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Thursday, 8 January 2015

Sleeping Straight Stanley




Sleeping Straight Stanley
By Adam

MM/NC/sleep/alcohol/oral/first-time

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This is my first story. If you enjoyed it or have any feedback, feel free to drop me a message at AdamCizza@gmail.com
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Back in college, I ran with a group of guys. We all played volleyball together, mostly for fun but sometimes competitively too. I had great friendships with all of them. However, I only ever had fun with one of them. His name was Stanley.

Stan was an all around hot guy in my books. He was tall and tanned with a good build. I've seen him with his shirt off many times, and the boy had some defined muscles. Though he was still more on the lean side rather than bulky, Stanley had a cute boyish face, with spiky black hair and a slightly crooked brilliant smile. His tan went over real nice on his face, giving him a smooth complexion that complemented his dark features. He wasn't stupid in terms of book smarts and was getting decent grades, but I always considered him a bit of a lovable oaf. He was just playful, friendly and just liked to chill out and have fun without the need for deep conversations. He definitely had the looks and built and cleaned up real well to look the part of a real charmer.

Unfortunately, the ladies loved flirting with him and hanging out with him... but nothing more. He always complained that girls thought he was too much of a friend to date. I felt the same way, Stanley easily got me hard with his usual attire of baggy white shorts and a t-shirt, but I couldn't see myself in a long term serious relationship with him. It didn't matter anyway, the boy was straight as can be, and he constantly pined for girls all through college.

About one month after I met Stan, our group of friends decided to go on a road trip to crash the wedding of one of the guy's cousins. Stanley showed up in what I was beginning to recognize as his trademark loose white shorts. I didn't make anything of it at first and was just excited about the trip. Since there were five of us, Myself, Stanley and one of our buddies crammed ourselves in the back seat with Stan sitting in the middle.

Three hours later and half dozed, I found myself not so excited any more. I was feeling bored, uncomfortable and a little carsick as Stan quietly snoozed beside me. With nothing else to do I found my gaze drawn to the male specimen beside me. I never realized what a good body Stan had before! His right hand was across his thigh and his tight t-shirt concealed half of his bicep. Though he was hunched over, his stomach was still completely flat and moving slightly to the rhythm of his breathing. Stanley's legs were tanned and smooth, with thick hair growing mostly only below his knee. The leg of his shorts further from me was flat against Stan's thigh, but the leg on my side gaped away from his muscular thigh. I looked further up and saw the reason why and suddenly felt heat flush up to my face. His shorts were on high enough for Stan's thick meat and balls to go entirely down one leg of his shorts in his sleep! The huge lump of flesh mere inches above the gape in his shorts-leg pushed it open, away from his thigh. My cock shot up and got impossibly hard within my jeans almost instantly. How could I not have noticed how totally hot Stan was before? I didn't know if he was wearing underwear or not, but it was obvious that Stan's bulge would be visible up the leg of his shorts to anyone in front of him. I squirmed and tried to manoeuvre myself into a position to look up his shorts but there wasn't any room. I finally slumped back feeling very frustrated. My cock was still throbbing in my jeans and I could feel the warmth of Stanley's thigh where it touched my leg. I kept thinking that I was touching a part of his body only inches away from his package, I wanted to leap on top of him right there! Eventually accepting defeat, I tried to convince myself that I would never get a chance with Stanley and to accept it. Luckily, I was wrong and that chance would come the very next day.

We made it to the wedding right on time the following evening. My other friend Nick congratulated his cousin and caught up with his family. He returned to us with good news. His Dad had offered to put us up at his place for the week so Nick could spend some more time with his family and also show us his home town. I looked around for Stanley, he was chatting up a girl. He seemed especially bold seeing as he had had quite a lot to drink at the actual ceremony. The girl seemed equally warm to Stanley at first, but didn't hesitate to leave when her ride arrived. I silently cursed her. Flashing back to Stanley's ample bulge in his white shorts the day before, I was pissed that she could have easily have had all that but chose to give it up! I certainly wouldn't pass up on an opportunity with him. My vow to give up on Stanley the day before had been ineffective; he looked hot as hell even in a more formal outfit and his hair neatly combed.

We went back to Nick's old home after the wedding. I quickly volunteered to join Nick and Stanley in Nick's old room, while the other two guys would sleep in the guest room. Nick's Dad and Sister got out some beers for us and all seven of us sat around and chatted for a while. Stanley looked completely gone after just two cans. It was clear that he already had too much to drink at the wedding itself. As a few of the guys turned in for the night, everyone laughingly agreed that Stan should call it a day too. He reluctantly stumbled to Nick's room to sleep it off. The next thing I knew, I hazily awoke and looked at the clock on the mantel, it was 3:30am! Nick, his sister and myself had stayed to chat in the living room and I must have dozed off. I got up and noticed that they had both suffered the same fate. Nick was asleep on the recliner while his Sister lay snoring on the couch. I decided to leave them be and went into Nick's room to get some proper sleep.

I opened he door and was harshly jolted awake by the sight! Stanley lay shirtless on the bed with the covers to the side, he was still in his jeans from the evening. His lean body glistened in the moonlight and he looked completely out of it. I silently shut the door as my hands started to tremble. Nick was dozing happily in the living room, it would just be Stanley and me in the room for the night!

I thought of all the times I had seen Stanley before. I had seen him in jeans, in shorts, even in his swim trunks; but I had never once seen him naked. It wasn't until the previous day and my glimpse at the outline of Stan's manhood that I had began to view him in a sexual light. I don't know why I hadn't noticed sooner. Looking at him on the bed, his cute face was illuminated by the moonlight, his abs showed on his thin waist even though he was completely relaxed while some hair trailed down from his navel into his jeans where the waistband of his briefs was visible. He was perfect! I recalled his thick bulge from before, it was laid out right before me. I imagined what it would be like to get Stanley hard, to suck him till he couldn't hold his load any more. I couldn't take it any longer!

I told myself, "Fuck it! Let him get up and beat me senseless, I have to have him!"

Crawling into bed beside Stan, I observed his face carefully. His white teeth were visible in his slightly open mouth as he breathed in and out slowly. He looked like he was in deep sleep. I gently scooted down and put my hand on his stomach, feeling his tight abs. Trailing downward, I gasped as my palm cupped the bulge in the front of his jeans. I couldn't really make anything out, but the contours of Stan's manhood was definitely firmly pushing up against my palm from under his jeans. I carefully unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zip down, exposing the crotch of a pair of grey briefs. I looked up, Stanley hadn't moved and was still breathing slowly. I inhaled deeply and mustered the courage to firmly tug on his jeans. They came down easier than expected because the front was open. I pulled them down about five inches till they reached the middle of Stanley's thighs. His briefs looked a little tighter and harder to get off. His sack made the bottom of his briefs bulge out. There was a ridge of slightly loose fabric leading away from it, which must have been Stan's cock, pointed upwards. I squeezed it lightly, making out the shaft and the head which was completely soft. My heart was pounding, I was so turned on! I brought my face up towards his crotch and leaned my cheek lightly against it. I could make out each of Stan's two balls held in place by his briefs. Looking up again to make sure he was still out, I gingerly hooked both my hands under the waistband and peeled down Stanley's briefs.

They were so tight I think I must have spent fifteen minutes slowly inching them down trying not to wake Stanley. I got them around his mid thighs, like his jeans. My heart pounded hard and a lump sagged in my throat when I saw Stan's bare dick. His balls were medium sized and kind of loose, his creased sack was tanned just like him and a little moist with sweat. Stan was uncut, foreskin covered half of his cock head. His cock was average in length but thick and drooped heftily on his balls. Trying to get Stan hard, I held his cock with three fingers and began to massage the underside of the head. His foreskin made it pretty easy to slide my fingers up and down. My eyes were on Stan's face the whole time, I was prepared to duck to the floor if he started to wake up. I could still feel the contours of his glans under my fingers. Feeling no reaction, I squeezed a little more firmly and quickened my rubbing. My gaze still glued to his face, I thought I felt Stan's cock throb. It still remained soft. Then, it throbbed again but this time, I felt it get thicker beneath my fingertips. My fingers felt stone cold, I was so nervous Stan would be able to feel them and wake up. His eyes remained closed as his cock throbbed a few more times and became rigid between my fingers as I stroked. I swooned and almost passed out. Staring into his cute face, I was feeling all that this swell guy had to offer!

I looked down to see my handiwork. Stan's cock was completely hard and a respectable six inches. It was entirely straight, just like he was. I wrapped my whole hand around his cock, feeling the hard and warm flesh against my palm. I cupped his sack lightly with my other hand and felt his firm balls under the loose skin. Still cupping his sack, I began to stroke up and down the length of his shaft. I looked back up at his face. Stan was breathing a little heavier than before. No way he was awake because the guy was straight as an arrow, but he was definitely feeling the pleasure I was giving him.

After about five dizzying minutes of pumping this stud, I started to notice that Stan's breathing was now so heavy his stomach was noticeably rising and falling. More sweat had started to form on his chest too. I let go of his now throbbing cock and took a deep breath. With one final glance to make sure he was still asleep, I lowered my head to his groin. I had never sucked cock before that moment. So I tried to think of what I would like someone to do to me as I wrapped my lips around the head of Stan's manhood. I used the tip of my tongue to probe under his foreskin and run along the underside of the head. His cock throbbed as I flicked my tongue along it. I tried to take the whole thing, but only about the top three inches would fit comfortably in my mouth. I bobbed up and down this straight stud's pole and felt his cock throb again. I tasted something sweet in my mouth. My buddy Stanley had just leaked some pre-cum into my mouth! I briefly stopped and checked on him. Stan's mouth was now opened a little more and he was breathing very deeply. I resumed sucking on his cock, it felt even harder than before. I could feel the veins on Stan's shaft throbbing as my lips moved up and down along it. I tasted even more pre-cum and knew this young athlete wouldn't be able to last much longer.

I cupped his balls again and started playing with them as I increased my pace on his shaft. I darted my eyes up as I sucked and saw Stanley's mouth hanging open beyond his stomach, which was quickly rising and falling. Stan grunted in his sleep, but I was too horny to stop now. I had to make this hot stud cream! I pressed my lips down harder and went as fast as I could, tasting the pre-cum Stan produced as I sucked. I could feel his balls tightening against his body in my hand. I wrapped my other hand around his shaft and pumped as I focused my sucking purely on the head. Stan grunted again, hard! His cock got impossibly rigid in my hand. I could see Stan's dark brows furrow as his thighs tensed up under me. His cock throbbed violently; a jet of cum hit the back of my throat, then another, then another! He cringed and groaned, another sweet-tasting shot hit my throat. It was too much, a ton of Stanley's cum leaked out the sides of my mouth. I removed my lips from his cock and watched the final two weak shots spurt from his dick head and run down his shaft.

I couldn't even think straight, my head was spinning and my body trembling all over. I looked down at the utter mess. There was cum all over his balls and in his pubes! I panicked, I ran out of the room to the bathroom with the taste of Stanley's seed still in my mouth. Pulling myself together, I got a towel and returned to clean him up. Stan was still asleep and his breathing had returned to normal. I put his briefs and jeans back on, careful not to touch his now soft cock too much in case it was still sensitive. I then threw the towel in the hamper and returned to the bathroom for the hugest wank of my life. I must have cum within ten seconds! After I cleaned up, I went back to sleep in the living room where Nick and his Sister were still out like lights.

The next morning, I got up early. The few guys who were already up made breakfast. Stan got up a couple of hours later, he had a hangover and laughed that we all fell asleep in the living room. He seemed to have no clue about what had happened during the night. Nothing else ever happened between me and Stanley, but I'll always remember that night as the hottest of my life. He still bulged alluringly in his white shorts all throughout college, I even managed to actually get a glimpse at his briefs up his shorts a few times after that. Every time I do, my cock gets rock hard and I smile to myself knowing that I wanked, blew and made this straight stud cream.

Saturday, 3 January 2015

A Little Story

 
This story has been copied from  http://hot-sleeping-guys.tumblr.com
with thanks to the original unknown author.
 
 
I’ve always have this curiosity and deep interest in penis. I’ve never consider my self as gay, so did my friends. I’ve always have a chance to have my friends slept over at my place. Luckily, they were deep sleepers.

My first encounters on touching dick in sleep was about 2 years ago, of which I regret it, I could’ve started it about 5 years ago. Let’s call my first encounters as Anzo, he was an athlete with lean muscle and always wanted to show off his nice six pack. I didn’t invited him to stay at my place, he asked me for it. He said he had some arguments with his girlfriend, so we had some beers that night.

We went to bed very late, and fortunately Anzo was a deep sleeper plus he was drunk. I can’t resist to touched his arms and stomach. Oh, I was very horny that night and very alert. It was the first time in my life I touched someone so tenderly. He has a very hard abs. I continued to touch his boxer, trying to find out where the dragon laid. It was not too hard to feel the bulge of his penis. His penis was not as big as I thought it would be, but I was still wondering of how it might look. This curiosity of his penis had beat my fear of him waking up, so I pulled his boxer off, carefully. He was still asleep.
I could see it clearly. His circumcised dick, hanging there, when my hand was on his balls. Flaccid, almost as big as mine (the difference is I’m uncut). I didn’t know what was going on, maybe because I was very horny, I then swallowed it. I was a great pleasure, to have penis on my mouth for the first time. I enjoyed playing his head with my tounge. And he was still asleep. My heart beat like it was going to popped out of my chest. I was so afraid that he was going to wake up, but I can’t resist the feeling of his dick getting hard on my mouth. The best feeling ever.

It was pretty big, and really hard. It was like a strong wooden statute. I wanted to suck him off and feel my mouth with his cum, but my heart just pounded more intensively, so I choose to put his boxer back on, and played his dick as I pretending to be asleep. I love playing with his dick’s head. I rubbed his boxer and move my thumb up and down of his dick’s head. As it got more intensive, I pulled my cock’s out and put it on Anzo’s hand. Feels so great. I played his dick with my both hands.
I kept rubbing his head over and over again. He seemed to enjoyed it. His dick would reacted to my intense rubbing. I didn’t know if he was awake, I didn’t care, I just wanted to make him cum. As long as I heard his snoring, I kept rubbing his head. And he did came. I heard his snoring was paused for a second and replaced with low “aah”, and I can see his sperm tried to cum out of his boxer. After he came, he changed his position, facing me. Snoring still. It didn’t take too long for me to finished my self off. I came too, as I kissed his lips.

The next morning just another morning for us. We went to campus together. He didn’t mentioned anything about the last night, nor did I. Maybe he didn’t feel anything or just didn’t want me to know that he also enjoyed it. But Anzo was the first men for me to touched which followed by so many more which I would like to share. There is no feeling on earth like fondling a straight guy penis while they’re sleeping.

 

Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Once in a Lifetime Chance by kewtieboy

The Once in a Lifetime Chance
by kewtieboy

Mm/alcohol/sleep/nc/incest



Our respective families had to know we were gay. We had lived together for a number of years but the subject was never really discussed. I was now in my forties and my partner on his thirties. Though my family were grown up and my sisters both had children and, even grandchildren, my partner's sister had two boys from a now finished marriage. They had been a little out of control as they grew up but now, as they got older, their relationship with each other was becoming more hostile.

Peter had just turned 18, older by two years than his younger brother Louis. Where Louis was shorter and slightly stockier, Peter was a slim, blonde haired beauty. They were both a bit rough around the edges and both at that hormonal stage. Peter was always boasting about “getting to second base” with this girl or that. His younger brother sullenly ignored him and I assumed that he wasn't getting anything and grudged what his brother was seemingly enjoying.

Other than admiring Peter, that was it as far as any sexual interest went. The “family” thing kicks in and you don't really think of them sexually, or shouldn't. Things changed, however.

My partner's sister had met a guy and wanted to have a night away with him. She asked if we could take the boys for the night as she didn't trust them at the house. We decided to turn in into a “boy's night in” and get and watch a movie, have a meal and have a drink. The guys seemed quite keen and we arranged for it to happen.

The night went well though Louis sat on his own sulking, again. He was given a Coke and Peter was allowed a couple of beers. My partner and I had some business issues and were constantly being called away with phone calls and we left the boys for a number of short periods together, watching the television. Eventually we settled down and I was aware the boys looked a little drunk. Louis was asleep on one couch and Peter, ever the livelier one, was quite hyperactive and chatty on the other. My partner was oblivious to this and as he had been mixing beer and wine, quickly dozed off on the chair.

Eventually my partner told me to lock up and crawled off to bed. I was stuck with his two nephews. I realised that Louis had been topping up his Coke with vodka and Peter had been helping himself to my beers. With Louis still passed out on the other sofa, I sat with Peter when he asked if I had any porn. I said I had some and he asked to see it. I put a straight DVD in the player and we both sat to watch it. The guy in it had a big cock and was stroking it up and down on the girls arse crack.

That's hard to do,” he said.

What?” I replied.

Fuck someone in the arse. It's quite tight and really difficult but good once you get going.”

How do you know?” I asked.

Obviously buzzing from the drink, he said he and another guy had fucked a “gay” guy in school who wanted it and since they were horny, they both did him.

That surprised me, and for a brief moment I wondered if he was actually coming on to me but he didn't seem to be, merely telling me the story, his tongue loosened by alcohol. The movie finished and as the player switched back to television the volume increased, wakening his brother who said he was going to bed.

I suggested to Peter it was time we all went but he asked if he could watch the end of a television programme. I agreed, knowing that was not what he wanted to do.

The house layout was such that when you climbed the stairs to the room and looked right, you could see back into the lounge through a “Georgian pane glass door. I put out all the lights except the one by the couch and climbed the stairs putting all hall lights out as I went. I clumped about getting ready for bed, flushed the toilet, put out all the upstairs lights and then carefully tiptoed to the top of the landing, naked. I gently bumped down a step at a time until, in the pitch darkness I could see into the lounge. I was rewarded.

Peter was stretched on the couch, his jeans around his knees and his briefs at the same height. His right hand was stroking a stiff five and a half inch cock and he had a bushy little blonde hair patch above it but few other hairs. I stroked my own cock as I watched this beautiful boy masturbate himself and relished as I watched the concentration as he built himself up and relaxed, getting close to cumming before stopping. Then it happened and a stream of cum landed on his exposed belly. Three generous squirts hit there. He stood up and shuffled into the kitchen (which was off the lounge) and returned after mopping himself before starting to switch off the television. I quickly dashed to my room and waited.

He came upstairs, went to the toilet and then to bed.

After around ten minutes I tiptoed back downstairs, opened the kitchen bin and, sitting on top with the unmistakable smell of cum, was his little clump of tissue. I carefully opened it and in the middle, still very wet, was his cum. I licked it with my tongue and gently smeared it on my face as I frantically wanked myself, spraying my own juice into the tissue.

I personally found the incident very erotic and assumed that was it until three weeks later, we were asked again and since both lads were enthusiastic, probably thinking we hadn't noticed how much booze they had pinched, we agreed. Where the first incident had been totally accidental, there was some premeditation with the second visit. Things, however took a slightly different turn of events.

The evening followed a slightly similar pattern and sadly, once again the two of us were occupied during part of the evening. I was aware the boys were taking full advantage of our absence to keep themselves topped up but I had not fully realised that they were drinking a lot more than just the vodka and had consumed considerably more booze than I thought. I became aware of this much later.

My partner is an odd drinker in that he drinks quite quickly then gets sleepy, something which has given me quite a lot of “sleepy-time pleasure” in the past. He is particularly bad if he mixes spirit, beer and wine. To keep him out of the way, I ensured he mixed his drinks that night and, sure enough, he burned out by ten. Louis had gone into depression and then just slumped into sleep. I suggested he go to bed and he clumped upstairs before I heard him being sick. I rushed upstairs as he came out and I carefully ensured he was all right before letting him get to bed. I looked in on my partner who was sprawled on top of the bed, the covers half down and his cock on display. I should have covered him but the devil in me left him. The door was almost fully closed anyway.
I went back downstairs and found Peter struggling slightly with sleep. The different DVD I had put on, showed a MMF threesome and he was sitting watching, idly squeezing between his legs.

Good isn't it?” I said.

Bloody great,” he said. “Do you mind?”

His head nodded towards the hand on his crotch as I said, “Be my guest and I'll sit over there to give you peace.”

He eased his stiff cock out of his flies and started to wank while he watched. He watched the movie and I watched him wank. All too soon the movie stopped and he tucked his cock away. The room was semi-dark and I saw most of the action but not enough.

I think I'll go upstairs now,” he said.

He stood and stumbled. He was very unsteady so I offered to help him. I put out the lights and helped him upstairs. When he got to the bathroom I guided him in and he let me, fumbling with his flies.

Here, let me,” I said and he just stood, dropping his hands to his side.

I unzipped him and his pants dropped to his ankles. He stepped out of them and dropped his briefs too. They were kicked aside to he was standing, semi-erect, stripped from the waist down. He started to pee and it went over the side of the toilet. I took his cock in my hand and aimed for him. He didn't object at all as I felt the liquid pulsing through his half hard dick. I deliberately allowed some to spray on my hand and I aimed back and forth around the bowl, my own cock starting to stiffen.

When he finished I dried his cock with tissue and helped him out to the hall.

Where's my uncle?” he asked.

Sleeping like a baby,” I said.

He pushed the bedroom door open and there lay his uncle, on the bed naked, his soft cock and balls exposed.. The scenario was exciting me. My partner is a slim, good looking guy and the thought of him exposed to his nephew was very erotic and taboo.

He's big isn't he?” said Peter.

It gets a lot bigger,” I said.

How big?” he slurred.

About seven inches,” I replied.

Gotta see this,” he said, stumbling into the bedroom.

I steered him in and he sat on the edge of the bed. His hand stretched over to his uncle's limp cock and he lifted it, squeezing it as he did so. I knew my partner's reaction to being stroked while asleep as I'd done it enough myself. As expected, it started to grow. Peter's drunken stare told me he was not in a normal state of mind but something was driving him to continue.

With little fuss, my partner's cock was soon at full mast sticking straight up in the air as Peter gently stroked it up and down. I didn't want to participate because if he remembered any of this, I wanted him to feel he had instigated it and not me. I whispered gently to him.

Suck it!”

He turned and looked at me and I saw that his cock was stiff too. He looked, blinked, turned back and then lowered his mouth covering his uncle's cock. His eyes closed and while gripping it with one hand, he sucked the stiff cock. The scene was highly erotic. His other hand stroked his own cock gently as he went. I slid out of the room and toom a single shot on my camera, not wanting to scare him.

The scene was brought to a slightly abrupt halt as he said he was feeling a bit queasy so I had to take him back and sit him in the toilet. The queasiness came to nothing but when he came out, it was as though nothing had happened and he just went to the other bedroom and climbed into the bed. I went through and folded the covers back down to waist level and left him.

After fifteen minutes I returned and he was sleeping soundly, a gentle snoring coming from his lips. I pulled the covers back and caressed his small hanging balls in one hand while stroking his cock with the other. It took some time but I was rewarded with a five and a half inch erection, the foreskin, like his uncle's, peeling back to reveal a piss slit and firm head. My mouth wrapped around it and I sucked happily, feeling his pulsing cock in my mouth. He made no attempt to turn so I opened his legs further and licked his balls, my tongue venturing up the full cock length before enveloping the cock. I gently wanked him at the same time. I did this in near darkness as I didn't want to waken his brother but I could see enough to enjoy it and for future wanking fodder, I went for my camera and took a few snaps of his hot rigid cock with my hand wrapped around it.

While I was sucking madly on his stiff organ, he whimpered and moved and I wasn't sure if I should stop but as he showed no sign of actually wakening I kept going and a stream of cum shot into my mouth. I'm not a fan of swallowing cum but this nectar was not being lost and I swallowed as though it was the most precious liquid on Earth. His cock softened and I decided his poor body had had enough molestation for one night.

I moved next door and decided to continue on my partner, the remains of his nephew's sperm being spread from my mouth on to his much larger organ. His cock rose as quickly as it always did and though I was not always rewarded with a spray of cum when I did this I felt sure the warm up act would have him randier than usual. Sure enough, as I stroked my own cock, my partner's seed fired into my mouth and, once more, my normal habit of spitting it out, was forgotten and as I shot my own load. I swallowed every drop.

This had been a night to remember but the opportunity never came around again due to Peter's age. He bought a car shortly after and his social life had no need for sleepovers at Uncle's. Nothing was ever mentioned about the night, and there was not even a hint that he had remembered anything. He had a thumping hangover in the morning though and his younger brother looked as though he might stay off alcohol until he was legally allowed to drink it.

Both lads have girls now and Peter is married with three kids, two of which are his. He is totally devoted to them. I often wondered if the story about fucking the gay boy at school was true though.

I still have my set of pictures to remind me of the time I took my “once in a lifetime chance.”




Tuesday, 12 August 2014

My Sleeping Cousin by Mikeyt19



My Sleeping Cousin by Mikeyt19

    Being just shy of eighteen, I have long had a crush on my cousin
Brian. He was twenty, a handsome jock, with curly hair and a great body. He
played football in college and it showed. He was the type of guy who was
always dressed the same way, jeans and a T-shirt. He liked to go out and
party with his friends, but had no steady girlfriend.

     I'll never forget the time he was staying at our house. We were
watching TV and he was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, when all of a sudden he
just reached down and began scratching himself through his shorts. Being an
athlete I just assumed he had the requisite "jock itch," but I couldn't help
but stare and wonder how it must have felt to be touching his dick right
then. I got so hard, I had to excuse myself to go upstairs and jerk off. I
vowed then that one day I would have his dick.

     A few weeks later, it was my turn to stay over his house. He was out
one night with friends, so I took the opportunity to excuse myself to his
room (where I had been sleeping on the floor), lock the door and go
exploring. The first place I looked at was under the mattress, where, sure
enough, I found clippings and pictures from a straight porn magazine. I got
excited just thinking about my cousin lying here and jerking off while
looking at the pictures. I then noticed a pair of his briefs by the side of
the bed. He must have gotten changed in a hurry. I picked up the briefs and
looked at them, imagining what it must feel like to have his dick in them. I
held them to my face and inhaled, breathing in a mixture of pee, sweat, and
cum. I took my shorts off and slipped Brian's briefs on. The feeling of my
dick lying against the fabric where his dick had been made me so hard it
hurt. I began stroking myself through his briefs and in a few moments, shot a
huge load in them. I panicked for a moment thinking Brian might notice, but
calmed down after a while, took them off and put them back where they were.

    The following month, Brian was, again, staying at our house. I was
sure by now that he never noticed the "little something extra" I had left in
his underwear. When he stayed at our house, Brian slept on the couch. I was
there one night watching a movie, when he came back a little buzzed. We made
some small talk and then he lay on the couch where he slept, fully clothed. I
kept watching the movie until I began to hear snoring sounds coming from
Brian. I turned to look and saw that he was completely unconscious, a
combination of booze and just being exhausted. I stared at his sleeping body,
focusing my eyes on the bulge in his jeans, when a plan dawned on me. I
walked over to him and made sure he was sleeping. I decided that if he should
awaken, then I would just tell him that I was trying to wake him up to get
undressed for bed.

    I sat on the couch, right next to Brian and slowly unbuttoned his
shirt, exposing his chest. I reached down and gently placed my hand on his
crotch, feeling the bulge that was his dick. It felt hot and ready for
action. I gently massaged my hand on his bulge, looking to see any movement
from Brian. There was none. I slowly unzipped his jeans, exposing the white
fly of his briefs. I reached in and felt his dick through his briefs. I was
already hard as a rock, but this wasn't enough for me. I reached up and
unbuttoned the top button on his jeans, so I could get a better look at my
sleeping cousin's underwear. They were classic white bvd's and I noticed that
his dick was pointing a little up. I began massaging his dick through his
briefs. I looked over at Brian, who still had not awoken. I lay my hand on
his stomach and slowly and gently began to slide it down, lifting up the
waistband of his briefs and sliding my hand on top his crotch. I felt the
curls of his pubic hair and then took a deep breath. There was no turning
back now. My hand slid down further and I felt the shaft of his dick, then
the head. I was in such ecstasy, I almost let out a moan of my own. I felt
his balls and began to slowly stroke his dick, very gently at first, feeling
his jock dick in my hands. Brian was oblivious to this. With one hand I was
playing with his dick, and the other was massaging my own dick through my
shorts.

    After a few minutes, Brian's dick was starting to get hard. I thought
about just stroking him off, but that wasn't enough for me. I looked one last
time to see if he had awakened, before I lifted the waistband of his briefs,
exposing his hard dick. I closed my eyes, smiled and moved my head down,
opening up and taking his dick
into my mouth. It was the first time I had ever tasted another man's dick...


    I knelt down and took my cousin Brian's dick in my mouth. It tasted
sweet and salty at the same time. I swirled my tongue around the head of his
dick and felt it getting harder and longer in my mouth. I took my mouth off
it and looked at Brian to see if he was still sleeping. He was. I looked down
at his dick, now glistening with my saliva. It had grown much longer and was
now at least 8 1/2 - 9 inches long. My own dick was hard as a rock and
straining to get out of the confines of my shorts. I took his dick in my hand
and began playing with it. Feeling bold, I wasn't sure if I wanted to jerk
him off and watch him cum or blow him and swallow his cum. Such decisions to
make!

    I stroked his dick from top to bottom using my saliva as lubricant. I
took my other hand and began playing with his balls. My cousin was well hung
in the balls department. His were particularly huge, with a lot of hair
around them. I fondled them gently with my fingers, feeling the heat that was
generating from them. I leaned back down and took his dick in my mouth again
and decided to really concentrate on giving him head, just like I'd seen in
my brothers porno videos.

    At first, it was hard to get my throat all away down his dick, but I
took my time and gradually I adjusted. I moved my mouth up and down over his
dick, moving my tongue all over. I couldn't get enough of his dick. His not
moving made me even more determined to enjoy this experience. I wrapped one
hand around the base of his dick and stroked him, while I licked and sucked
him. The other hand went to my crotch where I began rubbing myself to give me
some relief from this intense moment.

    I looked up at my sleeping cousin and saw that while he was still
asleep, his breathing was getting heavier. I saw his washboard stomach rising
and falling and I knew he must be close. I decided that as much as I wanted
to taste his cum, I wanted to see him cum, so I took my mouth off his dick,
which was now coated with my saliva, and I slowly began jacking him off. I
was afraid to do it too hard, in fear that he'd wake up, but with his dick
all wet and lubricated with my saliva, it went pretty quickly.

    I stared intently at his dick, looking at the pre-cum that had begun
oozing. I began making more of a fist and jacking him quicker and harder. I
was afraid to take my eyes off his dick in fear I would miss the moment. In
the corner of my eye, I saw him begin to stir. His legs separated and his
back began to arch. I looked down and saw the eruption from his dick. Cum
began shooting out of the head, landing all over his chest, legs, and
dribbling onto his briefs. It was quite an impressive load. I let out a small
moan, watching the cum land all over him.

    Sensing no more movement from him, I stood up and dropped my shorts.
I reached under his dick on top of his briefs where a nice load of his cum
landed and used it as lubricant while I jacked off. I looked for a place to
shoot my load, but it was too late. All the excitement of my experience had
been too much for me. My entire body shuddered, as I arched my back and shot
the biggest load of my life...all over Brian. My cum landed all over him, his
chest, legs, briefs, and a small amount even landed by his temple.

    My legs were weak and I had to sit. After a few moments, I saw that
Brian’s dick had gone soft. I gently put it back into his briefs and covered
him with a blanket. I went upstairs to get some sleep, with all these
thoughts racing in my mind...What if Brian was awake and only pretending?
What if he wakes up and wonders how his pants got undone? What if he realizes
that he is caked in cum? As I rolled over to go to sleep, it no longer
mattered. For I had seen another man, my cousin Brian, cum. And I had been
the one to make it happen. I had made him cum. I knew then that there was
truly no turning back. I would have him again. I would watch him and make him
watch me. And one day, one day, he would come to me and we would be together.
My eyes grew heavy with slumber and as I drifted to sleep, I dreamed of ways
that I would seduce my cousin...

Thursday, 24 April 2014

The Stag Party Reunion by kewtieboy

The Stag Party Reunion
by kewtieboy

MMM/sleep/drunk/voyeur/1st time/anal/oral




We had been friends since school days. There were originally eight of us guys who had played football together for the school team and formed a fluid “gang.” There was always three or four of us together at any one time. We socialised within the group and spent summer together playing football when we could or simply just hung out with a few of the other guys. That group had diminished to four as we grew up. We still hung out from time to time. Two guys had moved away and two were married. It was one of the guys who had moved to London who was getting married and had asked all eight of us to meet one last time for his stag night. All of us would be together once more.

I had also let the friendships slip as well. Since 19 I had realised if I wasn't gay I was certainly bisexual. Recently men had interested me more than woman and my quest for sex had meant less time for heterosexual friends. I hadn't told them, of course. Nevertheless I was looking forward to the trip from Newcastle to London for three nights. It was going to be fun meeting the others and I had remembered the guy who was getting married. Peter had been a stunning guy with red/blonde hair, blue eyes and a smattering of freckles. He was as straight as straight could be. However before he moved, he had put on some weight and my original lust for him had diminished as the pounds had piled on.

We booked two twin rooms at a budget hotel which still seemed to be expensive as he had decided to organise the event in the height of summer. The other guys had all booked into the same hotel so we could do the whole thing properly. When we arrived the other guys were all there and the first striking thing was Peter. This cygnet, who developed into a duck, had turned back into a swan. He was stunning. I felt my heart thump when I saw him and could hardly string two words together. He had lost all the weight, had a body to die for and the looks of a model. He hugged me!

Dave it's so good to see you again,” he said.

You too Peter, obviously London has been good to you.”

You look good yourself. Haven't gone to the dogs quite yet.”

We started to check in when there was a hoot of laughter from my two Newcastle friends.

Ricky turned and said,” They've gone and booked us two double beds not twins and the fucking place is packed. I'll tell you now I ain't sharing a bed with no one. I snore anyway!”

There was a bit of haggling and as I was sharing with Ricky I wasn't too keen on sharing a bed with him either as his hygiene habits were not of the best.

The confusion carried on until Peter said, “For fuck's sake I'll share with you Dave if you don't mind and Ricky can share the twin room with Harry, my best man. Is that ok, Dave.”

I nodded dumbly and for the first time wondered if I would get to see him in underwear, or better still, nude!

The luggage was swopped around and Peter and I went up to get ready for the first of the lad's nights out. I didn't get a chance to see more than a naked top half but even that had me erect.

Soon we were out on the town. The London based guys knew their way around and we were soon downing shots and pints. By 11pm the ones with less stamina were beginning to wain, myself included and I realised I wasn't going to last much longer.

Peter I'm going to have to get back to the hotel or you'll end up carrying me,” I said.

There was some banter but four of us headed back and left Peter, his best man and two of the Newcastle lads to carry on.

I showered to try to sober myself up but to little avail and eventually ended up asleep in a t-shirt and briefs.

My dream was a pleasant one. I was in bed and could feel someone trying to climb on me, trying to mount me and stroke my body. It was a lovely feeling. I groggily came around and was aware of a stiff cock between my legs in a fucking motion from behind. I was instantly awake! Put my hands between my legs and a moist cock head was sliding in and out. It responded immediately to my touch, pushing all the more urgently.

I slowly moved forward allowing the cock to withdraw. It moved back and forth a little but without my legs to give it purchase, the movement stopped and a gentle snoring began. I slowly turned and in the ray of street lights, saw Peter lying on his back, the covers pulled down to his waist and his mouth open, snoring.

I pulled back the covers and found him completely naked and a stunning eight inch cock standing straight up in the air. He was obviously used to sleeping with his fiancée and had continued to hump me without realising what he was doing. I clicked on a bedside light as though getting up to the toilet and there was no movement from him at all. It was around 3.00 am in the morning. I called his name. Still no reaction.

Getting bolder I lifted his arm and let it drop. He was like a corpse. There wasn't even a break in his snoring. Emboldened by his position I pulled the covers firmly back and exposed his stunning body. Sliding my briefs down I raised on to my knees and put my mouth over his cock. His foreskin slid back and apart from a slight change in his snoring pattern he started to hump my mouth. His cock tasted slightly of piss but I didn't care. I had Peter's dick in my mouth at last, and sucked his eight inches with enthusiasm. I gripped his shaft with one hand and held his soft balls with the other while sucking his cock firmly. His erection was brick hard and I wondered what kind of dream he was having. I stroked my own cock and then raised it up to press my cockhead against his lips. He licked unconsciously and I managed to get a little of it in but there was no way he was going to suck it. I lay full length beside and facing him and kissed his soft lips. There was a taste of booze and his tongue came out automatically. I licked it and kissed his lips again.

I wondered how far this could go. I slid out of bed and went to my toilet bag. I always had some essentials when travelling including a small container of lube and a few condoms. I brought these back to the bed and ripped open a condom to stretch on his cock. Whenever his cock felt the pressure of the latex it responded by returning to full hardness. I swiftly lubed my hole and rubbed some over his cock. There was no way I could sit on him so I walked around the bed and gently rolled his with his back to the bed edge. I then went back around to my side and slid into bed backwards, my arse in a spooning position. His hard cock pressed into my buttocks.

I reached around and gripped it firmly aiming it to my hole and gently started to push back. The head popped in and as soon as he felt that, he started to fuck like a randy dog, mumbling some incoherent words of pleasure. He then slowed back down again and started snoring once more.

While his cock was still hard I started to gently push back against him and gradually there was a gentle push in return. I managed a soft fucking motion with his big hard cock now inside me fully. The feeling was amazing. I gripped my own cock and slowly fucked backwards into the rigid flesh of my friend. I was able to do this for over thirty minutes with his reaction varying from snores to mumbling to animal-like grunts. At no stage did it feel like he was going to waken.

Emboldened by this I started to really fuck hard, back on to his cock. I was getting close to cumming and wandered if I might manage to get him to as well. When it happened there was no build up and no warning. I was suddenly aware that his cock felt even harder and there was a pulsing sensation inside my hole. When that stopped there was a small grunt. I slid off his cock and turned to find his cock dwindling fast with the condom bulging with warm cum.

Peter, even in his dreams, turned into a normal guy and just rolled over with his back to me. I laid back on the bed and emptied the condom content slowly over my face and lips as I wanked my own cock. It took no more than one minute to explode and cum shot straight over my head, hitting the headboard and my face. I hadn't cum like that since my teens.

When I calmed down, guilt kicked in and I quickly mopped myself up and searched the bed for any evidence. The condom was filled with water and flushed down the toilet along with it's wrapper and I returned to bed, my heart thumping and my hole with a rosy warm feeling having just been fucked by my straight friend a few nights before his wedding. This was a memory I was going to cherish.

Next day everything was as normal. Once we had had a couple of Egg McMuffins we were all fine and planning the next night's fun. Needless to say it was a repeat of the previous one and Peter started hitting the beer just after 1.00pm in the afternoon.

That night Peter, though drunk seemed to be holding his own much better. He was less incoherent and managed to say a sentence without slurring his words too much. The same can't be said for the rest of them. Harry, the best man, in conversation with me during the night said he had had a hellish nights sleep with Ricky who had snored, farted and made so many visits to the toilet, he hadn't slept well. He pointed out that even sharing a bed with Peter would have been a better option with hindsight. I smiled wondering how good an option he thought it had been for me! I was beginning to think I might even get a repeat performance again.

When we rolled back into the budget hotel Peter announced that he had bought a secret stash of cider for a “nightcap.” My gut feeling was that it was more like the final drink of dying men. Ricky went to his room to pee and said he would be down in a minute and Harry, Peter and I all headed to our room. The cider bottles were duly opened and we started to drink them.

Harry again regaled Peter with his terrible night's sleep with Ricky, but Peter was beyond caring and slowly faded into oblivion, bottle still in hand. Harry and I laughed and he took the bottle off him and knocked the whole lot back in one.

I'll help you get him to bed,” said Harry.

We started to strip Peter until he was down to his boxer briefs and I went to cover him.

I wonder what he's got to offer Melanie?” he said.

Melanie was his fiancée.

What do you mean?” I asked, wondering where this was going.

Well he's never going to show us what he's got and he's always bragging about his prowess so let's check out his goods while he's out of it.”

What about Ricky?” I asked.

By now Ricky will be dead to the world and snoring his head off,” said Harry.

Without any further ado, he started to pull off Peter's underwear. I stood slightly back and wondered what he was up to. Harry pulled Peter's pants right off revealing his decent sized balls and hefty, soft cock.

He wasn't lying was he,” said Harry. “C'mon Dave and help me get him stripped.”

He was having difficulty getting his briefs off his legs partly because he was pretty drunk himself so I walked over a little reluctantly and held his legs steady while Harry completed the job, leaving Peter stark naked and snoring softly. I really wanted Peter to myself but Harry was cute. He was smaller than both of us and slightly chunky without being fat. He gave off no vibes whatsoever of being gay and had never registered at all on my “gaydar.”

Harry got to work as though I wasn't there. He gripped Peter's soft cock and started to stroke it up and down. There was little success in getting it hard. I knew what might work but thought I would see how far he would go. He flopped Peter's cock back and forth.

Thought we might have seen him stiff,” he said, “any ideas?”

Oral sometimes works if you're game.”

He looked at me then back to Peter.

Will you do it too?”

I might,” said I.

He slumped down between Peter's legs, pushed them further apart and took Peter's cock in his left hand, his mouth quickly engulfing his cock. He didn't look too much of a novice and he sucked and slurped, pulling Peter's foreskin back to reveal his sensitive glans. He looked at me to see my reaction so I smiled. I saw his right hand slip between his legs to squeeze his own cock.

Do you want a piece of this?” he asked me.

I walked forward and as I went down on my knees, Harry stood up and gave me space. I took Peter's cock in my mouth and gave him my magic and out of the corner of my eye saw Harry unbutton his jeans and let them drop, followed by his hipsters. His cock was an average size uncut cock, about 6 inches in length and stiif as a board with a slight curve to the right. He wanked at he watched me and then moving forward pushed his own cock down towards where I was. I took it swiftly into my mouth.

Christ that's amazing,” he said as I sucked him. “Strip and let's see what you have?”

I stood slowly as he watched me and stripped completely naked exposing my own stiff cock to Harry. Mine was thicker and about an inch longer than Harry's and I got the feeling he was fascinated by the cocks around him. Still on his knees he put his hand behind my buttocks and pulled me towards him taking my cock in his mouth. Not the best suck ever but definitely erotic. I gasped and he took that as encouragement to really start to suck.

Once his jaws felt like they were aching I said, “Let's get to work on Peter.”

I went back to resurrect the wilting cock and Peter, already having started to rise, grunted, tried to turn but couldn't so slumped back and his cock started to gain some girth. I slurped as Harry wanked and watched.

Christ that's big isn't it? What do we do now?”

I said to him, “This was you idea, what do you think we should do. I doubt you'll ever get to do this
again with him.”

I don't suppose we could bumfuck him?” he said.

I think he would waken,” I replied.

Well he can't fuck me, I could never take that.”

He looked at me as he said it and suddenly I was very horny. The thought of my straight friend watching my other straight friend stick his cock up my arse was very exciting.

Do you want me to try it?” I said.

Could you?”

I'll try.”

Fuck this is going to be something,” said Harry, obviously fulfilling a long held fantasy about watching one guy fuck another.

I went to the bathroom and brought back a pack of condoms and lube. I slowly opened the condom and peeled it on to Peter's cock. I then lubed my arse and spent a few moments keeping Peter's cock stiff while I sat astride him facing Dave and lowered myself on his upright rod. I wasn't going to pussyfoot around so just gently sat down taking his cock in one steady downward motion while Dave, now naked, watched and wanked uttering expletives.

I started to ride Peter and like the previous night his cock responded with gentle upward thrusts as I went along. I did this for about fifteen minutes and Dave just looked and wanked.

Suddenly he said, “Can I fuck you?”

You bet you can,” I replied.

I climbed off Peter, turned around and the bent forward over Peter, my arse in the air as Dave pulled a condom on and I took Peter's condom off, engulfing his cock with my mouth. I had to adjust my position but finally, in a standing doggy fashion Dave entered me and took both my hips in his hand as he fucked me hard. He was like a horny terrier. His cock would slip out and he would stab around in the air until it went back in. The speed of the fucking was breakneck and slightly rough. I gobbled Peter for all it was worth and sensed a slight restlessness as he moved, slightly whimpered and his cock seemed to expand in my mouth.

Peter's cock exploded and he grunted, probably coming to consciousness only briefly as his seed filled my mouth with his wonderful, heterosexual semen. I gulped and groaned as I swallowed and I assumed Dave knew what was happening as he tensed, grunted and fired his salvo into my arse. I swear I could feel the force of his cum as it shot up the full length of his cock. It took me no more than five strokes to fire my own load over the bedspread.

Fucking Hell,” said Dave. “That was the best fuck of my life.”

Thank you, kind sir,” I said.

He smiled and started to look a little awkward. I grabbed some tissue and proceeded to mop up the mess, taking the condom off Dave, it's full load looking very sizeable, and carefully filling it with water to flush it down the toilet. We both pulled Peter into a more sensible position and replaced his underwear.

Dave said, “I'd better get back to my room.”

I thought Ricky snored,” I said.

He does,” said Dave.

I don't,” I replied.

He looked at me for a moment, his face looking very confused, then smiled, took his briefs back off and said, “Good.”

Saturday, 28 December 2013

My Son's Best Friend by kewtieboy







My Son's Best Friend
by kewtieboy
MM/drunk/mistaken identity/anal

A chance overnight stay in my son's flat leads to me being mistaken for him by his drunk boyfriend

***************

It had been a great Festive period. Though my son Ricky hadn't made it for Christmas due to some wild party with friends, he had come home for New Year and, as always it was good to see him. Ricky was at university in York and with us living just outside London he had moved up there and with our help. Susie and I had bought a little flat for him which would hopefully be a good investment for us in the future. It had two bedrooms so Ricky let one out to a friend of his, Brian and that also helped with our mortgage on it.

Ricky was a bright child, attractive, athletic, blonde and well liked. It broke our hearts to lose him to university but in the first few months he had taken to it like a duck to water and seemed to spend a lot of time partying. He met Brian almost instantly on arriving at York and he was a slightly taller, dark haired guy with strong. Almost Mediterranean looks and rather piercing green eyes. Women, including Susie, melted when he spoke to them.

Ricky headed North again straight after New Year with yet another party beckoning. I pointed out that I would actually be in his neck of the woods two days later at a meeting in Leeds, around 20 miles away.

You can stay over if you like Dad,” he said. “Brian and I can bunk up together.”

No need son, it's a one day meeting, up by train in the morning and back at night,” I clarified.

He seemed relieved.

I slightly envied my son's freedom as I had stayed at home until I was 22 and only left to marry Susie. He was an attractive lad and I had no doubts he was sowing his oats. His friend Brian seemed very loyal, almost to the point of always being around. He was even at ours for New Year sharing Ricky's bedroom. They seemed to have lots to talk about as I heard a lot of whispering and giggling during the night.

Any way, first day back at work and I was on my way to the meeting. The train pulled into Leeds Station as a text blipped on my phone. It was from my office telling me the buyer I was to meet at the Queens Hotel, right by the station had had a family bereavement and had left a message on the office answering machine cancelling the meeting. With late opening after New Year, they had just picked it up.

Shit, shit shit,” I thought. “I suppose it's straight back to London.”

I popped into a MacDonalds to have a late breakfast and to gather my thoughts when I little thought crept into my head. I hadn't been away on my own for years. In my late teens I had played the field a little but had most of my excitement from “instant gratification sex.” By that I mean cottaging. Yes, I used to wank men off and vice versa just for the thrill. It was anonymous, gave me a quick fix, let me get my rocks off and didn't compromise my heterosexuality.

I had a quick look on the internet and found a steam room/sauna in town. An afternoon there would be a bit of fun. Usually these places weren't too busy during the day but I only needed one man, or maybe two. It was still only 11.00am so I had a look around town. I wasn't in a suit so didn't look too formal for visiting a sauna. With a bit of luck I would be naked soon enough anyway.
I spent the whole afternoon in the sauna. It wasn't too busy, sadly so most contact was fumbling in the actual cabin and a guy shot his load on my face. This was something I loved as it's one of the things a woman can't do!. I chatted to an older guy who was very complimentary about the way I looked. I agreed with him. At 44 I was slim and still looking pretty good. One child hadn't spoiled MY body shape!!

It was almost 6.00 pm when I left and I popped into the bar for a beer. A sudden thought hit me. I would take Ricky up on his offer of accommodation. Sampling the Uni life would be just like old times. I called him but for some reason his mobile was dead. I had a key for the flat in my wallet anyway so thought I would go regardless. At worst I could have a shower, open a beer and wait for him to come home. It was a silly idea but I was in silly mood.

I phoned Susie, told her the meeting was running late and I was popping over to stay at Ricky's and would take the express back in the morning.

I arrived at Ricky's flat around 8.30pm and it was in darkness. That ruled out my “partying with the lads.” I had bought a few beers and a pack of sandwiches just in case I found myself alone. I let myself in and the smell of teen boy wafted back at me, reminding me of my own Uni days. I put on the light and immediately found a note on the table.

Staying over at Tristan's you'll have to make do without me, Ricky.”

I assumed the note was for Brian. That meant I at least had a bed. I thought I would watch some television and wait for Brian to come in the we could hopefully go for a beer somewhere local. By 11.00pm I realised that wasn't going to happen as I was still alone with a re-run of “Mamma Mia” on television. This idea suddenly didn't seem to be so great.

Eventually I went into Ricky's room and stripped off. I noted the used condom on the floor and picked I up, absent-mindedly sniffing it and recollecting the strong ammonia smell from it's content. My cock sprung up. I hadn't cum during the day for some reason. I discarded it in the bin and opened the side drawer which looked like a sex parlour supply cupboard. There were condoms, lubricant, even a small dildo. Ricky obviously liked to keep his lady's happy. I smiled and looked at the bottle of Paul Smith Men which we had bought him as part of his Christmas. I sprayed a little and smelt of Ricky!

I climbed into bed and dozed for a little while before dropping off into a sound sleep. It must have been around 1.00am when I heard the outside door open noisily and the unmistakable sound of someone drunk entering the flat, bumping into things and cursing. I assumed it was Brian but decided, in his state, to stay put. He went to the toilet and I heard some splashing as though he was trying to waken himself. Then I heard the rustle of clothes being removed in the lounge and the door to his room then opened and a small bedside light send a tiny trickle of borrowed illumination into my room.

I'm fucking horny,” I heard Brian say. “You know what that means Ricky?”

That woke me up!

The door opened and the vague silhouette of Brian appeared in the doorway, the outline of his cock dangling between his legs.

Just give me a little bit, eh Ricky? I'm fucking horned up something awful.”

I lay still not sure what to do but my cock had started to rise and that was going to be a problem if I invoked the stern father routine. I thought he would possibly climb on the bed and pass out. He certainly stood around in silence for a few moments but I could hear the sound of masturbation.

Perhaps he'll wank off and go,” I thought, so continued to breathe steadily.

Quickly and swiftly he stepped forward and slid into bed behind me. I felt his brick hard cock against my naked buttocks. He slid it up and down and nuzzled my neck, kissing it. His hand snaked around me and gripped my erection. I couldn't do anything now except try my best to go with the subterfuge. Thankfully my build wasn't that different to Ricky's and in his drunken state I assumed he would notice the extra pound or two between us. He rolled me over and pulled back the covers, crawling down and taking my hard cock in his mouth. Both Ricky and I were not circumcised and though I had no idea how big Ricky's cock was erect, Brian certainly didn't seem to notice the difference as he slurped and panted. His mouth licked my balls.

He flipped around and his cock was placed against my own mouth. I took it eagerly. His cock was big. I would guess, around 8 inches at least, and he too had foreskin. I sucked it hungrily hoping I wouldn't cum too soon. His grunts were the urgent grunts of a horny drunk who knows his staying power may be limited due to his condition. He hammered his cock home making me baulk.

C'mon you bastard you managed all of it last night. Let's hope your arse is more willing.”

That raised my eyebrows! Being fucked was something I had never thought of. The trouble is, I was in too deep (so to speak).

Brian was getting very hot now, his hands rubbing my thighs. He quickly climbed off and for a moment I thought he had cum until I heard the drawer at the bedside table open. I had the immediate feeling he had done this routine many times in the dark before and I realised he was fucking my son regularly. Whether by luck or practice he deftly opened the condom wrapper and seemed to get it on his cock, I heard more fumbling, a couple of curses and then cold liquid being spread on my hole. His fingers slid into me. I tried to relax. Soon there seemed to be two fingers inside me and he was breathing heavily on my neck. He pulled out. I felt something else cold against my arse. I assumed it was the dildo.

God you're tighter than usual tonight Ricky. I need to open you up,” he said.

Being only around 5 inches in length and quite slim the dildo slid moderately easily into me and became actually quite erotic. As the time passed, I began to relax and my cock stood up to attention once again. Brian's left hand found it and squeezed.

That's more like it. Got rid of your brewer's droop at last!” he said.

The dildo seemed to be fully inside me as he worked it in and out.
Now for your favourite little friend. At least I'm bigger than that little poof Tristan. You know you prefer a good fucking!”

I felt the head of his beast against my hole and braced myself hoping I wouldn't squeal and give the game away. I secretly wanted this cock in me. I wanted penetrated by the same guy who was fucking my son. Perverse it may be but at that moment I needed his cock and would do all I could to take it.

Unlike the porn movies, it didn't slide in without any effort. It took time and effort as I pushed back against him and he kept muttering how tight I was tonight. He was desperate to get his rocks off I I was desperate to feel his cock shoot it's load inside me. It was at least ten minutes of pushing and withdrawing before he was holding my hips and fucking me quite royally. All I could think about was this tall dark teenager with a massive cock who serviced my son, also servicing me. I was scared to say anything, or even groan other than the odd grunt when he pushed too hard.

I could feel him build and his stabbing became more urgent until he pushed once more and stopped. His cock stood fully erect on it's own and I could feel it pulse as wave after wave of cum filled the rubber inside me.

Jeesus that was amazing you tight little cunt,” he said as he pulled out.

He flopped back in the double bed and lay quietly. I said nothing. He mumbled a few words about how great it was and fell asleep, condom still on his cock. I quietly slipped the condom off, lay back in the bed and trickled the content on my face as I wanked myself. I have no idea where the cum ended up but the bulk went over the headboard somewhere.

I slid out of bed and went to freshen myself up. I then partly dressed and went to the lounge to sleep in a chair. If Brian woke I could always say I came in later and had no idea where Ricky had gone. Feeble excuse I know, but better than being discovered in bed with him.

I slipped out of the apartment at 6.00am and caught the early train back to London telling my wife I had changed my mind and stayed in a hotel in Leeds. I have no idea what Brian said to Ricky or whether he even discussed the fuck. Being drunk and being students they probably thought it was another pick-up.

I had a memory which flashed back each time I met the handsome Brian and the session rekindled a part of me, long asleep and I returned to my extra curricular fun from time to time in the London saunas.

Ricky came out a year later and though it shocked my wife, I was ready and able to offer him support. He and Brian are still good friends and I am still envious of the pole my son enjoys on demand.