My dad got a huge promotion at work and told me we needed to move to the West coast with a little more than half of my senior year left. Naturally, I didn’t want to move to a new school my senior year, so my dad worked it out that I would live with his best friend, Mark, until graduation.
I knew Mark well – he and my dad spent all of their time together after mom divorced dad, but I still didn’t feel comfortable moving in with him. An 18-year-old baseball player about to head off to college doesn’t have a lot in common with a 40-year-old owner of an heating and cooling company, but I didn’t have any other options. All of my friends had siblings or other reasons it wasn’t ideal for me to live with them, so I quickly realized living with Mark was my best – and only option.
The day I moved in, dad was catching a flight later in the afternoon, so we were busy cleaning our house for the new owners, putting the last of our stuff in my SUV to drive to Mark’s and finally unloading it all at his house. Dad had literal minutes before he needed to head to the airport, so we said our goodbyes after he gave me a wad of cash.
“Be good for Mark and do whatever he says,” dad instructed. “Don’t leave your underwear all over the place like you’ve always done, OK Chase?”
Dad laughed at his own joke as I shook my head and Mark stood looking at me with a smirk. I had a heavy feeling that my life was about to be very different than what I was used to.
I was at the end of “my” bed grabbing the last pair of shorts out of my suitcase when Mark knocked on the door and walked right in.
“How’s it going?” Mark asked as his eyes scanned the room at all of my shit.
“Not bad,” I replied trying to sound upbeat even though I was sad dad was gone.
“OK, good,” Mark said as he kept his eyes on me as if analyzing my true feelings. “Listen, since it’s Saturday and your first night here, I thought I would order some food and we could watch some TV. Nothing crazy, but how does that sound?”
“It sounds great, actually,” I said feeling better.
“Good,” Mark smirked. “I’ll let you finish up while I go grab a beer and check out my food apps. Be back in a bit.”
Around half an hour later, Mark walked into the room without knocking as I stood in nothing but a jock at the end of my bed while holding a few pairs of clean boxer briefs I was about to put away.
“Shit,” Mark said after realizing he hadn’t knocked, “I’m sorry for just barging in, Chase. That’s going to take some practice.”
Mark’s eyes scanned my body before he made eye contact again. Used to nudity, it took about a half a minute to register that he was standing in only a pair of white briefs.
“So, what do you think about ordering some Chinese?” Mark asked.
“That sounds great, I love Chinese,” I said smiling.
“Cool, go ahead and order whatever you want,” Mark said handing me his phone.
I put the underwear on the bed and started going through the options as Mark walked to the window and looked out.
“That fucking asshole,” Mark mumbled to himself as he watched a neighbor do something across the street.
I took a quick scan of his nice ass in his briefs. Fuck, Mark has a sweet ass. I wondered why I’d never noticed. I looked back at the phone just as he turned toward me and waited for me to finish. I handed the phone back to him and grabbed my underwear off the bed.
“Is that all you want?” Mark asked holding the phone far from his face as he tried to angle his phone to get rid of the glare from the window.
“I got three things,” I laughed before getting serious. “I can pay for mine with the cash dad gave me if it’s too much.”
“Nah, this is my treat,” Mark said looking at me and then back at his phone. “I just know your dad said you eat enough for three people with all of your working out for baseball.”
“Thanks, but that’ll also leave me some for later ,” I said.
“OK, that’s done,” Mark replied as he put his arm down and looked at me. “You about done in here?”
“Uh, yeah, I just need to put the last of my underwear in the drawer,” I answered gesturing to the night stand behind him.
“Oh,” he said before moving back just a few inches as if to say proceed.
I squeezed past mark and felt his brief bulge against the bare skin of my ass in between the straps of my jock. I felt his eyes on me as I bent down and put the underwear away. When I turned around, Mark was staring at my ass as he adjusted his bulge. We quickly made eye contact as I started back toward him. I expected him to move, but he stayed in the same place as his bulge touched my ass again as I passed.
“You want a quick tour of the house?” Mark asked. “I just realized you haven’t seen it yet. Not that it’s big or anything.”
“Uh, sure,” I replied and stood waiting for him to lead the way.
Mark just stood there looking at me before he realized I was waiting on him. He walked to the door and turned to give me a quick look as I followed him. My eyes were immediately locked on his round butt cheeks as he walked.
We took a right down the hallway toward a couple of rooms. He pointed toward a door on the left that he informed me was the one and only bathroom of the house that connected to the hallway and his room.
“Sorry, bud, I guess I never mentioned we’d be sharing the one bathroom,” Mark said. “I’m sure you’re used to seeing naked dudes though, right?”
“Yeah, uh, it’s no big deal,” I said looking into he bathroom quickly.
“Cool,” Mark said before continuing down the hall. “This is my office … or whatever.”
“I didn’t know you worked from home sometimes,” I replied as I followed him in.
“I don’t, really,” Mark said. “I guess it’s like a man cave.
I looked around the room to see a the Lazy Boy chair in the corner facing a big TV on the wall, a desk on another wall piled high with papers and books and another desk stuffed into the open closed with two big computer screens.
Mark saw me looking at the computer desk and said, "my house is small, so I have to use every inch.”
“Pretty smart,” I said as I cracked a smile after noticing a box of tissues and a small bottle of lube near the keyboard.
The tour went to his room next, but like every other room, there wasn’t a whole lot to see. Mark had a huge king-sized bed that took up most of the room. The room smelled like him and had a pile of briefs sitting on a bench at the end of the bed.
“I do the same thing,” I said pointing to the underwear with the urge to go smell each pair.
Mark laughed, “When I heard your dad tell you not to leave your underwear around I almost told you not to worry about it. What’s the big deal?”
“Right? It’s just underwear,” I replied.
Mark got a big smile and said, “you know, Chase, I think we’re going to be just fine living together.”
There wasn’t much to the tour after that – a glance at his garage that was set up more like a second man cave with tools and another flat screen TV. The vibe of the house was comfortable, and I felt like I was truly going to enjoy my time here.
“Should we sit down and watch some TV until the food gets here?” Mark asked.
“Sounds great,” I replied, “but, uh, is it cool if I sit on your sofa in just a jock?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Mark asked with a chuckle. “Boy, if you’re ever in the house in anything but underwear or a towel, I’m going to assume you’re headed somewhere.”
The next week was fine as I adjusted to living in a new place. Mark was great at respecting my space and quickly learned to knock before busting into the guest room. By Friday, I wanted nothing more than to sit in my underwear and chill with Mark. Dad wouldn’t believe it if I told him, but I just wanted to relax.
“There he is,” Mark said walking in the door after work and putting his mail on the table.
His eyes examined my nearly-naked body as I made myself a sandwich wearing only a pair of old white briefs with a couple of small holes.
“Damn, Chase, do I need to take you underwear shopping?” Mark asked giving my butt a playful smack.
“Nah, they’re just getting good,” I smiled at Mark.
“Agreed,” he replied, “I love an old pair of briefs barely able to hold on to my junk.”
I could tell out of the corner of my eye that Mark was adjusting his bulge. Without thinking, I turned my head and looked at the mound in his dark navy dickies work pants. I felt him watching me as I watched him, and I looked up and made eye contact.
“Why don’t you go ahead and get showered,” I said desperate to break the awkward silence.
“I need it,” Mark said giving his pits a sniff. “Fuck, I’m ripe.”
He kept his arm up and moved it toward me signaling for me to smell. I moved in and inhaled a whiff his sweaty pit. He smelled so fucking good. He kept his arm in position, and I moved in closer and pressed my nose against his skin.
“You don’t smell bad,” I said softly. “It smells like a man.”
A smirk appears on Mark’s face before putting his arm down and looking at me.
“If you say so, stud,” Mark chuckled before giving my ass a swat and heading toward the bathroom.
A few minutes later, Mark yelled down the hall from the bathroom to me just as I’d swallowed the last bite of my sandwich.
“Chase, can you bring me a beer?” he called to me.
I didn’t answer, but I was quickly at the bathroom door with his beer. He was already in the shower and pulled back the curtain when he heard me. He stood fully naked in front of me as I brought him his beer in what felt like slow motion. My eyes were glued to his thick cock above a perfect set of shaved balls. I couldn’t and didn’t even tried to hide the fact that I was staring at his package. Mark followed my eyes and looked down at his junk.
“Something wrong?” Mark asked taking the beer.
“Uh, no,” I stammered. “Just know a good cock and balls when I see it.”
OK, now I was saying shit without thinking. I felt my cock stirring in my briefs as I kept standing in front of Mark.
“Thanks, stud,” Mark replied. “You want to … you wanna jump in with me? I mean, if you haven’t already showered after practice.”
I had showered after practice. It was obvious with my hair combed and the smell of my deodorant, but neither one of us gave a fuck. I quickly pulled down my briefs and got into the cramped shower with Mark.
“Here,” Mark said holding his beer with one hand and putting his other hand on my shoulder guiding me past him.
Our cock touched as I faced him and slid by. The contact immediately brought my cock to attention, and I turned to face the water in an attempt to hide my excitement. With such little room to spare, I quickly felt Mark’s hard cock against my ass and froze.
“Let me wash your back,” Mark said quietly before putting his beer on the ledge of the tub.
I heard him open the body wash and squirt some into his hands before they were moving across my back. Simultaneously, Mark’s cock moved up my butt and rested there with the tip of his penis against the top of my crack. I felt his arms move against my sides before his hands were against my pecs as he pulled me closer to him.
“Fuck,” I muttered just above a whisper as Mark’s mouth was close to my neck as his breath tickled my skin.
“You’re so handsome,” Mark said lowly in my ear.
I dropped my head back against his shoulder, and his mouth immediately began kissing the skin behind my left ear. I felt safe and at peace in that moment as he caressed my skin with his hands and his mouth. I slowly turned my head toward him and he gave me a sweet kiss on the lips. He pulled back and then turned my body toward him until our hard cocks were touching. We both went in for the kiss and began to make out as our hands explored each other’s bodies.
Lost in lust and with the feeling of tiny butterflies in my stomach, I didn’t realized that I had one hand holding his big balls while the other was playing with one of his nipples. A trigger for Mark, his nipples appeared to be hardwired to his now-leaking cock. His precum coated my wrist as I continued to hold his balls.
“Why don’t we get in my bed?” Mark asked after breaking our kiss.
I immediately turned around and shut the water off as he opened the curtain and stepped onto the tiny rug outside the tub. Mark didn’t fuck with a towel and quickly walked to his bed before getting on it. I watched as he got on all fours and turned to look at me.
“Eat my ass, baby,” he practically begged before pulling his ass cheeks apart with his hands.
I quickly got behind him and took a mental picture of the perfectly smooth pink hole in front of me. I had licked a few guys holes before, but from my limited experience this was prime man cunt. My tongue quickly started working on Mark’s ass as he moaned loudly from the feeling.
“Fuck, boy, you know how to eat a man’s ass,” Mark squealed. “You done this before?”
I didn’t answer. No talking. I needed to keep feeding on this perfect pink cunt. I don’t know how long I ate him out, but my tongue and entire face was aching when he finally demanded I fuck him.
“Stick that thick baseball jock dick inside me, baby,” Mark cooed. “Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve had a cock pounding my ass.”
I didn’t take my time, and I knew Mark didn’t want me to worry about easing into his hole. He needed my cock inside him as much as I did.
“Pound me, boy,” Mark instructed. “Give me that fucking cock. Deeper, you fucking slut.”
His dirty talk was exactly what I loved. I’d learned how much I liked it when I started railing one of the assistant football coaches months ago. From him, I learned that I liked a light choke, the smack of my ass, pulling hair – the raunchier the better.
“You like this big fucking cock?” I asked almost panting. “You need this dick drilling that little cunt, you fucking whore. You’re a fucking dirty cock whore.”
My words turned Mark on even more. He was trying to fuck himself on my hog, but I quickly reminded him I was in control. My cock, my rules.
“You’re a nasty little faggot,” I blurted out. “Ride this dick until I fill you with my jock seed, you pervert.”
I now pulled Mark’s neck back toward me causing his back to arch even more. He moaned loudly with pleasure as my cock slid in and out of his pretty pussy. We were both in heat and desperate to get our rocks off.
“Fuck my hole, slut,” Mark yelled. “Fuck me and breed my ass with your huge load.”
“Shit, you feel so fucking good, daddy,” I cried out as I unloaded an huge amount of sperm deep into his guts.
Mark felt me shooting deep into him and tried desperately to fuck himself on my dick as my orgasm slowed me down. I started thrusting into him again before he shot all over the bed below him. I slowly kept my cock moving inside him until he was fully spent.
“You dirty cum whore,” I said softly into his ear after pulling him against me.
Mark was out of breath and coming down from his high as I kissed his neck. Even after shooting an enormous load, I was so into this sexy fucking daddy and ready to go again.
He turned his head to me and we began kissing again. My still-boned cock was starting to get harder inside him as we made out. He moaned a little before he broke our kiss.
“Oh, no,” he said emphatically feeling my hard cock, “I’m going to pound your fucking hole this time.”
“Yes, sir,” I said smiling.
I slowly pulled my cock out of Mark and we sat on the edge of the bed leaning against each other as we caught our breath.
“Did you call me daddy?” Mark asked looking at me.
“Uh, yeah, I did,” I admitted. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, boy,” Mark said with another smirk. “That shit fucking turned me on so much.”
He looked at me more seriously now catching my attention.
“Do you and your dad fuck around?” he questioned.
“What? No! Never!” I protested.
“But you’ve thought about it?” Mark asked.
“I mean, yeah, I have,” I replied. “Is that weird?”
“Fuck, I don’t think anything is weird, stud,” he comforted me. “I like wild, nasty fucking, and I can tell you do too. We’ll just have to see what adventures we can get ourselves into.”
Mark gave me a wink before grabbing my chin and pulling me in for a sweet, slow kiss.
