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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

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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.