5 comments/ 30850 views/ 32 favorites Dad's Boss By: timmywells When Eric Malone was told by his parents back in 1976 that while they were very willing to throw him a party to celebrate his graduation from high school, it would be primarily an adult affair with relatives and friends of the family because they had no intention of sponsoring a melee full of drunken teenagers like had happened elsewhere in the neighborhood in recent years. Eric feigned a bit of annoyance but didn't really care since he didn't have all that many friends and the ones he had were eggheads like himself who were hardly that type. Eric was interested in the guest list however, and when he asked his father who was invited Ed Malone ran down the roll call of aunts and uncles that Eric barely knew. "That's it?" Eric asked when his father paused after a while, because there was a name that he hadn't heard that he was praying would be on it. "Let's see," Eric's balding father said as he adjusted his glasses, and after mentioning some other faceless cousin Eric's mother Peggy chimed in. "And Mr. Lennox of course," his bubbly Mom chirped, and then Eric nodded while trying to keep from jumping up and down to celebrate upon hearing that his old man's boss would be invited. "Oh yes," a slightly annoyed Ed Malone said to his son as he rolled his eyes out of his wife's sight. "We wouldn't want to deprive your mother out of seeing Rock again." "Oh you!" Peggy said in mock anger. "He's such a nice man." "Sure." "Your father!" Peggy said as she shook her head. "He thinks I have a crush on his employer." "Well you just about swoon whenever we end up at a function with him," Ed Malone accurately noted. "He's a handsome man. No doubt about that. Your wise guy father calls him Rock because I mentioned once that he resembles Rock Hudson. You know? The actor?" Peggy teased. "But I'm a one man woman." "It'll give you a chance to wear that new bathing suit you got," Ed noted. "And who knows? Maybe he's bring his bathing suit too and you two can ogle each other all afternoon." "Silly. Richard Lennox is not going to take a second look at scrawny old me," Peggy said. "Not when your sister is around showing off her stuff." "Well, whatever you two decide," Eric said as he left them to discuss the matter, and on the way to his room the soon-to-be high school graduate tried to get his heart from racing so fast. Eric knew his father's boss from Richard Lennox coming to a birthday party his Mom had thrown for his Dad's 50th a couple years ago, and while the teen had only seen the man a couple of times very briefly since then, that first day in the backyard was what resonated in Eric's memory. It was spending that afternoon with Richard Lennox that made Eric figure out a lot of things about himself, and it had been a struggle not to keep from staring at the man who was about his father's age but bore little resemblance to his Dad. Eric remembered over hearing his parents bickering that night when the two of them were cleaning up, and it was obvious to the boy that his Dad was a bit upset at the way he perceived his wife had been flirting with his boss. "I was just trying to make the man feel comfortable - just like I was everybody else," Peggy had insisted, although Eric himself had noticed the way his Mom had been staring at the handsome man with the broad chest and muscles that made him look younger than he was. "Silly you getting jealous, just because I said he reminds me of Rock Hudson. I was kidding. Jealous at your age!" "I'm not jealous," Eric's father had said, and it was obvious that the cocktails had an effect on him when he added when he thought his son was out of earshot. "Besides, he's not that way." "You mean he wouldn't mess around with other men's wives? I'm not surprised," Mom had said. "He's a classy man." "No, I mean he wouldn't screw around with any wives, or any women. Understand?" Ed had snapped, enjoying his wife's confused look. "He's - you get it?" "Mr. Lennox?" Mom had said in a shocked voice. "He's... that way?" "He is," Eric's Dad had replied, nodding toward his son who was picking up trash a few yards away to warn her to keep her voice down. "Who would have guessed?" Eric recalled his mother saying softly as she learned too much about her fantasy man. Eric had heard enough but pretended to have heard nothing, and as he moved around the perimeter of the pool picking up cups and plates he felt a shiver go down his spine. "He's that way?" Eric whispered in an imitation of his mother as his parents went inside while his boy replayed the image of Mr. Lennox by the pool in his mind. "What would you think if you found out I think I'm that way too Mom?" Eric had suspected that he was a little different all along, but until that afternoon when he pretty much fell in love with his Dad's employer he wasn't absolutely sure. That was back then and now a couple years later Eric knew, only now when he would see Richard Lennox again he would not be a boy but a man, and even though he had no delusions about anything ever happening like he had fantasized non-stop since that day, like his mother he could still dream and here's how Eric remembers it going down. *** *** *** *** "I'm so glad it's a hot and sunny day!" Mom chirped to the company for the millionth time as she introduced another faceless relative to me, and while I smiled and was the ever-gracious nerd son my mind was elsewhere. There was somebody missing, and as I looked over the couple dozen adults my heart was sinking more and more with every passing minute. Where was he? I got the feeling that my mother was also spending a lot of time looking out the driveway for Dad's boss while we shook hands and hugged people. She had gone out of her way to look attractive and it seemed like Mom had put some extra padding in the top of her modest bathing suit, as if to compete with Dad's sister who had her jugs hanging out as usual. He's mine. That's what I wanted to say to Mom even though the idea was absurd, but I did want to see Mr. Lennox again. Who knows? Maybe the feelings I had were gone. Maybe he wasn't like I remembered him at all. Maybe he was bald and lumpy like Dad and no longer resembled any movie stars. Maybe those biceps weren't still bulging and maybe that broad hairy chest had atrophied. Perhaps my attraction to him was superficial and I only cared that he was handsome. 18 years old kids were like that even though I didn't think that I was that way. After all, that was probably why I had spent my teenage years fantasizing about others instead of being loved, because most people were exactly that way and had little use for scrawny geeks like me. And then his magic Mr. Lennox came up the driveway and into the backyard holding a little bag. He explained that he was late because he had to buy a new bathing suit because he had outgrown the old one, but as he padded his stomach he didn't look very much different than he had in my eyes. Just looking at the way the black hair peeked out of the front of Mr. Lennox's open-necked shirt had my dick stiffening already. "Eric!" Mr. Lennox bellowed as he came up to me and slammed his big paw on my shoulder. "Here's a young fellow who hasn't changed a bit. Still a lean and mean fighting machine, just older and wiser, right Eric?" "Yes sir," I replied, knowing he was correct in his assessment because I wasn't much different now that I had been that last day he had been back here. I was still about 5'9", a good three or four inches less that Mr. Lennox who outweighed me by at least 50 pounds. The idea that I had once stared at this man and dreamed about being as manly as him someday was absurd now in retrospect, but that didn't stop me from looking at him. "Eric, why don't you bring Mr. Lennox inside so he can change into his suit?" Mom said, and I nodded although as Mr. Lennox walked with me it was more like he was escorting me into the house than the other way around. "Occupied," I mumbled as we got down the hall, and then after hearing women's voices from the other side of my parent's bedroom door I quickly audibled. "Uh, you can change in my room Mr. Lennox. I have to change too." "Swell!" Mr. Lennox declared as we entered to room that was thankfully clean, and as he kept the conversation going I went into my drawer and pulled out pair of lime green trunks. This wasn't planned. I wasn't planning on going to swim at all, not willing to expose my scrawny body to this crowd, but the idea of getting naked with Mr. Lennox was too much to resist. Even something innocent like undressing with him would provide masturbation fodder for years. My hands were shaking as I tried to reply to Mr. Lennox's questions about my future while also attempting not to look at him, and that was proving to be a challenge as I tried to match his pace of undressing while he commented on stuff in my room. His chest was still broad and his arms and shoulders were still muscular, especially for someone a half-century old, and that pelt of black hair on his chest showed no signs of grey like my old man's did. Then his boxer shorts came down, and as he stood there and tore of the tags I got my first look at Mr. Lennox in the nude. I had fantasized about his cock hundreds of times, usually imagining some inhuman proportion, and although his was of fairly normal size it still looked gorgeous with the uncut bronze tube surrounded by a jungle of hair with a meaty pair of balls behind it. Don't stare, I told myself while I slid my underwear down, and I think it would have ruined this if he hadn't looked my way but he did, probably helped because I almost lost my balance when I kicked off my underwear from around my ankles. Mr. Lennox looked alright, and while it wasn't the long lingering look I had given his gorgeous manhood it was more than a glance too and I detected a catch in his voice in the middle of a question about my future college. Mr. Lennox had seen my cock and I had let him look. I wasn't embarrassed like I usually was in the locker room at school because knew he wouldn't make fun of me like those immature jerks, and I had to get my trunks on fast before my cock got hard. "Ready to roll!" Mr. Lennox announced and I agreed, and while maybe it was my imagination that he was looking at me differently now I didn't care. "Uh - gotta go first," I said of the now-vacant bathroom. "I'll see you out there." Safe behind the locked door I did what I knew I would have to do before going out into the crowd. I climbed into the bathtub and looked out the little window while dropping my trunks, seeking out my Dad's boss while my fist found my erection. "Even your back is hairy," I mumbled as I watched Mr. Lennox talking to my Mom, who had grabbed him right after he came out, and while he might have put on a couple of pounds since I saw him last it only made him look more manly in my eyes. "Nice hairy legs too, and so many muscles." I came fast and hard, and was just done cleaning the mess when somebody knocked at the door. I called out that I was almost done and then after I got myself together I rejoined the party for what would prove to be a challenging afternoon. *** About three hours into the party I was having a great time, enduring the aunt and uncle chat times and relishing goofing around in the pool. Mr. Lennox and I beat a couple of my relatives in pool basketball, although I would have loved to have gotten to guard him instead even if it would have been a mismatch. Even so there was enough physical contact with him to keep me happy. I emerged from the pool after the game and after sneaking over to the keg to grab a beer was accosted by my father, although it wasn't the drink he was concerned about. "Those trunks Eric," Dad said as he nodded down to my soggy swimwear. "Don't you have anything else to wear?" I glanced down and saw what he meant because the wet trunks, even though they were baggy, clung to my skin and left little to the imagination. "Oh geez," I mumbled. "Your mother asked me to see if I could get you to change or something," Dad said and then chuckled, "According to her she thinks you're getting my sister aroused, and that's the last thing we need." "I don't have anything else - how about if I keep a towel wrapped around me?" I suggested, and Dad agreed. "Thanks son. Have fun," he encouraged me and then before walking away he kidded while nodding downward, "Don't know where you got that from. Must be from your mother's side of the family." I laughed along with him, and while I pretended I didn't know about what the trunks could look like when wet, I already knew and it was something that Mom had mentioned a couple of times in the past. The outline of my dick was plain to see, and since it had been somewhat aroused for much of the day it was even more obvious than ever. Did I like the attention it apparently got? Hell yes. I used to be embarrassed at being so ridiculously well endowed but recently had begun to enjoy getting looked at, especially when it wasn't accompanied by laughter or jokes. Besides, what else did I have going for me? I was a skinny nerd with features that at best could be considered bland and acne that still showed evidence of existing long after the fact. What else would make people notice me? I couldn't walk around showing people my certificate for being on the high honor roll or tell them that I missed being Valedictorian by less than a point. Look at my dick instead. But to keep Mom happy I tied the towel around my waist and only removed it to go into the pool, although I did make a point to go over to where Aunt Linda was sitting and struck up a conversation with her husband who was standing behind my aunt. I fiddled with the towel, making a production number out of it before wrapping it around me, and by using my peripheral vision enjoyed my Aunt Linda's eyes unabashedly burning a hole in my trunks while staring at the outline of my pride and joy. Was I bisexual? That thought crossed my mind as I glanced down at my plump, busty aunt's cavernous cleavage, and I guess maybe I was although up to then I liked girls more than they liked me and none of them had been inclined to even touch me. In fact, the only two people to ever touch me intimately were my friend Leo and that man who had picked me up while I was walking home from school and it had started raining. Pretty sad that the only thing I knew about him was that he drove a Dodge Dart, but he was very nice and for a while would pick me up every afternoon. I pretended Dodge Dart was Mr. Lennox although he looked nothing like him. The hair on the head of Dodge Dart was silver and thinning but all I knew that when he leaned down and gave me the first head in my life in my mind it was Mr. Lennox doing it, as it was every other day for that next month or so. I was so appreciative - curious too - than I offered to reciprocate one day even though Dodge Dart had never asked me to. He enjoyed sucking my dick so much that I figured it had to be fun so after learning as much as I could about how to do it by observing, I offered. To my surprise Dodge Dart didn't jump at the chance to be my first - how should I say it - victim? He did let me do it though and from then on we followed the same routine whereas he would give me head and then afterward I would suck his dick. I figured out that he was shy because he had a little penis, probably no bigger than my thumb when he was hard, but I didn't cae because I knew how it felt like to be laughed at even if it was for a completely different reason. Besides, I figured him being small made it easier to practice on, and after a while I thought I was getting good at it, but then he stopped coming by to pick me up. Did he die? Did his wife find out (he had a wedding ring although that's all I knew)? I didn't know and never would find out, and while it wasn't romance or love it was something even if it wasn't Mr. Lennox. The crowd thinned until it was down to a small group which thankfully included Mr. Lennox. A couple of people were relatives that would be staying overnight, which meant I would be stuck on a horrible little bed in something Mom called a guest room, although nobody had ever used the cramped area except me because my folks would give anybody sleeping over my room instead of subjecting them to that thing. It was getting dark, and the last burgers and dogs were gone and the beer keg was getting low. I saw my father and Mr. Lennox talking, wondering whether they were arguing about my mother undressing him mentally all day, but as it turned out it was something very different. "Eric," my father said as he pulled me aside. "My boss had a few beers and asked me whether I would mind if he stayed overnight because he doesn't feel comfortable driving home. I know that means you having to sleep downstairs but if you wouldn't mind..." "No, that's fine," I told Dad, the prospect of Mr. Lennox spending the night sending a chill down my spine. Just being under the same roof with this man excited me, and sitting in the living room with my folks and the two cousins watching TV was made bearable by his presence. I had watched his rugged features change as the day went on, Mr. Lennox's smooth face now covered with a dense five o'clock shadow that would take me a year to grow, and the only hiccup in the evening was when he saw me staring at him and I got a wink in return. I scolded myself for being so stupid and vowed to try and watch the television, but it wasn't easy and it was almost merciful when my folks announced that they would turn in and everybody started heading towards their destinations. My folks retreated to their bedroom and my cousins went to my bedroom as I brought the glasses and things to the kitchen. "Sorry to force you into the basement Eric," came the deep voice from behind me as I rinsed out the glasses at the sink, and I jumped a little when he put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it gently while adding, "I feel a little guilty." "No Mr. Lennox," I assured him. "I loved seeing you again, and besides that guest room bed is murder. At least we won't worry about you driving home after drinking though." "I'm not drunk son," Mr. Lennox said, his beefy paw kneading my bony shoulder as he got closer to me and the room started to spin. "I stopped drinking beer early in the day and it's been club soda since then. No, I'd be fine to drive." "Oh," was all I could say as Mr. Lennox leaned against me while I prayed everybody else stayed wherever they were. "Does your mother know?" he whispered as I looked at the very faint reflection of us in the dark window in front of me, the spider and the fly. "I know your Dad doesn't." It was amazing that even as naive and ignorant as I was then, I knew quite well what he meant and didn't even bother to insult his intelligence and play dumb about it. "No sir - at least I don't think so," I replied as I felt Mr. Lennox kiss my unkempt light brown scalp that probably smelled like chlorine. "I didn't think so, although I was getting nervous that the way you kept looking at me all day would get their attention, or am I wrong about that?" "No sir," I said as I put down the glass before I broke it and gripped the sink instead. "Ever since that time you were here last time - back at my Dad'd birthday party - I've kinda..." I whispered breathlessly, not knowing what I was "kinda" about him. Was I in love? Did I have a crush on him? I didn't know and was unable to find the words but I guess it didn't matter. "I didn't realize that back then," Mr. Lennox softly replied, his face so close to my ear that I could feel his breath on my love. "Of course back then you were a boy and now - well clearly you're a man. Very much so." Dad's Boss I think the words alone would have been enough to make me swoon but when his hand came around my hip and felt around the crotch of the light sweatpants I had changed into, that had me almost falling back into his lap even though he was standing up. "Incredible," Mr. Lennox hissed as he hand found my dick even though it had retreated with nerves, and as he coaxed it through the fabric he added, "I thought maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me, but then in the pool - those trunks..." This was not happening. Even in my wildest fantasies involving Mr. Lennox, none have been like this. I wasn't the skinny unpopular geek here. I was a man, and that was verified by something a lot more valid than a calendar and that was Mr. Lennox who was pulling on my stiffening dick while I felt his erection press against my back. "After everybody goes to sleep, if you don't mind I'll..." "Yes," I said before he finished, and then he moved back and his hand left my cock as we heard the tell-tale squeak of the floorboards followed by the chirp of my Mom's voice. "Nice to have helpful men around the house," Mom declared as I kept my body close to the counter so she wouldn't see the ridiculous tent I had going on in my pants, and then she started apologizing for the cramped bed she thought Dad's employer would be sleeping in. "I'm sure it will be fine," Mr. Lennox said, and then I saw him give her a kiss on the cheek while thanking Mom for her hospitality. I used the diversion of my Mom getting giddy over the kiss to make my exit, and as I said good night I walked awkwardly around the kitchen table and heading downstairs to the basement that was a very crude man cave Dad hadn't quite finished. Mom had already laid out a makeshift bed of comforters and sleeping bags on the floor for me and had set a pair of pajamas on the edge of the ratty couch. Pinching myself would have been too dramatic even for me, but as the floorboards squeaked above me I got undressed while the events of the last few minutes raced through my mind. It was true. Mr. Lennox was definitely gay just as my father had said back then, and not only that the man had figured out that I was as well. My mother and father lived with me and didn't know. They thought I was just shy and I guess my hanging around sometimes with Rosemary Armao for the last year or so had apparently convinced them that I was straight. Little did they know that Rosemary was a lesbian and the only thing we had in common was a love of chess, but at least she was honest about her preferences with me while I stayed silent. So then I was naked, and put on the pajama bottoms only in case of emergency or my mother coming down to check on me, which I guess would qualify too. Getting down on the floor - even though it was more comfortable than that guest room bed - was humiliating to me when I thought about Mr. Lennox having to do it as well, but there was no choice so I pulled a sheet over me and waited for the household to settle down. *** It seemed like about 4 hours of me waiting there as everybody upstairs went to the bathroom and walked up and down the hall, but it was probably more like a half hour. Then after a similar length of time when there was nothing but silence save the occasional cough from upstairs, there were footsteps. Footsteps that didn't stop at the bathroom but continued on across the floor and then down the steps. I had long since passed the breathless stage and was practically hyperventilating there laying on my side under the thin sheet with my back to the doorway. I could see the shadow of the figure on the wall in front of me, and while I was pretty sure it wasn't Dad. Once I heard the snap of what sounded like boxer shorts being undone and felt the sheet rise while the visitor crawled into the makeshift bed I knew who it was. "Are you awake Eric?" Mr. Lennox asked, and even though I was petrified I managed to tell him that I was far from asleep. "No sir," I replied as he slid closer, and then I felt the prickly hairs on his legs against my smooth skin and his furry chest press into my back while I added there was no way that I could have fallen asleep. "That's good," Mr. Lennox replied as I felt him inching down my pajamas, and as I lifted myself up to assist the effort he added, "I wanted to make sure everybody was asleep so we didn't get interrupted." As I felt my pajamas get pulled off my ankles I started to turn and face Mr. Lennox but he gently stopped me and kept me as I was. "I want to take my time," Mr. Lennox whispered as he nibbled my neck while his hand came over my shoulder and rested on my chest. "I've been waiting for this for hours." "Years," I managed to say as I felt his fingers rub the little nubs of my nipples. "Been waiting years." "That excites me to hear that," Mr. Lennox said as I felt the hard flesh of his manhood press against my backside. "I had no idea, and of course that's just as well given the circumstances." Slowly Mr. Lennox's hand slid down, over my rib cage and pausing to dip his finger in my belly button before continuing downward until his fingertips reached the tiny nest of curls above my dick. "Nice," Mr. Lennox gasped with nibbling on my earlobe, but his hand went no further and just kept toying with the fine hairs and pressing against me. "You're so sexy. Never seen a lad so smooth before. I thought perhaps you shaved your body hair at first." "No," I responded and then mentioned something about wishing I was hairy like him. "You do?" he asked. "Why?" "Because you're so sexy," I admitted. " I always wished I would end up looking like you." "Be careful what you wish for," he cautioned with a little chuckle. "You still nervous? I could feel you shaking at first." "A little. Just scared I guess." "This isn't your first experience with a man is it Eric?" "No sir," I replied before adding, "Just about though." "Let's see now," Mr. Lennox said as he fingers went down through my pubic hair but this time kept going, and if he heard my gasp when his fingers grabbed my cock he didn't say anything but just pulled on it gently. "So nice - and you're a grower besides," Mr. Lennox told me as my rubbery tube came to life under what became very pronounced stretching. "I admit to having a weakness for well hung twinks like you, although that's not an apology, just an admission. What's I'm doing to your cock - does this feel good? "Omigod yes." "I thought maybe you looked so big up in your room earlier because you're so slight, but that's clearly not the case at all. You're hung like a horse, son. You don't mind me saying that do you?" I grunted a no as Mr. Lennox gently moved me onto my back, and as his left hand stroked what was becoming an full blown erection his face appeared over mine, and when he kissed me I kissed him back. "Tell me what you like Eric," he whispered. "Anything - everything," I replied as he kissed me again, and then I gave myself to him. My entire body tingled as he lavished his affection on me, doing things to me that I didn't understand but thoroughly enjoyed. This wasn't two strangers groping and going down each other in a Dodge Dart, this was a man making love to me and as Mr. Lennox taught me things I didn't know existed it suddenly occurred to me for the first time that I was a man as well. My hand stoked his furry shoulders and back as he went back and forth between my nipples, nibbling, sucking and tonguing them both gently and forcefully and everything in between while it felt like my toes were curling. Then Mr. Lennox grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand back to the headboard, his kisses moving from my throbbing nipples over to the cavern of my underarm where his tongue toyed with what wasn't much more than peach fuzz, pulling the little hairs up between his lips and enjoying my reactions before moving down my side. My cock had been in my friend Leo's hand and Dodge Dart's mouth, and up until now they were the highlights of my life until Mr. Lennox kissed his way down my body on his way to my cock, which was standing up straight courtesy of my Dad's boss's fist around the base. Mr. Lennox was licking the tip of my cock while looking up at me with a mischievous grin that I could see even in the dim light, and then his lips slid down the head of my cock and further down while my legs churned and my fists grabbed at the bedding. Up and down Mr. Lennox's mouth went, going further and further down with each bob of his head until his saliva was coating more than half of my cock, only stopping briefly to suck on my nuts before going back to work on my dick which I could swear was visibly throbbing. The end came far too soon, and after I tapped on Mr. Lennox's shoulder and tried to tell him I was about to cum I erupted. Mr. Lennox swallowed my cum as fast as it spurted out, and he didn't stop sucking until I went limp in his mouth. Only then did he raise his head up. "Oh man Mr. Lennox," I gapsed as my toes kept tingling, but as he slid back up to join me he held up his hand. "I have a rule Eric - actually I should have said something beforehand but I guess I liked the way you said my name - but once I swallow somebody's semen I insist they stop with the Mr. Lennox thing," he informed me, not for the last time unfortunately as it was a habit my parents insisted on. "Richard. Rich. Rick. Even Dick." "Okay," I responded, and after I asked what he preferred I tried it out. "Okay Richard. If Dad or Mom is around though..." "Understood," he replied, and then as I moved him onto his back as he had done to me he told me, "You don't have to you know." "Have to?" I said with a chuckle as I looked down at the hairy Adonis I had never stopped thinking about. "I've been dreaming about this forever. Don't know if I'm any good at this but..." What I did was pretty much mimic everything that he had done to me, figuring that at least I wouldn't embarrass myself that way, so I found his nipples through the crinkly fur and began sucking on them like he had mine. Richard's nipples were plump and easy to suck on and his hand raking through my scalp indicated that I must have been doing okay. As Richard's hand left my scalp he raised his arm back and rested his head on his paw, affording him a better view of my nipple sucking. My eyes drifted to the thick tuft of hair that filled his exposed armpit, and Richard noticed where I was looking and smiled. "Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery," he noted, and while I wasn't initially excited about the prospect I also recalled how wild it had felt so I nibbled my way over and briefly kissed the springy musky curls before moving downward to where Mr. Lennox's cock was waiting. Richard's cock was somewhere between soft and hard, and as I lifted his member upright I looked into the end of the long foreskin that completely shrouded the head of his cock. Not having one of my own the foreskin fascinated me so I slid it down, exposing the plump crown which had a crimson hue that stood out from the darker beige of the rest of his manhood. I took the knob in my mouth and suckled on it, taking care to watch my teeth. That was something I didn't need to do with Dodge Dart whose glans was more like a gumdrop than the thick mushroom I was nursing on now. "Nice Eric," I heard Richard sigh as I brought my lips about halfway down the shaft while my free hand reached down between his legs for his balls. Richard parted his thighs to let my hand get a better grip on a pair of balls which dwarfed mine, the moist and hairy sack holding orbs that felt to be the size of small eggs, and as I rolled them in my palm the cock I was sucking began to get stiff. Up and down my lips went, and while I could get all the way down I did my best until my spit was coated about 2/3 of what had to be close to 7" of vein-riddled flesh that was now throbbing under my affection. "You're good babe," Mr. Lennox was saying. "Too good. I want this to last. Why don't you slide around here?" "Like this?" I asked as I reluctantly stopped sucking on Richard's sweet cock, letting my mentor position me so I was straddling his face while facing his feet. "Sorry," I said when I realized my dick was hanging in his face and rubbing his nose. "No Eric, that's what I want. Like a Sword of Damocles hanging above me," Richard explained. "Just relax for a minute." With that Richard ducked under my swaying cock and started sucking my balls, first the right and then the left. His tongue slid from the base of my nuts and up my ass crack, causing me to fall forward and down onto his cock. I did my best to suck his cock, not easy give the position I was in, and Richard prying my ass cheeks apart so he could lick my anus was distracting as well but it was all working for me as Mr. Lennox's hand discovered. "Oh, to be 18 again," Richard exclaimed softly as he reached around and noticed my cock was getting stiff again, and with that he repositioned me on the sheets so I was now facing him while doing a split over his cock and balls. "Ooh," I hissed as I enjoyed the feeling of his hairy balls against mine as my nuts rolled over them. "That feels great." "This will too," Richard explained as he lifted his stiff cock upright and placed it under my stiffening dick. "Squeeze us together - that's it - now gently rock on me - yes - that's my boy." "Oh man," I groaned as I looked down in the murky darkness and saw us squeezing our flesh together, the head of Mr. Lennox's cock peeking out and hiding each time I slid forward and our skin rubbed together. "This is great." "Thought you'd like that," Richard sighed as he felt my almost erect cock bloom in our grasp. "I've done this a few times in my life, but this is the first time I've had the little one. Feels nice." "Yours isn't small," I wheezed as we kept our little dance going. "I love your cock. Want to suck it some more." "I was hoping you would say that," Richard declared, and with that I climbed down between his hairy thighs and went down on him again. My mouth moved up and down while my fist spun around on the base, feeling Richard's manhood throb as my head bobbed up and down faster and faster until I heard him moan a second before I felt his orgasm surge through his cock. I managed not to choke only because the tip of his cock was against the roof of my mouth which deflected the initial blast and after that I simply sucked and swallowed as best I could, with what I wasn't able to gulp down sliding out of the corners of my mouth and onto my hand. "That was wonderful," Richard declared as she pulled me up to him and kissed me. "I envy the lucky guy you practiced on to get that good." I chose not to tell him that I didn't even know who the supposedly lucky guy was, but all I knew was I like sucking Richard's cock a lot more. Even his semen tasted great, and as I melted into his embrace we both heard the squeezing of the floorboards above us, our eyes white and wide. Fortunately the squeezing stopped and soon the toilet flushed, and then we relaxed again. I might have even dozed off for a bit and Richard had too I think, but with us facing each other on our sides that was a major distraction. I tried to not wake Mr. Lennox but after a minute I saw his eyes open and look into mine. "Sorry." "Don't be. What a nice way I wake up, to find that my cock is being rubbed against by another. You really do enjoy that don't you?" Richard asked. "Don't let me stop you, but don't be offended if I down get aroused. I'm afraid when you get older - well - you find out." So I held our cocks together and ground my stiff one against Richard's rubbery one, and about the time I was about to cum Richard's dick was starting to come back to life. "That's it," Richard hissed as we both thrust into each other. You're going to cum soon aren't you? I can feel that huge cock of yours getting ready to shoot. Don't stop. Keep going. Harder." "Cumming," I grunted, accidentally biting his collarbone as I came all over his pubic hair, and then seconds later I heard Richard sigh. He had cum even though he hadn't got rock hard like before, and then we went limp together, covered in our semen. Our rest was disturbed my more footsteps again, and we giggled a little at it this time, although the footsteps were going in different directions. "What room is right above us?" Richard asked me. "I think it's the guest room. Maybe one of my cousins can't find the bathroom," I suggested while we listened, and then the footsteps came across us down the hall above and over towards the top of the stairs. Richard got up and moved fast, grabbing his underwear and retreating over to the furnace room. There was no escape. All we could do was hope. Finally after a minute the footsteps went back across the floor and quiet was restored. Richard emerged from hiding and we spent the next hour or so chatting. "I don't usually hire relatives," Richard said after offering me a summer job. "And it has nothing to do with what we did. I was going to make the offer anyway because I'm fond of you and you're a smart lad who seems like he can think on his feet. It's nothing great or anything, just an office intern type thing with maybe the occasional long lunch thrown in." "I'd love it," I replied, because even though I thought I might have another opportunity lined up it wouldn't be like being with Richard. "Just think Eric," Mr. Lennox mused, "Someday you'll be able to say that a guy hired me after I turned his pubic hair into a crusty sculpture with about a pint of semen." *** Epilogue... Mr. Lennox went back upstairs and put a couple of hours on the torture rack called a guest bed, and then left early leaving Mom a note thanking her for her hospitality. The rest of us had breakfast and after the cousins left for home, it was just the three of us once again, but it was not the end of the story. "Did Mr. Lennox go downstairs with you last night?" Mom asked as I tried not to choke on my juice. "Huh, well yeah," I answered quickly, figuring that maybe the truth would be better than a lie, although definitely not the whole truth. "Why would he go down there?" Mom asked as she spun a kitchen spoon in her hand. "He saw the night light on down there and came down to see if I was awake," I said. "The floor sucks as a bed so I was happy for company, and Mr. Lennox couldn't sleep because of that dumb bed." "I told you we should get rid of that thing," Dad opined. "No wonder nobody stays here overnight." "We talked about baseball and we even went outside and had a couple of beers because it was so warm out," I said while pouring it on. "I thought I was being nice, and he's a cool guy." "You were Eric, it's just that I thought it strange," Mom said. "When I saw Richard wasn't in the guest room I wondered where he went, and I thought I heard noises down there earlier but when I went to the top of the stairs it was quiet." "Maybe we were out in the yard," I suggested. "We were trying to be quiet - and Dad - maybe I should invite some of my friends over and finish that beer. The keg has to be back Monday." "Don't you worry about that beer," Dad replied, and then a light bulb went on over his head and he turned to Mom. "Say Peggy - how did you know that my boss wasn't in the guest room?" "I - uh - the door was open a little and I glanced in," Mom said very unsteadily, sort of like she did on her last attempt a decades ago to convince me Santa DID exist. "No it wasn't. I got up before you to drain the lizard and that door was shut tight," Dad said, and after Mom suggested that maybe it just popped open Dad wasn't the only one looking at Mom oddly. "Don't tell me you went in to tuck "Rock" in! Or was it something else?" Dad's Boss "Of course not. Forget I said anything," Mom barked as she declared the conversation over. "You and your dirty mind!" "Hey, you didn't give me chance to tell you that Mr. Lennox offered me a job," I announced in an attempt to stop the argument. "He hired me last night or early this morning I mean, out by the keg." Of course I gave him Richard a ring later that day to fill him in on all of this as well as briefing him on my BS so he was up to speed, for which he lauded me for thinking on my feet and proving him right in hiring me. I worked that summer job for all my college years, enjoying the work and the occasional long lunches with Richard. Dad and Mom still occasionally squabbled about what he thought was her fascination with his boss while I kept my mouth shut, but I always wondered about Mom going into the guest room - what she was expecting and what would have happened had Richard not come down to see me. *** Thank you for reading.