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We were playin' dicks on a sleepover one day when Dreke, who's my best friend EVER, told me he and his dad were doing sex stuff almost every night.
Being eleven, I wanted in.
"I swear it's true!" Dreke said. "Why would I lie about something like that?"
And the thing was, he wouldn't. Best friends don't do that. If they do, they don't stay best friends. So I believed him, on one condition.
"Okay, but...how did you find out?"
Dreke grinned. "You're never gonna believe it."
"Try me."
"Well," began the skunk, still pawing at himself, "you know that pill grown ups take to make 'em go to sleep so they can work more during the day?"
"I've seen commercials. I think it's silly."
"Duh, it's silly, you silly. Anyway, remember we had that humongo thunderstorm a few months ago?"
I gave him a weird look. "Not really...am I supposed to?"
"I guess not," Dreke said, considering. "Anyway, I was already asleep because they don't scare me anymore."
"Took you long enough." The skunk stuck his tongue out at me.
"ANYWAY. I woke up and Dad was leaning over me. And yanno what he said?"
"Lemme guess: he wanted to sleep in your bed."
Dreke nodded.
"Just like that?"
"Yeah. Well, no. Argh, can't I just show you?"
"Oh. Okay, that works too." The skunk shrugged as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "Guess it couldn't hurt."
Dreke convinced his dad to let us stay up with him so we wouldn't fall asleep too early. Of course we didn't say why really, that would've ruined everything. About a half-hour before bedtime we watched him take a pawful of pills with a glass of water.
"It's not all water," the skunk told me. "He always puts some vodka from the safe in the bottle with it. Don't ask me why. I think that's what makes him do the things."
Almost right on time, Mr. Wynn started snoring towards the end of his show and Dreke went up to him and shook his leg and told him he was snoring. And just like Dreke said, his dad shut everything up and we all went upstairs to our rooms. Well, Dreke and I shared his room because somehow grownups don't know how much stuff kids actually do on sleepovers.
I won't tell if you won't, okay?
So we had just fallen asleep when I felt Dreke breathing on my face. But when I remembered I'd been facing away from him, I opened my eyes and saw Dreke's dad staring at me.
"You couldn't sleep either, huh?" He asked me, almost bumping noses. I could barely make out his eyeshine, even. I'm lucky I didn't scream or something.
"Sort of," I responded, not knowing what else to do. I elbowed Dreke awake, and when he saw his dad he rolled out of bed. He walked around to Mr. Wynn and put a paw on his dad's shoulder.
"It happens," said Dreke. "Sammy can't sleep sometimes."
*Sammy?* I mouthed. Dreke smiled. I knew Mr. Wynn's first name was Samuel, but I'd never heard anyone call him Sammy.
"Yeah, Sammy's the one I've been fooling around with lately." I watched Mr. Wynn blush and dip his head. "It's okay, we have fun."
"Yeah," his dad agreed. "We do."
"He's told me a lot about him and his friends back home."
"Where's home?" I asked.
Sammy shrugged. "Dunno, I guess. But I have friends there!" He was supposed to be thirty-seven but he wasn't acting it. Then I remembered about the pill and the vodka. From there it was easy.
Dreke grinned from ear to ear. "Hey Sammy, what year is it?"
The big skunk stood, as comfy in his fur as we were. My eyes landed on his dick, the biggest one I'd seen yet. It wasn't even hard. Dreke's dad fidgeted around like he was nervous. "Why do you keep asking? You forget a lot, silly. It's 1990, duh."
"What's your favorite show?"
"Rescue Rangers!"
Dreke looked at me. "Tolja. He's twelve, though."
"I'm big for my age," Mr Wynn said bashfully.
I decided to go all-in. "I'm Austin. I come over for sleepovers."
Mr. Wynn's face lit up. "Oh, cool!" Then he got all serious: "Do you guys play around too?" He almost whispered, then gave Dreke a frightened look. "Oh no, it was supposed to be a secret. Sorry Dreke, I forgot." He twiddled his thumbs in front of his balls.
"It's okay. This time," said Dreke. "You're lucky it was Austin and not my mom."
"Oh, that woulda sucked. Where is she?"
"In Florida, visiting her sister."
"What about your dad?"
"He works nights and doesn't get home til morning. We can do anything we want." Dreke and I looked at each other.
"Yeah, kinda," I said, and we all broke up. Seeing his dad giggling was pretty weird but so far so good.
"Awesome! You're so lucky," Mr. Wynn said.
Smirking, my friend added, "You have no idea."
"Hey you guys," whispered Dreke's dad. "Wanna go raid the fridge?"
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Several hours, two liters of Fanta Red and a whole box of Twinkies later we were propped up against the big couch in the living room watching *PAW Patrol* with Dreke's dad between us. Still naked! Somehow we'd managed to go the whole time without playin' dicks. Guess we were having too much fun.
I didn't know you could have so much fun without dicks.
"I think I'm gonna be sick, you guys," Mr. Wynn moaned. "Why didn't you warn me?"
"We feel fine," Dreke said. "You only had three."
"Don't forget the two cups of pop," I added. Sammy moaned again, though I still think he was faking it. If I have that to look forward to in my thirties, I never wanna grow up.
"You'll feel better," I heard Dreke say, and I opened my eyes to see him rubbing his dad's tummy. Don't know why, but it made my dick stand straight up pretty quick. I guess maybe I didn't really believe it until then, but it was happening.
"Mmmm," hummed Mr. Wynn. "It feels better already. I know something else that would feel even better."
*Did my best friend's dad just say that?*
Dreke gave me a "just go with it" look and I followed. "And what's that?" I asked. The big skunk replied by bending over and swallowing my dick right up.
"Whoa, Dad!"
"Huh?" Sammy left a big string of spit between my dick and his lips. Why is that so hot?
"Nothing," I said, pushing him back down.
Dreke watched, almost giddy. "Didn't I tell ya? He's really good at licking dicks."
"Mmmph," Mr. Wynn said around my junk, ears back and tail wagging a little. Actually his butt was wagging the rest. "Dreke showed me how."
I tell ya, you really haven't lived until your best friend's dad sucks you off.
Dreke put the TV on mute but I still watched in silence, not really concentrating on anything except that big skunk tongue up and down and around my shaft. I have to admit he was better than his son, cuz his tongue was bigger.
"Mmmph," Mr. Wynn repeated, higher this time.
"You close already?" Dreke asked me. "He gets all squirmy when you get close."
I only had to think like half a second before realizing I was closing in on my sparkles. "Yeah," I nodded breathlessly.
Dreke's dad hummed and stuck out his tongue to lick my balls while shoving my dick against the roof of his mouth. Then, when he clamped down and tugged gently, it set me off. I was probably hurting his head, gripping it so tight, but he didn't seem to mind. He grunted every time I dry-shot. I think it was like seven times?
When Sammy finally came up for air, he had this look on his face. I think the word is "beatific." We had it on a spelling test last year. Looking beyond his face I noticed the biggest stiffy I've ever seen, mostly because it was the only grownup stiffy I'd seen. *And it was leaking.*
Dreke noticed. "I told you he was big for his age. He already shoots. Pretty far, too."
Mr. Wynn blushed and covered his face with his paws. Just like Dreke used to do after I would suck him off, when we first started. Like father like son, I guess. Yeah, I said it.
"We should probably go to my room. The bed's bigger there," said the older skunk. I wanted to ask Dreke why his dad didn't feel weird about suddenly waking up in a strange house with strange people, but I guess it wasn't an issue. Or Dreke had already explained things to him. Or maybe...
Dreke hopped to his feet while Mr. Wynn stood slowly and offered an arm up. His dick stood up more than out, all seven inches of it. I had to feel it, so before he could turn around I grabbed it and pulled while he kept moving. When he finally stopped I had two inches of soft pink skin between my fingers.
"Sorry not sorry," I whispered before leaning down to put it to my lips. The skin fell back when I let it go but I sucked on the last bit, even running my tongue between the skin and the shaft. Something hit my throat and I pulled off to taste it. "That's the first pre I've ever tasted. "That was hot, Mr...Sammy."
"You're good at that," Dreke's dad mused. "Ooooh!" He squealed, jumping up and running out of the room and down the hall.
We exchanged confused looks and followed, boners leading the way.
When we got to the master bedroom we both burst out laughing; seeing an almost-middle-age skunk hiding under the covers like he was invisible was too much even for Dreke. I tore the covers off and he squealed again.
"You found me!" He whisper-yelled.
"You weren't making it difficult," countered his son. "Can we join the blanket fort club?"
"Sure!" Sammy said, and we climbed into the bed with him. Suddenly everything got bright. Mr. Wynn had brought a flashlight, just like summer camp! Sexy summer camp!
Soon we were in a circle, cross-legged and hard. Even me, because, well, eleven. Mr. Wynn's head made a tall tent pole.
"So we don't have a bottle but we can play Spin the Flashlight," Dreke's dad offered. He spun the flashlight and blinded all three of us. "Okay, maybe not."
"It's okay," Dreke assured him. "We can play Truth or Dare."
I rubbed knees with Dreke, and his dad did the same to my other knee. "I have a feeling we won't be doing much truthing," I said. Looking at the both of them, I don't think any of us could've gotten any harder at that point.
"How about we just play dicks?" Mr. Wynn suggested. The vote was immediate and unanimous. We learned those words this year!
"Hey D...Sammy, you wanna show Austin what you taught me?"
"Which part?"
"The kissing part, silly."
"Oh yeah!" Dreke lit up, his tail twitching under the blanket.
Mr. Wynn leaned to whisper in my ear: "I don't know how I know, but I guess I'm a good kisser." That blush again! He must've blushed a lot when he was a kid.
I guess I made a face because both skunks laughed. "What, kisses are gross!"
"Not from this guy," Dreke said, leaning over with his chin up. Sammy leaned down and like *swallowed* Dreke's muzzle with his own. I mean, if it'd been one of our friends or another grownup I wouldn't've cared, but man...those two can kiss. I think Sammy had his tongue halfway to Dreke's tailhole.
All I could do was say, "Oh wow," over and over again. And hope I was next. My paw went between my legs automatically, and thirty seconds later I sparkled again. I couldn't hold still and had to fall back it was so strong.
Mr. Wynn had been watching out of the corner of his eye, still sucking face with Dreke. He leaned until his son lay on his back, drug a big calloused paw over his tummy and pressed up on his bits.
Dreke made whimper noises in his throat that got higher and louder the faster Sammy worked the foreskin between his thumb and pointer like there was no tomorrow. I started to get jealous, thinking about what I'd been missing, but then I remembered I was right fudging there about to play dicks with my best friend and his dad.
I don't know what else to say. I just watched quietly and touched myself while Mr. Wynn gave his son the best sparkles I've ever seen. I'd be jealous but Sammy has big paws!
Let's face it: Sammy has big everything.
Mr. Wynn kept kissing Dreke but softer and slower as my friend came down. He shivered and shook, his tail all poofed out like when you roll around in clean laundry.
"That's fun to do every time," Sammy said kinda dreamy. Dreke was still grinning but it wasn't the same. I think he really wanted to wake his dad up but didn't know what would happen. Probably better that way.
He snapped out of it and said, "Hey Austin, you wanna play with his dick?"
"Just try to keep me away." From where I was I didn't have to reach very far, but by the time I got close my paw was trembling.
"Go on," Mr. Wynn said. "It's big but not scary. Dreke was the same way." I could just imagine the first time, what it was like to just...
I took it in my paw and just held it, feeling it pulse and twitch with life. I ran my fingers down past where the skin turned to fur and rolled his balls around. Geez, they were heavy. Sammy's dick had leaked all over his belly and the fur there was all matted and sticky and musky and murrrrrr. The skunks watched me stick out my tongue and lick under the head.
Wow! Grownups have lots of flavors.
I smacked my lips and swallowed. "That's the first pre I've ever tasted."
"Yeah?" Sammy asked.
"It was awesome!"
"I know, right?" Dreke said. "I don't know if I'm gonna like shooting it, but it's fun to drink."
"You get used to it," Sammy said. "I think."
I bent his dick down to get the stuff right from the tip. I couldn't help sticking my tongue under his foreskin again for more of that musky smell. Even after a shower he still smelled more like a dad than soap. If I bunched up the skin enough, I could get two inches down in there. Made me wonder if you can stretch the skin over someone else's dick. Maybe I'm weird.
"Look at him go," Dreke mused when I closed my eyes and put the head in my mouth, which was about all I could do. I got another of those shots way back by my tonsils that were removed when I was eight. This definitely wasn't ice cream, but it tasted just as good.
"He really likes foolin' around, doesn't he?" Asked Mr. Wynn.
"As much as we do, if not more," Dreke answered. "That reminds me..." He waggled his eyebrows and his dick at his dad, who did the same thing to him that he did to me.
"Oh, FUDGE!" Dreke gasped, clamping a paw down on Sammy's head to keep him there, which he really didn't need to do because Mr. Wynn didn't want to stop. "Ohhhhh, Ddddd..."
Next thing I know Dreke took his dad's dick from my mouth and stuck it in his to keep the secret safe.
"Aw yeah you guys," Sammy panted around Dreke. "It's super hot with three. Hey Austin, you wanna fuck me?"
Whoa.
Dreke felt the same way. "Whoa dude!" He said with pre dripping down his chin. "Just spit and go for it. He's super soft and hot in there."
I lifted one of Mr. Wynn's legs and stared down at the little pink button. Every so often it would twitch when Dreke sucked him. I was going in. Never mind he'd just told me he'd fucked his dad at least once so far.
"He's a little bigger than you, Dreke," said Sammy. "Not that it matters, but it should feel good."
"Oh, here, wait." Dreke went back down on Sammy and got as deep as he could. A few bobs later he came up, cleaning his dad's dick along the way. I was about to ask but he leaned back, hooked an arm behind Mr. Wynn's knee and spit on his tailhole. "There! You're welcome." He worked his jaw a few times before deciding to jerk Sammy the rest of the way.
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I stared at the gob of stuff on Mr. Wynn's hole, thick and clear. While Dreke and his dad kept doing each other, I touched my dick to the button, swirling the stuff all around and making sure I got some on me. Getting as close as I could on my knees I held it still while I pushed.
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Dreke's dad opened up even easier than I thought he would. Watching my head push his own pre back into him, seeing the hole go in and out with my hips. It was the fourth time I'd ever yif...FUCKED anyone, and the other three were with Dreke.
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"Yeah," breathed Sammy before he started licking Dreke's balls and down below to his tail. Dreke, who had a bunch of pre on his face already, dragged his dad's dick over his head and cheeks, sniffing and licking the whole time.
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We really didn't say much after that. We didn't need to. I wish I could say I lasted longer, but eleven, and I was so excited I couldn't slow down. Even after Mr. Wynn's blowjob.
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I think I made it two minutes before I sparkled all up inside Sammy. He knew he was only getting dry ones but he still made really neat noises. I stayed half inside, humping just a little, enough to keep Mr. Wynn on edge. The closer he got, the hotter and tighter, until it was almost painful.
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"Ow," I said, mostly jokingly.
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"Hold on," Dreke's dad said, "I'm almost there. Dreke, watch out." But Dreke didn't care; he was pointing the thing right at his open muzzle. He wanted it.
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I watched them get closer and closer, holding paws. The covers were almost falling off but none of us cared. Sammy's hips started moving, sliding my dick around inside him. Then he closed his eyes, bit his lip, and growled out eight or ten shots of cum, all over the side of Dreke's face. He even got some on his eye.
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"Ack, it stings!"
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"S....sorry," Mr. Wynn managed. "Can't help it."
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Dreke sparkled soon after when his dad made a tongue-arch and rolled it around underneath. At first Sammy was excited to get Dreke off, but soon he was yawning.
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My friend looked at me funny. "We gotta go," he whispered. "He goes back to sleep after he cums and then he wakes up like normal. I don't know how loud we can be so just keep quiet." We got out from under the covers and tucked his dad in as best we could, wiped up the cum and took the flashlight.
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Back in Dreke's bedroom, he showed me how to kiss. He said he'd wanted to do that for a long time with me. It made me feel all special-tingly inside. I guess maybe I wanted to, too. We couldn't stop talking about how awesome it was, and next time because Dreke said he would make sure there was a next time.
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On the bottom bunk, I lay thinking for awhile. Mostly about all we did and how cool Dreke's dad was. But I couldn't get to sleep. As quietly as I could, I slid out of bed and padded to the hall in my PJs.
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Looking to the end of the hall, I decided to take a chance. If Mr. Wynn didn't wake up, then fine. If he was still Sammy, cool. If he was back to normal, I could just say I couldn't get to sleep.
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I tiptoed to the far side of the bed and watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful, except for the snoring part. I started out slow and ended up just rolling onto the bed against him. He didn't even notice. I could probably have sucked him again without waking him up, but I was too tired to care.
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At least we knew the pill worked.
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