On the drive home from work, I knew I’d fucked up. I mean it wasn’t the first time in my life that I had two relationships going on at the same time. But it was always two high-school girls where I might be transitioning from one to the other. You know, like handing off a baton in a relay race. This was different. Very different. I was a few months away from giving an engagement ring to my (hopefully) future wife Susan, and now I’d had a sexual encounter with a cute twink just out of high school. My first time with a male and the first time I’d ever thought of the idea. I was a star athlete and a top-10 student in high school. In a very small town, no less. My friends and family finding out I’d been with a guy, an 18-year-old kid to be exact, was not on my to-do list.
At the same time, I questioned my own sexuality. What made me do what I just did? I’d never had any interest in men or cock. Not once. I had nothing against gay people. It just wasn’t something that ever pushed my buttons. I just never thought about it. Even looking at porn on the Internet or in movies, cock was just a tool needed to do the m/f work, so to speak.
Yet, 45 minutes earlier I was on my knees with a 9 inch cock in my mouth not wanting to let it out of my mouth - until I sucked every drop of cum out of it. I didn’t even know the guy an hour earlier. Worse yet, I didn’t know if he had even turned 18, even though he was working a summer job to go to college. Maybe he was still 17 and the next thing I know his parents (or worse) are showing up at my door in an hour. What the hell was I thinking?
Maybe I was just trying to make sure I really wanted to be married to a female for the next 50 years, I don’t know. Sowing my wild(er) oats with a guy. No, that wasn’t it. I wasn’t even thinking about cock in any way until I saw this kid coming naked out of a shower at work with a cock that would have fetched him a job in the porn industry – gay or straight. Maybe it was how cute he was with no clothes on. Well, forget the reason because I don’t know what made me do what I did…and it really doesn’t matter at this point.
In addition to knowing that I’d fucked up, on the way home I realized I still had my own erection that hadn’t been relieved. I’d never fingered or eaten pussy without making sure I got myself off at the same time. This was a first. Pleasuring my first teen twink and I still have a hardon? WTF? So, I’m debating to jack it off while driving 50mph, or waiting until I get home. I’ve done it before. I decided to wait, but it wasn’t easy. I parked my car, ran to my bedroom, fingered my ass, and jacked as hard and as fast as I could. All the time I’m remembering my mouth around Brian’s hot cock and my hands on his very hot ass. It was a hot cum session and I shot a huge load!
And then after cleaning up, I remembered AGAIN that I was in deep, deep you-know-what. I’d already told Brian after getting him off that this was a first for me and, most importantly, a one-time thing. Not that I didn’t like it, because I did. Actually, I REALLY did. The feel of a cock in my mouth was and is something I’ll never forget. But Susan was the most important thing in my life and I wasn’t going to do anything to fuck that up. He said he understood…but then he asked me to come to his apartment two nights from now to talk about our “relationship.” Relationship? I just gave you a blowjob and swallowed most of your cum. And now you want a “relationship”?
I decided I wouldn’t go to his apartment. He’d get the message that I had no interest in anything more than what we’d already done. He’d understand that my commitment was to Susan and he’d move on to other guys. Yeah, right! I’ve tried that with girls in high school and that NEVER worked. The more you ignore them, the more they are going to make your life a living hell. I had a feeling Brian, although nice this time, might me in that same category. So, I decided I’d avoid him at work for two days and then go to his apartment on Thursday night, have a friendly chat, and we’d agree it was a one-night stand. And then we’d both get on with our lives. Honestly, even though I’d only been with him for less than an hour total, he seemed nice, friendly, maybe trustworthy and not one to want to cause me trouble. Even though I kind of caused this myself.
For the next two days I was mostly able to avoid Brian at work. I did run into him in the break room a couple of times. We spoke and that was the extent of it. He did say “we’re still on for Thursday night at my apartment, right?” I said yes, but I really wanted to find a way out of it. And what did he mean by “we’re still on…?” ON? Fuck.
Two nights later and a shower after work, I’ve got the address and I’m on my way to his apartment. Speech memorized to make sure I get in and out in 15 minutes, or less. Any more time than that was just extra conversation that wasn’t going to make any difference. I wanted to tell him the, the…hell, what was it? It wasn’t a date, a rendezvous, or a tryst. What the hell was it? It was a one-time blowjob, plain and simple. Yeah, I enjoyed it and I know he sure did. But guys at gloryholes basically do what I did. I just happened to know whose cock I was sucking. That was the only real difference. I have a serious girlfriend who will be my fiancé in a few months and soon after that my wife. Why are we talking about “where we take our relationship next?”
I got myself into this situation. I’m the only one who can get myself out of it.
I got to his apartment went up a flight of stairs and rang the doorbell at #269. No joke, that was the apartment number. 2 6 9. Not a good sign! My legs were as wobbly as they were when I took the towel down to his naked body in the shower room at work. Nervous doesn’t even come close to how I felt. But this was the only way I was going to end this…this whatever he thought it was.
When he opened the door, oh fuck, he was almost naked. All he had on was a pair of lacy white “boy shorts.” Not really panties, but not regular shorts either. I only know they are called “boy shorts” because that’s what Susan wore. They are sexy as hell on her and, yeah, sexy on him, too. As before, his body was virtually hairless. With his long blonde hair falling down past his shoulders, he could have passed for a girl in a lot of situations. A twink for sure. His pink nipples stood out from his perfectly hairless chest. And his slender creamy white legs falling out from under the boy shorts were simply beautiful. I love legs on girls. But I have to admit, his sexy legs looked as good as any girl’s I’ve ever seen. I won’t lie, I felt my cock move even though that was not why I was there. I was there to end this…well, whatever this was.
I could see his cock was semi-hard and pushing hard against his boy shorts. This wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought. How can I sit there talking with him while looking at his beautiful body wrapped only in, basically, sheer white panties? How was I supposed to know that he wasn’t going to be dressed in a way that we could talk without these major distractions? But it had to be done and I had to be the adult in the room, even though I was only 4 years older than him.
As we went to sit down, he tried to kiss me.
“No, no Brian. No kissing. Let’s just talk. Okay?
“Yeah, okay Mark.” I didn’t think you’d mind.”
“Brian, it’s not that. But I was pretty clear about what happened the other night in the shower room. It truly was the first and only time I’ve ever done anything like that with another man, or teenager in your case. I’d say I don’t know what came over me – and maybe I really don’t - and yeah I have to admit I really enjoyed what we did. Or I guess I should say what I did to you. By the way, are you 18? I probably should have already asked you that, but I have been a little worried about that. Even though I’m probably 4 years older than you, I want to make sure you are at least 18.
“Yeah, Mark. I turned 18 a week before I started my summer job at the plant. You can’t work there unless you are 18. So, I’m legal if that’s what you’re asking, ha-ha.”
“Okay, that’s good to know Brian, ha-ha. Didn’t want your parents showing up at my home asking me why I molested you.”
“Do you think you molested me Mark?”
“Well, geez, I don’t think so but only you can answer that Brian. I think we both enjoyed our time together. But being 4 years older than you, I should have known better. I still don’t know what made me do what I did. I’d never had a gay or bisexual thought in my head in my entire 22 years.”
“Mark, I won’t say all guys, but I would say most guys think about being with a man even a few times in their lives, even if they won’t admit it. I’ve found guys a lot older than you that have propositioned me even when I wasn’t of legal age. Most of them were married guys or guys about to be engaged like you are.” I’m exclusively gay, but I’m turned on by all handsome men straight or bi…men like you Mark.”
“Well, I’m flattered Brian. Truly. But I can’t do that again. It wouldn’t be fair to Susan – the nicest girl I’ve ever met. It wouldn’t be fair to you either. I don’t really know you, but you seem nice, too. If I wasn’t so attached to Susan, I’d probably want to see you again after how good I felt the other night.
If I hadn’t been late that night and I hadn’t brought you that towel to dry off, none of this would have ever happened. We wouldn’t be talking about this. I wouldn’t have seen your perfect cock and I wouldn’t have wound up on my knees with your cock and balls in my mouth…and my hands on your perfect ass.”
“Mark, listen, let me clear that up for you. I had 3 dry towels in my locker the other night. I purposely waited to come out of the shower nude when everyone else had gone. I’d been trying to set that up from the first time I saw you at work. But either you were already gone, or other guys were still showering. It was only that night that it worked out where I could walk out naked with a hard cock so that you could see me – just the two of us. That’s when I asked if you had a towel I could borrow. Now, sure, I didn’t know how you would react, but it wasn’t an accident. I even stroked myself in the shower so that you would see as much of my cock as possible. I first saw you a few weeks ago in the breakroom and I had to have you. Or at least try. Your body, your strong arms, your fabulous legs, your green eyes, your dark hair were all I’ve been thinking about since that first time. I hope you’re not mad that I tricked you into that situation. I’ve never met someone like you that I found so incredibly manly, so incredibly sexy after one look.”
“As I said that night, I don’t want to come between you and Susan, but I really want to make love to you. More than once. It doesn’t have to be a “forever” situation, but I need you at least until I go back to college this fall. I know we can do this – if you want that – and still remain friends when we have to split up this fall.”
“Oh Brian. You’re gorgeous. You’re beautiful. You’re sexy. You turn me on in a way that I can’t explain. Everything about you is hot. Your hair, your eyes, your lips, your nipples, your ass, your legs, your PANTIES really turn me on. I love your smooth body. Love it. But trust me, it never works out like that. You’re 18, I know you know you can’t just split up like that without someone being hurt. Right now we had 15 minutes of sexual lust, sexual passion, whatever you want to call it, and we hit it off. I loved getting you off. I loved swallowing your cock, your cum, and holding your perfect little ass. Your ass…well, I’ve dreamed about it since that night.
But it never works out in the end. It will always be “just one more time.” I know because I’ve had several girlfriends tell me the same thing. And then they wind up hating me when I move on to someone else. Every time.”
It was then when Brian stood up and removed his boy shorts allowing his cock and balls to fall free.
“Mark, please, let’s make love. I told you I owed you a blowjob the other day and I want to do it. I want to make you feel as good as I felt the other night. If after we go to bed and I get you off and you don’t ever want to come back, I’ll be fine with that. Just a blowjob…nothing else. I just really need to know what it feels like to have you in my mouth and my hands on YOUR ass.”
Looking at his beautiful member hanging low and his panties on the floor and those sexy, sexy legs gave me the same feeling I had when I saw him in the shower room a few nights earlier. The same wobbly knees and my cock pushing against my Levis. Oh fuck. Oh double fuck.
I picked up his small naked body in my arms and I carried him like I was carrying a bride across a wedding threshold. We went to his bedroom. I was beyond hard. He put his arms around my neck and we kissed all the way. His kiss was, well, better than the first kiss we had the first time. His tongue in my mouth and his arms around my neck was as sexual as it gets.
The problem was I didn’t want him to suck me as much as I wanted to have his perfect cock in my throat again. Man, this wasn’t going the way I planned. Even more, what I really wanted to do was rim this little sweet fuck as deep as I could go into his ass. I knew he would like it. Susan loved it and I was sure I could make him feel the same way. When I carried him into the bedroom gently in my arms with our tongues fighting each other’s mouth, I told him what I wanted to do to his sweet teen body.
“Brian, I want to put my tongue and my mouth in your ass as far as it will go. Your creamy, white ass is so perfect. I want to rim you like you’ve never been rimmed before.”
“Oh fuck yeah, Dad. All day waiting for you, I was hoping you would do that to me.”
I’ve never been called Dad before and I was only 4 years older than him. What the hell? But at that point, I didn’t give a damn and I didn’t ask any questions. I just wanted his ass in my mouth as far as I could get it. Yeah, this was screwing with the whole purpose of my visit, but at that point my cock didn’t care and neither did I.
I removed his arms from my shoulder and gently laid him face down on the bed. What I saw was absolute perfection. Perfectly smooth skin, long blonde hair falling down over his back, his skin actually as soft as a baby’s. Just touching his back was such a turn on. Then I noticed his bottom. His cheeks. His perfect ass. God, I was looking at ass heaven.
At that point, I KNEW why I loved this 18-year-old kid more than I should have. His body looked just exactly like Susan’s. From the back he looked so much like her. If his hair had been brown instead of blonde, I would have been certain I was fucking Susan. An exact twin in so many ways. Soft, smooth, hairless, with a perfect ass. I just gazed at his perfection for a few seconds before I started to enjoy what was to come next.
I slowly moved my face down to his ass cheeks. Slow motion slowly, or so it seemed. I’ve never seen any other ass so beautiful. I took both of my hands and slowly used them to spread his glistening white ass cheeks as far as I could to show his pink boy pussy. I slid my tongue out as far as I could and I slid it into this boy’s ass as far as I could after spitting my saliva into his gorgeous hole. I licked his ass until I almost came myself.
At the same time, Brian raised his ass and his body to meet every thrust of my tongue. As my tongue went down and into this boy, his ass went up and out to meet my tongue. In perfect unison each time. His moans told me that he was in ecstasy. So was I. I’ve rimmed many girls, but I’ve never tongue-fucked any of them like I did this teen twink. His pink pussy tasted so good. I did not want to stop loving his perfect pink hole.
As I saw him moaning, I took my hand to reach under him to stroke his stiff cock. I loved having my tongue in his ass and my hand on his cock. I whispered in his ear to tell him I loved him.
He said, “I love you too, Dad. It feels so good the way you make love to me.”
I still didn’t know why he called me Dad, but I wasn’t in the mood to ask.
It was at this point I thought he was going to cum in my hand.
“Dad, stop. I want to go down on your cock and then I want to fuck you before I shoot my load.”
“Brian, I’d love to feel your mouth on my cock, but I’ve never been fucked by a man before. And I’ve never even had a dildo in my ass as big as your cock. I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”
“Don’t worry, Dad.” By the time I’m ready to fuck you, you’ll be ready and you’ll want more of my cock before we’re done.”
Brian flipped me over, kissed me deeply with his lips and tongue, and went down on my cock. No girl, not even Susan, put their mouth around my cock like he did. Firm and hard like I wanted it. Most girls just did it to be polite. Not Brian. He did it because HE wanted it. He kept bobbing up and down on my cock while fondling my balls. Heaven. I’d never felt so good in a long time. It’s one thing to jack your own cock. It’s a lot different to have another man do it.
He stopped just as I was getting near orgasm. Then he moved his face down to my ass slit and started getting it as wet as he could. A bit fearful of his 9 inch cock, I wasn’t sure I wanted what was coming next. But he was, so to speak, in too deep for me to ask him to stop. When the head of his cock touched my ass, I thought I was going to cum right then. But I held it. He moved down to kiss me while he gently slid more of his cock into me. Having his tongue in my mouth with his rock hard cock in my ass was something I still get off thinking about to this day.
Before long he was punishing me. Hard. Grunting even. Or was that me grunting? Fuck, I’m not sure. I now think I know what it might be like to be forcibly raped. But I was only being raped to the extent that I wanted this lovely twink to fuck the hell out of me. I didn’t care if he was raping my ass.
Finally, I felt his wet thick cum flooding my own manpussy. Buckets of it. Or so it seemed. It felt like the contents of 10 cans of soda. Man, that’s a feeling you should get every day.
Fuck, I loved this kid for doing this to me. For those few minutes, I forgot all about Susan, the gay/bi taboo of my upbringing, friends finding out…etc. I just didn’t care. The feeling of man sex was that good.
And then he kissed me full and deep on the lips.
“That was great Dad. I think I’m falling in love with you.”
FUCK! It was then I remembered why I came to his apartment. “Dammit, Mark. You stupid fuck. You come here to tell this kid you can’t see him again and you wind up getting fucked. Sure, it felt awesome to get fucked by this boy, but that’s not why you came here, you dumbass. And now he tells you he’s falling in love with you.”
I was already figuratively fucked before I went to Brian’s apartment.
But now I’ve been literally fucked by this lovely teenager in white lacy boy panties with a to-die-for 9 inch cock. I am truly fucked.
And here’s the thing…it’s only going to get worse…much worse.
