaning up it was time to get dressed. I usually sleep fully naked, but tonight I had to adjust. I put on my Grey sweatpants; I thought it'd be a better option than sleeping in just my underwear at someone else's house. I decided against the T-shirt though; the night was too hot. I got out of the bathroom and made my way to the couch, already sweating from the temperature in the house. I laid down and pulled out my phone, browsing Instagram for a while before calling it a night. I covered myself with a blanket that John gave me, but the heat got to me, so I just ditched it, now lying on the couch half naked. Exhausted, I drifted off in just a few minutes.
A few hours later, my sleep was disturbed by a sound coming from the hallway. Someone was walking down the stairs slowly, wanting to make as little sound as possible. I laid still, just listening to the noise, which got closer with every passing second. I opened my eyes halfway to see what was happening. I saw a shadow standing in the doorframe, facing me. In the faint moonlight, I barely recognized the shape of Daniel. I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to be fast asleep; my heart started to pound heavier in my chest, and I got excited about what was about to happen next. He stood there for what seemed like a minute, just staring in my direction, I didn't dare to move a single muscle. Then I heard his lightweight footsteps coming closer to me. He walked over to the couch and knelt next to my body. Suddenly I felt one of his hands wrapping my forearm, the other quickly grabbing my mouth. I opened my eyes and flinched, Daniel let go of my arm and put a finger over his mouth, signaling for me to be quiet. I just stared into his eyes and nodded; a mischievous smile was now spread across his cute face. "I've seen the way you look at me sir." - he whispered with a grin. He shifted the grip of his hand upward on my forearm, now reaching my biceps, gently squeezing it, and feeling my muscles.
-" Let me make you feel good, sir; just relax." - he added. My eyes widened with excitement, my heart bumping loudly in my chest. He let go of my mouth, now grabbing the waistband of my sweats and playing with the strings. He looked into my eyes and waited for my consent, I responded with a slow nod.
He now shifted the attention to my bare chest, his hands slowly sliding over my pecs. His fingers caressed my body hair, and his soft palms then moved lower towards my abs. He kept exploring them with a soft touch, admiring me. I could now feel the blood rushing to my cock, quickly getting stiff, increasing the pressure of my head pushing against the grey material. I guess Daniel noticed my arousal because his hands quickly glided down towards my crotch, now pulling down at the waistband. My hard cock sprung free from the restraint, hitting my lower stomach with great force, making a slapping sound. Even in the dark, I noticed that Daniels's eyes widened at the sight of my fully erect manhood; the familiar feeling of pride washed over me. I pushed my hips upwards to allow him to slide my sweats down to my knees. I felt fully exposed now, feeling the air on my cock.
"Your cock is huge..." - Daniel whispered, visibly amused by my size. "Well," - I said quietly - "it's all yours, boy." The boy now got up from the floor and laid down on the couch in front of me, spreading my knees to the side. He licked his lips, and for the first time, I felt his hand wrapping around my stiff member... he could barely fit me in his grip. I've never been so aroused in my life; if I didn't control myself, I would've come on his face right then.
He just slowly played with my cock, tugging on it and pulling down my foreskin, revealing the precum formed underneath. He lowered his face to my dick, the anticipation sent a shiver down my spine, my shaft twitching against my will. That's when I finally felt his soft lips wrapping tightly around my member. The warmth enveloped my head, his slick tongue licking and spreading all my precum. I let out a moan... too loud, I thought; the next sound that formed was a low, quiet growl. The slickness and softness of his mouth were driving me insane; if him just licking my head was already making me want to bust so hard, I couldn't wait for what was about to happen next. And what happened next... did not dissappoint me. His lips bobbed slowly up and down my shaft, shallow at first, but the boy was eager for more. I felt more of my head entering the warm embrace of his mouth, my foreskin now pulling back with each downward movement of his head. And then my tip felt a barrier, I hit the back of his throat. You see, with my size, I'm not used to going past that barrier... I thought that was the limit of Daniel's abilities. I just enjoyed what I got, constantly hitting that spot, only about half of my shaft encased in the warmth. But then it happened... with one more forceful bob of his head the tight spot opened up a bit. My thick head slid down the opening into an even tighter throat. I made a primal sound coming deep from within my chest, shocked by the feeling. That was only the sample of Daniels's abilities; only about more than half of my shaft made its way into his mouth. He quickly moved up to the tip again letting go of my manhood for a short bit. A string of saliva connecting my body to his. He made his way down again -slower this time, first the tip...halfway down...the tight spot again.. and then it happened. His throat opened up again. I thrusted my hips lightly upwards, and my shaft buried to the hilt inside his tight throat.
I couldn't control myself, I let out a moan and buckled my hips. I could feel the tight walls of his throat completely encasing my member with warmth. Daniel's lips were now wrapped tightly around the base of my penis, his nose buried in my bushy pubes. He held his head in place and started swallowing against my shaft, massaging me with the walls of his throat. I couldnt take it anymore, the feeling was too much to handle. "I'm about to cum boy." - I whispered as I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. He answered with a slight bobbing of his head, pushing his nose even further down my pubes. I released all my pent up frustration then, my cock twitching as I let out a growl, shooting rope after rope of hot semen down his stomach. At first, he tried to swallow the cum, but the sheer ammount of it made him choke. He gagged against my dick, sending a wave of shivers down my body. He quickly retracted my manhood from his throat, and with a twitch, I shot a rope of cum on his face, the next rope landing on my abs and chest. It was a never-ending flow of jizz, too much for the poor boy. The orgasm eventually came to an end, I laid there breathing heavily with my eyes closed. When I calmed down, I opened them and saw Daniel still holding on to my now softening penis. His face had a line of cum trailing from his top lip all the way to his forehead. There was cum all over my abs, nestled between the bumps of my muscles. Daniel looked up at me and smiled, he then took off the cumshot from his face and put it in his mouth. "What a mess" - he whispered, "I'll have to clean you up now..." - "May take a while." - he added, grinning at me.
I was so spent by then that I just put my hands behind my head, giving my boy a show of my armpits. He got to work, slowly licking off every last drop of the cumshot from my body. His slick wet tongue moving between my abs, caressing my body hair. When he was finished cleaning me off he took my now soft member down his mouth again. Even now my flaccid Dick filled his mouth almost to full. He traced his tongue around my head and sucked for the last time, pulling my foreskin up with his lips, and letting go with a pop. He looked up at my body again and then pulled my sweatpants up over my crotch. He swiftly left from between my legs and made his way out of the living room, quietly climbing up the stairs.
I couldn't believe what just happened, I couldn't sleep for the next twenty minutes just thinking about it, but eventually I drifted off.
