Buzz was standing at my dad’s favorite leather chair when I came downstairs for breakfast, seemingly waiting for me. He looked hot as fuck as he puffed on a cigar, his dog tags around his neck. And through his flimsy, white boxers, I could detect the outline of some morning wood that was begging for my attention.
“Where’s Dad?” I asked, trying not to stare at his package.
“He left early for work,” Buzz answered, taking a seat in the chair, eyeing me up and down. “He told me to help myself to anything I wanted before I hit the road.”
“What time you gotta get back to the base?” I queried, trying to conceal my excitement.
“Not for several more hours,” Buzz answered, taking a long drag on his cigar while adjusting his package with his free hand.
Dad and Buzz met right out of high school as army recruits stationed together and became instant pals. Dad completed his four-year commitment and then opted to leave for college on the GI Bill. Buzz, instead, kept re-enlisting, eventually becoming a career serviceman and a full-time drill sergeant at an army base an hour away from Dad.
After my parents divorced, Buzz would spend most of his leave at our house, hanging out with my dad. They’d get drunk on a couple cases of beer and reminisce about all the pussy they used to score in uniform. But as I grew and reached eighteen, I could tell Buzz had more than just an appetite for pussy.
After a few beers, I would catch Buzz staring at me wantonly. I suspected that he struggled with wanting to fuck the young recruits serving under him at the base, but knew not to cross that line. But my civilian ass, by comparison, was fair game. And with my dad at work, it was time for Buzz to have me.
“You want me to fix you some eggs?” I asked as Buzz continued to relax in the leather chair, enjoying his morning cigar.
“Not hungry,” Buzz replied, his eyes locked on mine.
“How about some coffee?” I offered.
“Already had a cup,” he retorted, precum now bleeding through his boxers where his cock head strained to be contained.
“Then maybe . . . maybe you might like me to ride your cock?” I finally offered, stepping out of my athletic shorts.
“Shit, boy,” he laughed. “I thought you’d never offer.” Wasting no time, he gripped his cigar between his teeth as he pulled off his boxers, his thick cock springing to full attention. Instantly, I proceeded to straddle him.
“No,” Buzz protested. “Suck it first. Get it wet.” I dutifully complied, dropping to my knees and taking his thick cock down my throat. “Fuck, that feels good,” he exhaled in a puff of smoke. “I’ve got a big load in these balls for you.”
“I want that load up my ass,” I announced, coming up for air and straddling him once again.
“Christ, you’re tight,” Buzz moaned, his head rolling back as I sat on his cock. “You ever taken cock before?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “Just a buddy. He’s got a girlfriend but likes to fuck my ass out in the woods when we go camping.”
“That’s a good boy,” Buzz praised, still smoking his cigar as I bounced up and down on his cock. “Buddies should help each other out like that. Your dad still gives up his hairy ass to me now and then, but I always gotta get him drunk first,” Buzz laughed. Thinking about Buzz and my dad fucking was a huge turn on, and I started to ride Buzz even harder.
“Whoa . . . Slow up, boy. I’m gonna bust fast if you keep at that pace,” Buzz warned. But it was too late, and I was too eager to get his cum inside me. “Oh, FUCK . . . I’m gonna nut,” he growled. Immediately, I could feel his thick cock throbbing and pulsing inside me as Buzz flooded my guts.
Exhausted, I collapsed upon Buzz, my head resting against his dog tags as he continued to enjoy his cigar with his cock slowly going soft inside me. “Do you like me, boy?” Buzz asked, his voice soft and paternal.
“Yeah,” I admitted eagerly. “I’ve known you all my life and I . . . I think you’re fucking hot.”
“I think you’re fucking hot, too,” he smiled. “And I like you a lot. Your Dad told me you haven’t made any plans now that you’ve graduated high school. We’ve got lots of civilian jobs down at the base. I could hook you up with some work and maybe . . . maybe we could share a little apartment together near the base. We could, you know, be together. What do you think?”
I gave Buzz my answer by throwing my arms around him and kissing him deeply, the heady aroma of his cigar on his lips. “I suppose I should ask my dad,” I cautioned. “This might be a shock to him.”
“No worries there,” Buzz replied, his cock growing hard again inside me. “I talked to your dad last night. He said nothing would make him happier than to see his two favorite guys together.”
Bobbing up and down on Buzz again, eager to milk a second load out of him, I took the cigar from him and took a long drag. “It seems we have a deal,” I exhaled in a cloud of smoke before kissing Buzz once more as he grabbed me by the hips and mashed his balls against my used hole.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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