I had some issues with that son of mine hanging around with Jarrod so much. I thought he was a bad influence on my kid. My son was a decent but somewhat naïve boy whereas Jarrod was…well…bit of a manipulator and the sort of guy I remember from my own high school days. The guy who was the first to get to feel up a girl. The first to finger one up the pussy and the first one to actually fuck pussy. He was also the one who instigated ‘stuff’ with buddies, hauling out his father’s Playboy collection and getting various buddies to go along with jacking off together as they flipped through the pages. We all remember that guy, right? That was what Jarrod was like. I didn’t trust him one bit!
That being said, I was not immune to his Bad Boy charms myself. The difference being, as a grown man with some experience under my belt, I knew if I ever gave in to the kid – an increasingly distinct possibility – it wouldn’t be him having his way with me but me having my way with him! The idea of introducing him to bottoming was exciting and highly arousing.
To be perfectly honest, I had no idea if Jarrod had managed to seduce my son, if they ‘did anything’….and I really didn’t want to know. The mental image of my son naked with Jarrod, jacking each other let alone anything else like going down on the guy, was not somewhere I wanted to go! But, at the same time, there was no denying Jarrod was a hot little shit, if a bit too cocky for his own good.
It became abundantly clear, however, Jarrod had set his sights on me. Oh, boy. And I will admit it was flattering. But messing around with a neighborhood teenage boy was tricky enough. Him being my son’s buddy just complicated it even more but…well….a man can only take so much and Jarrod had started to show up at the house when he damn well knew my son was not home and not leaving, choosing instead to wait until my son got home.
At first he just sort of hung out and talked. Oh, I definitely picked up on his body language and his lingering gazes centered on my crotch. I just chose to ignore them. And, in a perverse sort of way, I actually enjoyed stringing him along, having him being the one who wanted it but unable to get it. A different experience for him, I had no doubt. I suspect he was quite used to getting what he wanted fairly easily. Not with me he didn’t!
Eventually, though, he upped his game. I found that amusing as well and even more flattering. And, yeah, I admit it; I flirted a bit back, led him on. I had no intention, however, of actually allowing anything to happen. Yeah, well, the best laid plans of mice and men and all that….
He was over one afternoon, again. And he clearly was fed up not having something happen or maybe he was just being a horny teenager bound and determined to get his buddy’s Dad, but he dispensed with the lingering looks, the suggestive comments and as he sat on the stool next to mine at the kitchen counter he slid his hand down between my legs and groped me!
I was taken aback. I really didn’t expect such a blatant move from him. And I recognized he was taking a big risk himself and you had to respect that. Admire that. Respect and admire it enough to…well…reward him for it. So, despite my own resolve, I slid my hand between his legs and groped his firm young cock right back, then grabbed a handful of his thick hair, pulled his face to mine, my mouth seeking his. He responded. In spades. Moaning into my mouth and definitely kissing me back.
Ten minutes later we were both naked on the family room sofa. He had already gone down on me and I had gone down on him but I wasn’t looking for an exchange of blowjobs. If this was going to happen – which obviously it was – I was going to fuck the boy up his smooth tight ass. Whether he’d ever been fucked up it before, I had no idea. But he was gonna be that day!
I rimmed him and it was clear to me he had never experienced that before. He was loving it, gasping and groaning and just straight up losing it. I suspect he had never had anything done with his ass, probably hadn’t even ever considered his ass as a sexual zone, so getting rimmed was a revelation to him. I love it when that happens…..
Of course after having his cute little teenage bung hole eaten out, and feeling my tongue scouring his velvety ass walls, he was needing – and I mean needing!! – fucked. I was happy to comply.
Damn, the whole situation was so charged. And the sensation of his warm snug butt hole gripping my cock and literally pulling me inside him and seeing my cock pumping in and out of his smooth plump teen boy ass was going to ensure a major cum on my end. I nearly blacked out from the intensity of that orgasm.
I still have no idea if he and my son do anything but he and I sure do.
I just hope my son never figures it out…..
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