This past Sunday I was sort of forced into going to this retirement BBQ for an old family friend of ours, Roger. He has been one of my dad’s close friends for a while now. I knew him off and on when I was in high school, but he was more of an acquaintance to me. My dad made me come to his retirement BBQ anyways out of respect. He is retiring somewhat early, at age 55, because he made a shit ton of money at a flooring business he started. I figured the party would be really lame so I brought a friend, Aaron. Aaron is a fellow bottom who loves to fuck but is not nearly as slutty as me. But he is a great friend who I knew would be down to keep me company. We got there and it was a pretty big affair. It was at Roger’s lakeside house, which was beautiful and huge. Unfortunately it was raining (Fall is here in Seattle), so we had to spend most of it inside. Aaron and I arrived and chatted with my dad, then he introduced us to a few of his friends, finally bringing us over to his friend Roger. Now, Roger is a married straight man with 4 kids. He is married to this beautiful blonde bimbo of a wife, so he has always seemed straight as an arrow. But Roger is fine as hell. He is a muscular silver-fox with a beard and a luscious, salt-and-pepper hair. I have always fantasized, about him, especially in high school, but assumed he was completely off limits and straight. We all shook hands and made small talk. I noticed some weirdness between Aaron and Roger, but didn’t really think twice about it. After we talked to Roger and congratulated him, we met a few other people. About 20 minutes later, my dad left the two of us for the first time to go chat with some more of his friends. Immediately, Aaron grabbed my arm and pulled me aside.
“You are not going to believe this… I fucked him…” He whispered in my ear.
“No you didn’t… there is no way.”
“I swear to fucking god. I met him on Grindr like 4 or 5 months ago. He came to my apartment on like 3 or 4 different occasions and fucked me before we lost touch. I am 100% positive. Didn’t you notice how awkward it was when we met??” He said. I did actually notice that.
“Wait, so Roger fucks boys?”
“Roger. Fucks. Boys.” He said excitedly.
“Do you realize how much I have fantasized about him?” I said.
“You better find a way to get in his pants! Careful of that wife though… she seems like a bulldog.” Aaron replied.
The night went on, and all I could think about was fucking Roger. He avoided us like the plague, obviously realizing he was in a dangerous situation with his wife and kids there in the same room with a boy he used to fuck. Finally, we left, but the seed had been planted in my mind. As we were leaving, I had an amazing idea. A classic move I have seen in countless movies. I took my jacket off as I left and hung it up on the hook, purposefully leaving it behind.
Monday morning, all I could think about was Roger. This was like years of culminating fantasy, all coming to a head. I wanted him. I wanted him bad. And when I want something, I go to great lengths to get it. I texted my dad,
“Hey, can you give me Roger’s number? I think I left a coat at his house…” Dad sent me his number. I knew I had to be tactful. I texted Roger,
“Hi Roger, this is Uriah’s son. Just wanted to let you know it was great seeing you again last night! Its been too long. Sorry to bother you, but I think I left my coat at your house…” It took a while for him to respond, but a few hours later, I got this:
“Great seeing you too! Thanks for coming by to help celebrate. You have grown so much! Why don’t I swing by your place on my way home tonight. I am don’t officially retire until Friday.”
“You don’t mind doing that? I don’t live too far from your place, so it would be easy for you.”
“Not at all!” He said. The game was on. I had no idea if he was in the same mindset as me, but the set up was perfect. I knew that he knew that I am gay, so for him to offer to drop it off by himself at my apartment in the evening gave me hope.
I am usually never nervous when it comes to getting fucked, but Roger was a different story. He was married with kids, and I was pretty sure he got the vibes I was sending, but I couldnt be 100%. Plus, he knew me when I was in high school, and was a family friend. I had butterflies on butterflies.
At 7ish, Roger rang the callbox. I let him up. When he got to the doorway, he was standing there, looking rough, rugged, and wet from the rain, holding my jacket. I invited him in to come inside and “dry off.” He agreed. We got inside and I said, “feel like a drink while you are here?”
“I would love a beer, if you have one.” He replied. I got him a beer and a towel for him.
“Feels like just yesterday your dad and I were coming to your high school soccer games. Now we are sharing a drink. Time sure flies…” He said.
“It sure does. I am a full fledged adult now…” I said with a smile as we clinked glasses.
“I noticed.” He said with a smile. That was it. It was the signal I needed. It was on…
“Come have a seat on the couch…”
“Where are your roommates?” He asked.
“Oh its just me living here…” I said. He smiled approvingly. We put on Monday Night Football and made some small talk on the couch.
“I can’t believe how much you’ve grown!” He said at one point. I blushed.
“Well you look just as I remembered you!” I said in response.
“Hopefully that’s a good thing.” He said through a laugh.
“Oh its a very good thing – maybe you have some extra salt and pepper in your hair. Also, a very good thing…” I said. The vibes were strong. The chemistry was palpable. I wanted him so bad, and I was starting to become confident he wanted me too. He finished his drink rather quickly.
“When do you have to be home? Can I get you another drink?” I asked.
“Oh I have a while, actually. The wife and kids are at dinner and a movie…”
I got him another beer. When I sat back down on the couch, I made a point to sit closer to him. We drank a few chugs of our drinks, then I noticed him looking me up and down. We made eye contact – I smiled – then made a bold move. I grabbed his drink out of his hand and put both drinks on the coffee table. I then turned around, leaned forward, and straddled him on the couch. My heart was beating so fast. I half expected him to shove me off. But that didn’t happen…
“Well, well, well…” He said as he grabbed my waist. “Someone has been talking to their friend…”
“Possibly…” I said sheepishly as I felt his pecs and biceps through his shirt. “I won’t lie though… the possibility of this happening right now is all I have thought about since your party.”
“Yeah, boy? Show me what you mean…” He said. I slithered down to the floor in front of him. He began unzipping his jeans. Once unzipped, I pulled them and his underwear down to his ankles. I looked up and saw a beautiful, 8″, thick, veiny, hairy white cut cock. I grabbed it with two hands and stroked it slowly, staring into his eyes.
“I won’t lie… I have thought about this too… and not just since the party.” He said.
“Yeah, daddy? Even back when I was in high school?” I asked.
“Maybe… maybe… obviously when you started to look more like a man. But yes, the thought did cross my mind once or twice while watching you play soccer…” Butterflies again. I started kissing the head of his cock, then put my lips around it and started sucking. He moaned and groaned, closed his eyes, and sat back in total bliss. I started slow, then showed him my skills. I sucked his cock from base to tip, not choking or gagging at all.
“Damn, boy! This is clearly not your first time…”
“You could say that…” I said with a smile before getting back to it. I gave him a nice, long blowjob on the couch. I reached back and grabbed his beer from the table and gave it to him. He sat back, drank his beer, and let me service him for the next 20-30 minutes. After some time, he started to lean forward to reach down the back of my pants. I was wearing a jock, which he tugged on in between hard squeezes of my bubble ass with his strong hands. At one point I pulled the cock out of his mouth and grabbed his hand, pulling it out of my pants. He thought I was rejecting him, but really I grabbed his index and middle finger and slid it into my mouth to lubricate them. He got the message. He reached back down and slid them both into my hole. I moaned in pleasure. He finger fucked me slowly for a few minutes as I continued to give him bomb head.
I stood up and he pulled his fingers out of my butt. I grabbed him by the hand and led him into my bedroom. I sat on the edge of my bed and sucked his cock while he stood in front of me. He took the rest of his clothes off, then moved on to my clothes. When we were both naked, I stood up and we made out while I stroked his cock.
“I can’t believe this is happening, boy… You ready for daddy to fuck you?”
“Oh my god, you have no idea.”
“Turn around and hand me some lube.” I turned around and he shoved me down onto my stomach on the bed. As he lubed up his cock, he stood there admiring my body.
“Damn… look at that ass. Better than I ever expected…”
“Put that fat cock in it, daddy!” I said loudly. He straddled my body and slapped his wet cock on my hole a few times before guiding it inside. It felt like years of pent of fantasy and desire sliding into me at once. I cannot adequately describe the feeling. Lets just say it was phenomenal. He fucked me slow, enjoying my soft pink pussy. I felt him glide in and out effortlessly from base to tip. Every vein of his raw cock was like a shot of heroin to the walls of my asshole. After a few mintues of slow fucking, I turned around and begged him to pound me.
“You like it hard, huh boy?”
“fuck me like a fuck toy!!” I yelled. He grabbed my shoulders and started to fuck me hard. He turned slightly to the side so he could get better leverage and fuck me deeper. Soon, we were in the midst of a rough, hardcore fuck sesh. He put me up on my knees and grabbed me by my wrists. He pulled my arms back and held on to them for support as he fucked my hole. He then sat on the floor at the end of the bed with his back leaned up against the bed. I crouched down facing him and rode him hard while holding onto the mattress to stabilize myself.
“Ride that dick boy! Ride it! Ride it!” He yelled. I slammed my hips down, then pulled up slow, then slammed them down. I felt his big fat balls slap my ass cheeks. I then turned around to ride him in reverse, but before lowering myself on his cock I gave him a view of my fresh fucked, wide open hole. He fingered me a few times and shoved his tongue in deep. Then he pushed my hips back onto his cock and I got back to what I do best. I put my palms on the floor and leaned forward, allowing him to get a good view of my ass sliding up and down on his cock. This went on for some time, maybe ten minutes.
“Where do you want my load?”
“Its your decision, daddy….” I replied.
“I like that. I want to paint that pretty face of yours… lay on your back.” I pulled out and fell to my back on the carpet. He straddled my face and jerked his wet cock for a few minutes. I sucked the ass juice off and that was all he needed. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and sprayed a massive, gigantic, sticky load of cum all over my face. It was one of the biggest single loads I have ever received on my face. Globs of cum covered my cheeks, forehead, and mouth. When he finished, I let him admire the facial before going to work pushing it into my mouth. I swallowed every drop while he caught his breath.
“Damn boy… Goddamn. That was…. fucking perfect.”
“You gonna make me your side piece?” I said with a laugh.
“Hell yes… but no one can know. For obvious reasons…”
“I am very, very discreet…” I replied. FYI – I realize I said that and am now righting a blog post for my 1000+ followers. But I have changed names and identifying information, as I do with all of my posts.
He put his clothes back on and we had another beer in the kitchen. Time went by and we ended up making out for a few minutes. I was still horny so I started to stroke his cock through his pants, hoping for another round.
“I can’t… my wife will be home soon. I need to be there when she gets home. But I promise, this will not be the last time I come over here. Not even close…”
“It better not be…” I said with a laugh. We said our goodbyes and he left. He turned me on so much I ended up calling up another regular top to come over for another session. It was hot, but all I could think about was Roger. One of my all time fantasies had come true. And it was better than I ever expected. Sorry dad! I fucked your best friend……
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