6 comments/ 49236 views/ 22 favorites My Son's Boyfriend By: timmywells I would be lying if I said that I was totally stunned about what I saw that afternoon when I came home early from work that day back in the summer of 1988 and saw my son and his best friend in his bed, naked as they day they were born, nor was I shocked about what they were doing. As I passed the doorway of my son Norman Jr. and saw him kneeling at his friend Kenny's hip enthusiastically performing fellatio on him, I froze in place. I wasn't there more than 5 seconds before retreating back down the hall, but I learned quite a lot in that brief time. The fact that my son was, if not gay then quite bisexual, was no surprise to me. My wife had no clue, insisting one time that Junior was, in her words, "No more gay than you are." She was right in that regard, because she married somebody who fit that description quite well. What Junior was doing that afternoon was what I spent many a day doing back when I was 18, and in fact my wife Dorothy was the first, and likely last woman I would have sex with. I love my wife, but more like a sister than anything else, and while that's not fair to her, that's the way it is. Back in the 60's, being gay was not something that many people went around bragging about, because it not only got you verbally and physically abused, it made you a pariah in many circles and put limitations on any career aspirations you might have. So I married like it was expected of me, and 24 years later I was looking at my son, however briefly, and wishing it was me there. In that five seconds I saw that Junior was a lot like me, and that's not necessarily a great thing in many ways. My son was built a lot like me, that was for sure, and while his husky build and hairy body was certainly no surprise since we live in the same house together, when I saw his erection I cringed when I saw that he had inherited the same short fat stub I had been blessed with. My eyes spent little of those seconds on my son, however, and not only because I have no interest in my boy that way. His friend Kenny was another story all together, and when I backed up from the doorway and went outside it was that adorable little guy that was on my mind. Safely outside, I tried to get my heart beating at a somewhat normal rate while my mind tried to comprehend what I had just seen in there, and I came to the conclusion that I must have had a strange angle or something because what I had seen seemed impossible. I was so aroused that I found myself walking along the side of the house up to my son's bedroom window, regretting the fact that I wasn't about a foot taller so I could see what I was listening to. I stood out there for about 5 minutes, and if any neighbors saw me they would have thought I was strange, although what I did wasn't what I wanted to do. I just stood there and listened. I knew what they were doing well enough, and it was obvious that my son no longer had Kenny's cock in his mouth because he was the one moaning and grunting as I heard the bed squeak and their bodies slap together. I left after they were done, hurrying out to my car and coasting back down the driveway, not starting the car until I was out on the road, and as I drove I realized that I was drenched with sweat, my shirt stuck to my skin even though it wasn't THAT warm out. As for the big wet spot in the front of my trousers, that wasn't sweat but a testimony as to how much my erection had drooled while I listened to Kenny fucking my son. I hadn't jerked off - that would come after I got down to the park and walked into the woods - grateful that the place was deserted, and when I came I came hard and fast, tattooing the ground with my load while I leaned against a tree. Hanging around the park for a while until my trousers dried off, my mind kept replaying that vision of Kenny on his back in the bed, only when I imagined it, it was me that was with Kenny instead of my son. This wasn't the first time I had thought about Kenny, but it was the first time that I did it without feeling guilty. You see, although Kenny was older than my son - a year older than Norman Jr., he didn't look it. The two of them - my son and Kenny - were both about 5'8" or so, but while my football lineman son was around 200 pounds solidly packed on that squat frame, Kenny weighed half of that. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but he was a slender kid whose long light brown hair made him look slightly effeminate although he didn't act that way. Come to think of it, I mused as I sat at the park picnic table in the park, Kenny looked a lot like another one of Junior's friends, Timmy, who I hadn't seen in quite a while, not since Kenny became a regular around our house. Could it be that my son not only resembled me physically, but was attracted to the same type guys? Back in the day, I had enjoyed my share of Kenny's and Timmy's, guys that seemed to be exact opposite of me. I loathed the way I looked back then as and now, a lumbering neanderthal, and found myself drawn like a moth to the flame for guys like Kenny. For whatever reason, many of them found me desirable too, proving that opposites sometimes do attract. One thing I knew though, after the wet spot in my trousers dried, was that being around Kenny would be different now, and a lot more difficult too, because that image of him on the bed would be all that I saw. *** I had sex with my wife Dorothy that night, and while I pounded into her it wasn't her trim, still girlish looking body I was imagining, but Kenny. We had sex the next night too, after Junior told me that he was going to be out late with his "friend", and it was the way I liked it best, even though Dorothy didn't care for it much. "It makes me feel weird," Dorothy would always say whenever I would coax her into using the strap-on, while I would pretend that it was no big deal and that it was only a way to keep things fresh in our marriage. It probably looked weird, but since I was on all fours with my face to the headboard while she lubed my ass and slid the rubbery dong into me, I didn't see it, and in my mind it wasn't my wife thrusting into me, it was Kenny. And it was good. *** "Now that's something I should be doing," I yelled out the car window as I pulled up to the kid who had just stopped jogging and was bent over and holding onto the edges of his shorts while catching his breath. "Oh, hi Mr. Green," Kenny said as he looked over at who had pulled up next to him. It was no accident that I had appeared there, having seen my son's friend jogging about 5 minutes ago and had discretely followed him around, watching his lithe body gracefully going down the street and fantasizing. Kenny was dressed modestly, pretty much the way he looked a lot of times when he swam in our pool, only with a tank top on to go along with the baggy shorts. I was never a fan of the shorts, always wishing that Kenny wore something a little more revealing, but after seeing him naked that look started to make more sense. After a couple minutes of idle chat I suggested that he looked thirsty, and if he wanted we could go get a soda on something, and to my surprise and delight he agreed. "Ran dry a while back," Kenny explained as he showed me the plastic bottle attached to a belt loop as he climbed into the car. "We can hit the Burger King drive-thru," I suggested, and Kenny said that was fine. That saved me the trouble of explaining my erection if I had to get out of the car, but after we got the sodas Kenny expressed some concern. "I probably reek," Kenny said as I drove down to the park, but I assured him that he smelled just fine. I omitted the part that if he wanted me to I would be glad to lick the perspiration off of his sweaty body, because I never minded fresh sweat at all and Kenny was dripping wet. The little sprays of golden hairs under his skinny arms were barely visible as they were pasted against the skin of his armpits, and I wondered what he would do if I leaned over and tasted them? Did my son ever do that to him? "Place is deserted," I said as we pulled into the lot of the park. "Yeah, for some reason nobody really goes here," Kenny said. "Sometimes at night though - well, you can imagine. Drinking and - stuff." "I'll bet," I said while turning off the car, and for some reason added, "Do you and Norm come down here much?" "Sometimes," Kenny admitted, grinning so his dimples showed, and I saw a little flush of color appear on his smooth cheeks as he sipped from his straw. My eyes kept going over to those baggy shorts, wishing that there was a way to make them disappear, and after making some small talk about what his sophomore year of college would be like, I guess the heat got to me. "You know, I have to tell you something," I heard myself say. "Last week, I - and it was an accident - I left work early, and..." "I know," Kenny said, staring out the front window, "You do?" I asked, and after Kenny nodded, still staring out the window, I apologized. "You saw me?" "Yeah. Norm didn't though. Didn't you know about me and Norm?" Kenny said. "I suspected, but his Mom didn't - still doesn't," I explained. "Anyway, I just wanted to say I was sorry." "Me too," Kenny said. "Sorry you didn't stay." "Huh?" "It was sexy," Kenny said. "I didn't mind. Lotsa times out at the pool - didn't you ever notice me looking at you?" "Me?" "Omigod yes," Kenny said. "That would be my number one fantasy, being in bed with you two." "I could never..." I said, but found myself reaching over and putting my hand on Kenny's thigh, under the edge of the leg of the shorts. "I haven't done anything like this in so long, but if you weren't my son's boyfriend." "We're all family, sort of," Kenny said, swallowing hard while looking my way for the first time. "Aren't we?" "I want to suck your cock so bad," I blurted out while I squeezed Kenny's skinny thigh. "I can go home and shower," Kenny said, but I shook my head no. "I'll lose my nerve," I said as I leaned over, reaching for the lever than would recline Kenny's seat, and when I did that Kenny lifted his butt off of the seat and yanked his shorts and underwear down fast. The seat had just started to go back when I glanced up over Kenny's shoulder. "Shit!" I said, letting go of the seat lever and straightening up when I saw a car pull into the lot. "Cops?" Kenny yelped, a look of horror on his face, and while it wasn't cops it might as well have been as a car with a couple, a man and woman, swung into the lot and parked down at the other end. "No," I said, able to look down at them over Kenny's shoulder. "They're eating lunch I think." "Shit," Kenny said. "Don't," I said when Kenny started to pull up this shorts. "They can't see us from there." The other car was a little bit closer to the woods, allowing me to see them without being obvious as well as being able to see them if they got out of the car, so I reached over and took Kenny's dick in my hand. The flaccid tube looked nothing like what I had seen my son gobbling, but the minute I took his penis in my hand and pulled it, I was startled at how elastic it was, and after a couple of pulls I felt it getting firmer and longer. A lot longer. "Feels nice," Kenny sighed as he let his head go back on the headrest, and I could see his eyes on me while I looked back and forth at both what I was holding and our unwanted parking lot neighbors. "Can't believe how well hung you are," I gasped as I looked down at what had to be at least 8 or 9" of pulsating flesh in my hand. "Like the big dicks, Mr. Green?" Kenny asked as he scrunched in the seat and raised himself into my hand. "Been a long time since I've held any, and never anything like this," I said as my hand slid all the way up to the tip so I could rub my thumb on the gooey opening, causing Kenny to suck in a deep breath through his teeth. "Guess I must because ever since I saw you I haven't been able to get it out of my mind." "Know what I did to Norm after you left the hallway?" Kenny whispered. "You fucked him," I grunted. "I went outside and was at the window." "You saw us?" "Heard you," I said, wanting so bad to lean down and take his beautiful cock in my mouth. "I stood outside and heard you slamming this big cock into my boy's ass." "Oh, that is so hot," Kenny sighed. "I would have cum so fast if I knew that. You know what I think about sometimes when we fuck? I fantasize it's you I'm doing it to. You ever take it up the ass, Mr. Green?" "Been a long time," I said. "Been a long time for everything for me, but yes, I used to love it, but I'm not as young as my son. He's in better shape than me." "You look fine to me," Kenny said. "I've seen you in the pool. You look a lot like Norm, Mr. Green. Even better because you're more hairy than him. You even have hair on your back. That really turns me on, being with a big cuddly bear. Never been with any guy as hairy as you." "Eat those fucking sandwiches," I muttered toward the other car. "You're just as turned on as I am, aren't you, Mr. Green? You like it rough?" Kenny sighed as I watched his pre-cum drooling onto my hand. "I don't know - don't know if I could take anything like this," I said as I looked over at what I was stroking. "You and Norm's Mom swingers?" Kenny asked. "Omigod no," I said. "You do guys on the side?" "No. Haven't really been with a man since before I got married," I admitted. "You miss it, don't you?" Kenny asked, and I nodded. "Only got married because - well - things were different back then and I didn't have the guts to - you know." "Gonna cum soon," Kenny muttered, and when I saw his face contort I dove down and got my mouth on the head of his cock just in time to catch a spurt with my throat, and while I choked a bit that didn't stop me from letting my lips slid further down while Kenny came like a machine gun. I lifted my head up when he stopped cumming, looking up to see the people in the other car were oblivious to what me were doing, and Kenny and I exchanged nervous grins as I used my tongue to catch some of Kenny's seed that was oozing out of the corner of my mouth. "I can do better than that," I said. "That's scary because that was so hot," Kenny said as he looked over at my lap. "Did you cum?" "No," I said, sheepishly admitting that I had a bit of a drooling problem when I got excited. "What are the neighbors up to?" Kenny asked as he kept his eyes in my direction. "Eating," I said. "Lean back," Kenny said, and when I did he reached under the steering wheel and fumbled with my zipper. "This is awkward but..." "Not easy to find," I said. "You sound like Norm," Kenny said as he reached into the fly of my trousers in search of my cock, and when he managed to get his hand into my boxers he cackled. "Damn, Mr. Green, you got a beer can too." "A what?" I said, confused at first, but when I figured out what Kenny was talking about I added, "Pretty short beer can." "I thought Norm had a thick cock, but I think yours is even fatter," Kenny said, as my erection fit neatly into his grip. "Can't come close to getting my hand around it. Head of yours is like an apple, just like his. I can deep throat Norm's but..." "Not going - to be able to," I groaned while Kenny's hand started squeezing and twisting my stub. "Cum for me," Kenny said, but I was already there, and although I tried to look like nothing was happening just in case the neighbors glanced over, it's not easy when you're having an orgasm like the one I experienced, so I just gripped the steering wheel while my body shook. "Man, Mr. Green," Kenny exclaimed after pulling his hand out of my pants, a hand that was covered with cum. "You really popped a load." "Please don't tell my son about this," I said. "Of course not," Kenny said as he wiped his hand off. "I would never hurt Norm, but I want you too, Mr. Green." "You can call me Norm, or Norman," I suggested. "Whatever I call you, I want you," Kenny said as he reached down and wiggled his limp dick at me before pulling up his shorts. "And I think you want this too." "I do," I admitted, because while I thought I was intrigued by my son's friend's manhood before, after holding it and having my mouth on it for a few seconds, I was flat out infatuated now. "Guess I better take you home, since these people aren't leaving." "We could sneak into the woods," Kenny suggested. "Trust me, if I looked at your ass for ten seconds I would be hard again - as hard as blue steel." "They would see us," I said, the thought of being seen wandering into the woods with a young fellow like Kenny too much to handle. "Besides, I don't have any - you know?" "Lubrication?" Kenny said. "I have some. The natural kind," he added, and when I gave him a quizzical look he stuck out his tongue and wiggled it at me." "What's the matter? Mrs. Green doesn't rim you?" Kenny asked, and when I rolled my eyes at the very thought of it he laughed and added, "She doesn't know what she's missing. I'll bet yours is hairy too, isn't it?" "That wouldn't bother you, would it?" Kenny asked after I nodded. "Me licking that hairy asshole of yours gross you out?" "No," I said, and when Kenny asked me whether I ever snacked in that area I admitted I did. "But not Norm's mother. She doesn't approve." "No wonder you're so horny," Kenny chuckled. "Are you trying to drive me crazy?" I laughed as we drove out of the lot. "Yes," Kenny conceded. "I'm trying to make you want it so bad you can't stand it." "I'm already there," I confessed. "Then the only question that needs to be answered is when?" *** I was about to cheat. That revelation came over me as I sat on the edge of the bed of Room 221 of the Red Roof Inn, waiting for my son's friend to arrive. Kenny wasn't late, I was early, and it was a good thing too because I had managed to sweat through the shower I had taken before leaving the house, so after using the motel's facilities, I sat there in my towel and waited. This wasn't the first time I had cheated. Back after we first got married we became friendly with a couple next door. My wife and Roy's exchanged recipes while Roy and I, well we didn't exchange bodily fluids. He gave and I received. It started during a Monday Night Football game, when Roy - who was drunk he claimed that night and every time afterward - lamented that his wife wouldn't "finish" oral sex the way he wanted. I claimed I was drunk too but felt sorry for him, and the next thing I knew I was sucking on his dick and "finishing" the right way. Roy never reciprocated with anything but his hand, but that was fine with me because I missed the feel of a cock in my mouth. I also missed something else, but when I suggested it my neighbor looked at me like I had grown horns. "I'm no queer!" he announced, and while I was tempted to say that somebody who jerks another guy off and let him suck his cock wasn't exactly a straight arrow, I didn't because I was kidding myself as much as he was. That was it for Roy and me, and also the end of my dalliances for my gender, although I was tempted a number of times. That was about to change however, and I was so nervous I paced around the room, which was a very short hike, and ended up in the bathroom. The lighting in the bathroom was bright and harsh, and when I took the towel off and looked at my body in the mirror I winced, wondering why anybody - my wife and especially Kenny, would have any interest in me. My near half century on earth had not been all that kind, I mused as I sucked in my stomach and fluffed up the mat of hair on my chest, wincing at noticing the strands of grey that had snuck in amidst the dark brown. Down below, I surveyed the gardening job I did on the jungle that surrounded my cock. Not bad, I thought, because now at least you could see the thing amidst the bush. After rinsing my mouth out with Scope again, I grabbed the tube of lube I had brought and went back to my perch on the edge of the bed and waited. My Son's Boyfriend "Thought I was going to be the early one," Kenny said as he entered the room, and as he closed the door I stood up, clad only in the towel wrapped around my waist. "You're right on time," I said as Kenny came over to me. "Don't need this," Kenny said, and then the towel was off of me, courtesy of my young friend flick of the wrist, and as he hugged me he asked me whether I was squeamish about a lot of physical contact with a lover. "Good," Kenny said as his fingers raked my chest. "I want to savor all of you. Some guys just want the cock." "No, I want all of you too," I said as I pulled his t-shirt over his head and then sank to my knees and undid his belt, letting his shorts drop to the carpet as I stared at the absurd bulge in the snug cotton boxer briefs, a bulge that pulsated under my hand when I traced it through the fabric. "Been looking forward to this all week," Kenny said as his hands ran over my shoulders and upper back. "Have you Mr. Green?" "Yes," I mumbled while staring as the slender bulge inches closer and closer to escaping out the leg of the underwear, giving up on him calling me by my first name. My hands went up to the elastic of his shorts, coaxing them down and expecting to see his pubes begin, but it seemed that Kenny did a little gardening of his own, with only a little nest of golden curls above the base of his cock. Slowly I exposed Kenny's cock, which was pinned and pointing to his feet. The base of the shaft, thicker than the rest of the organ, and then a couple of veins that became one as more of the pale organ was revealed. I licked the part that was exposed, causing Kenny to chuckle and accuse me of teasing him. "Teasing both of us," I said, relishing this moment even though the animal within me wanted to yank his underwear down fast, and just when it seemed that it would never end, the conical head of his manhood appeared and then it was free. I ducked away as Kenny's majestic organ swayed up lazily, sliding the boxers to the carpet so he could step out of them, and as I ran my hands up his legs, the down on his calves felt like a cloud as my eyes savored the view. Up close, Kenny's cock looked even more amazing. His balls, looking quite nice in their hairless wrinkled sac, were decent-sized but were dwarfed by what was pointing at me. My right hand grabbed the base of his cock, which had a bit of a curve to the right, and as my tongue ran over the nose-cone of this elongated rocket I glanced up at Kenny, who seemed to enjoy my lust for him. "That's it, Mr. Green," I heard Kenny say as I closed my eyes and let my lips slide down his sleek organ until I felt the tip hit my throat. Opening my eyes, I saw that I didn't get more than halfway down, not even to my hand, and even after a couple more ventures up and down my mouth only made the first 5" or so wet. "My turn," I heard Kenny say, and then his hands were under my arms, helping me up as I was taken away from his member. We were about the same height, and as we stood face to face down below our cocks were grinding into each other, caused by Kenny rubbing himself into me. The look on his face seemed to indicate he was enjoying the feel of our bodies together as much as I did. "Soft," Kenny sighed as his hands caressed my man boobs, and although I wasn't sure he was referring to my extra flesh or the hair that covered it, when he ducked his head down and started sucking on my nipple I didn't care. Back and forth Kenny went, sucking on each nipple with increasing hardness while his fingers pinched the one not in his mouth, and then he was hugging me while his hands ran up and down my back. "I want you so bad," Kenny whispered in my ear before nibbling on neck and then I felt him moving us to the bed, and as we eased ourselves down he rolled me over while apologizing. "Not as patient as you are, Mr. Green," Kenny said as he positioned me on all fours, lifting my bottom up. I was on my hands and knees across the bed, which had me staring at the mirror of the dresser against the wall, and while it was not a pretty sight in many ways, it was also erotic. I looked ridiculous, at least to me, resembling a bear - a middle aged one - with my butt in the air while a kid with a over-sized penis was behind me, lowering his face between my spread apart ass-cheeks. "Omigod!" I groaned as something I hadn't experienced in three decades, a tongue, began licking around my anus, even probing inside the hairy orifice a couple of times while I moaned in approval. My hair was really thinning on top, I noted as I looked up at the mirror, and while it was an absurd time to be doing this sort of appraisal it didn't last long because I saw Kenny reaching over for the lube, and when he couldn't reach it he got out from the crack of my ass and got it. It's going to happen, I remember thinking as I watched Kenny slather lube on his cock, and when I saw him even lubing around the base I almost laughed because there was no way in hell that part was going in me. Just like Dorothy with the strap on, I thought as my heart raced, and they were about the same thickness although the length was not even close. I told myself that Kenny's flesh would be more forgiving, warmer and more flexible than the appliance we used at home, and then our eyes met in the mirror in front of us as Kenny mounted me. "Relax, Mr. Green," Kenny was saying, and as I felt the tip of his dick enter me I recall him saying that I was tight - even tighter than my son. Who was that in the mirror, the guy with his eyes rolling back in his head and his mouth open in a silent scream of sorts while behind him, and angel with a devilish look was impaling him with his long prong that kept going deeper and deeper into my cavity? "Oh man - gonna cum," Kenny said after only about a dozen strokes, and then I felt a wave of warmth inside of me while Kenny laid on top of my back. "Squeeze me," Kenny was muttering after his stopped coming. "Don't let it out." "That's it," Kenny was saying after I tried to do what he wanted me to do, which apparently was to keep his cock in my ass while it deflated. "Knew I wouldn't last. You look so good and feel even better." So I stayed there on all fours with Kenny's now flaccid cock in me, watching in the mirror as my young lover straightened upright and began to run his hands over my back, under my arms and down to my cock, which was hard and dripping. "I let Norm put his cock in me once," Kenny whispered as his hand squeezed my cock while leaning back down on me. "Couldn't take it - he ripped me open, and yours is even thicker. Damn! Feel me - feel me getting hard again?" "Yes!" I said as I felt his cock begin to fill my bowels again, slowly but surely, and the more I clamped down the longer and harder the flesh probe got. "Sorry about that first time - I was too excited," Kenny said as his grin filled his face. "Now we can get serious." *** I don't know how much later it was, because I had lost track of time. I had also lost track of my friend the mirror, having been driven nearly off the bed by a re-energized Kenny, who treated my burly body as his personal fuck toy. That was fine with me, and as I kept getting maneuvered and manipulated into a series of positions that my back would remind me of in the morning, I realized how much I had missed this. I also realized that I had never had a partner like Kenny, who was in turn tender and rough, passionate and aggressive as he made love to me. I was hurting toward the end but would not admit it, delighting in being used like this. Toward the end, Kenny became more intense, even pulling my face up out of the bedding so I could see me in the mirror looking like a drowned rat while Kenny savaged me, probably impaling me with every inch of his manhood until he let out a bellow and coated my bowels with his seed. After that, Kenny's organ slithered easily out of my orifice, and as he stayed draped on top of me I heard him asking me if I was okay. "Yes," I gasped, too tired and winded to say anything else, and then I was on my back with Kenny cuddling beside me, telling me how great I was. "I thought you came," Kenny said when he reached down and grabbed my dead dick, which he had milked to orgasm early on and was all gooey. "Not fair. All I've given you is my hand." It was true that I had experienced both orgasms with Kenny in that manner, but as far as hand jobs go they were more than fine, and said that I was very happy. "We've got plenty of time for me to make up for that," Kenny said. "Plenty of afternoons like this I hope." "Fine by me," I said, closing my eyes and relaxing while Kenny's hand stroked my chest, my anus burning like he was still inside me, but it was so relaxing that I might have even drifted off for a second. "Ooh, I need another shower," I said after Kenny's tongue roused me from my brief nap. "We both do - in a minute," Kenny said as he went back to what he was doing, nuzzling under my arm, licking and chewing the soggy jungle of hair that filled my armpit, something that he seemed to enjoy so much. Eventually we made it out of bed, and when Kenny saw the size of the enclosure he suggested that we shower together, I was all for it. It was a extended shower, and we cleaned each other tenderly, with Kenny gently soaping and scrubbing every inch of me. I did the same to him, and after the longest shower I ever took was over we got out of the tub to dry each other off. The sight of us side by side was comical in a way, Kenny's slender pale body next to my tan, hirsute and squat frame, and nothing was more contrasting then our cocks. Mine was in a state of semi-erection thanks to Kenny's tender toweling, while my young friend's cock was fully engorged, swaying wildly in front of him as he moved. "Gotta ask a question," I said as I rubbed his prodigious organ with the towel. "Depends on where you measure it from," Kenny said, anticipating the question before it was asked, and it was one he probably had been asked before. "If you go from the top it's about 9", but one time Norm measured it from underneath and said it was a foot, but that's crazy." "Well, I think it would look better on me," I said, nodding down to my modest endowment. "Felt like a foot when it was in me." "I like yours better - like them together too," Kenny said as he faced me and brought the heads of our cocks together, the plumb knob of my dick and the cone-head of his prong, and as he rubbed the tips together hard I had to agree that it felt good. "That's so nice," I sighed as our cocks started drooling on each other as Kenny kept rubbing us together, the preposterous differences in the organs strangely erotic. "I could probably cum like this eventually." With Kenny's hands busy down below, I let my hands run over his smooth chest, and when I started tweaking his tiny pink nipples I saw his eye widen. "Harder," Kenny groaned and then I saw his face contort a second before his cock erupted, covering my groin with what looked like a copious amount of his semen. "Beat you to it," Kenny said sheepishly as he looked at my brown stub draped with milky ropes of his cum. "Made a mess. Can't have that." With that Kenny dropped to his knees and while looking up, opened his mouth wide and took me in, right down to the shaved base. While it wasn't a long journey, he did it without a trace of teeth. I cradled Kenny's head, running my hand through his long dirty blonde hair as I savored the best head I had ever gotten. Dorothy had long since given up, resorting to sucking on the head while using her hand on the shaft, but Kenny was a master at the art. I didn't cum fast either, enjoying Kenny's talented lips and tongue as they worked magic, and although I suspect his jaws were aching he kept at it until I warned him I was about to cum, at which time he calmly sucked, siphoning ever drop out of me until I was soft. "Fantastic," I said as I helped him to his feet, and then asked if I could kiss him. His lips were thin and his mouth was full of my seed as we kissed, and after our lips parted I was embarrassed at my sudden burst of emotion, but Kenny seemed delighted. "Hate to go back to the real world," I said with reluctance. "Yeah, I have to meet Norm at the movies later." "I hope this doesn't change things between you two," I said as we left the bathroom, a twinge of jealously inside of me that I fought back when the thought of my boy getting to enjoy tonight what I had all afternoon. "Only makes me want to hang around your house more," Kenny said as he got on the bed and reached behind it for some article of his clothing. As he climbed onto the bed, I was blessed with the sight of his pale little bottom, and as he reached I saw the underside of his balls and a hint of his anus. "Hey!" Kenny cried out as I attacked him, grabbing his hips and pushing outward to expose a little pink knot that was too good to pass up. "Damn!" Kenny never knew what hit him, because I devoured his ass like a wolverine, licking and probing his sweet butt while reaching around to grab his limp dick and pull on the elastic tube hard until we finally collapsed on the bed, laughing while wrestling around. "I actually think I could have gotten it up again eventually," Kenny said as we hugged one last time before getting dressed. "Next time," I promised, the thought of rimming that sweet orifice while priming his cock for him taking me already making me anticipate our next meeting. "For sure," Kenny said as we got the bed in some kind of order before leaving the room and going back to our real lives; Kenny with my son and me with Dorothy, but now we both had another side of our existence. Each other. I laughed when Kenny had said that maybe the three of us could somehow end up together in bed, and when I said that in that case, maybe we could get my wife in there too, Kenny was all for it. "That would be awesome," Kenny said after claiming while he was very much gay he also had enjoyed women on occasion. It will never happen, because I don't want my son like that although the other option, of having Kenny join Dorothy and me in bed was exciting to me. The thought of watching Dorothy get fucked by a cock like Kenny's, especially if I was the one that got him hard and put it in her... Never happen. Dorothy would never go for it, but the idea would inspire me and keep my mind occupied until I get to be with Kenny again. *** thank you for reading