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Dads best friend

It was the summer between my Junior and Senior year. I was barely 18. My parent's let me stay alone most of the time, but they were going on a two week cruise. Since Mike was getting a divorce from his wife and staying with his sister, they asked him to stay at our house. That was ok with me.

Mike was around 6' 8" 290 pounds of hairy blond gorgeous man. He had the most beautiful blues eyes and spent a lot of his time at the gym. No one knew why he and Kristy were getting divorced, but I was about to find out. Mike was 38 years old and had been married to his high school sweetheart. I knew that I was attracted to men, but had never actually been with one. I spent most of my time jerking off to my mother's playgirl magazines.

Well, my parents left, and it was our first night. Mike said he was going to the gym. I mentioned that I had been working out a lot in the garage for a whole year, and wondered if he would give me some help later. He said sure. And said that he noticed that my body was starting to take great shape. Mike left for the gym and said that if anyone called for him to tell them where he went.

As soon as Mike left I went through his belongings he had brought over. I put a pair of his underwear on and masturbated. I didn't find anything except a matchbook from some bar by the beach. I had never heard of it. The inside of the match book had a phone number and a man's name. I didn't think much of it, except Mike didn't smoke. When Mike got home, he did as he promised and gave me some pointers on the weight bench I had set up in the garage.

While I lay on the weight bench and Mike spotted me, I was trying my hardest to look up his gym shorts. He wasn't close enough. I pretended to not be able to lift the weight off my chest. Mike got really close, and lifted the weight off for me. While he was above me, I noticed that he must of showered at the gym because he smelled great and didn't have any underwear on. I thanked Mike for his help and ran in the house to masturbate, while thinking of what I just saw, having burned his image into my mind.

After a couple of days had gone by, I noticed that Mike never talked about girls, and was always wanting to wrestle around and stuff. I loved rolling around with him, a couple of times I let my hand rub against his cock. From what I saw and could tell, it was probably 6" long and super fat. I just knew I had to have Mike be the first man to shove a cock in my mouth and fuck my virgin ass.

One night, Mike said he felt like renting some movies and drinking beer. I told him it sounded good to me. My parents let me have a few beers, as long as I didn't drive. When Mike went to the store to get the beer and movies, I went through his stuff again. I found the same match book. I called the number of the bar and asked for the guy who's name that was on the match book. The guy on the other end of the phone said that he was working the other bar, and to hold on.

When Bill came to the phone, I told him I was Mike and I was in there a few days ago. He said I remember you. I have been waiting for you to call, I thought we were going to get together. I told him yeah we would sometime and hung up. I couldn't believe it--that was a gay bar, and Mike had been in there. I then knew tonight was going to be the night.

I jumped in the shower and scrubbed all over; I made sure my virgin ass was clean. I grabbed some lube and hid it in the living room, where I knew we would be watching TV. When Mike arrived home, he handed me a beer and put a movie on. A hour or so into the movie and a few beers later, I pretended to be hot and took off my shirt and jeans and lay on the floor in my boxers. Let me describe my self at the time I was 18 years young and 6' tall 180 pounds of pure boy muscle. Extremely tan and hardly any hair.

As the movie went on and the beer started to disappear, I got up and pretended to be drunk. I asked Mike if he would help me to my room. He agreed, he picked me up in his arms and carried me into his room. I pretended not to know the difference. He began to walk out, and I said, "Wait, Mike I need to tell you something, come over here."

He sat down on the side of the bed. I sat up and said, "Mike you know I'm 18 now and I know exactly what I want. I want you, and I want you bad. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that your gay, if you don't tell them that I'm gay."

He looked startled, scared, and denied it, until I mentioned the bar name--then he a look of shock came over his face. I reached around his big body, and we kissed so deep it gave me a instant hard on. I told him that I wanted him to fuck my face and ass. Boy did he. Mike quickly undressed both of us, and stuck his cock in my mouth. Yeah it was great, the only thing that was wrong was that it was 6" soft 10" when it was hard. I had not taken this into account.

I sucked on his cock for at least 10 minutes, struggling to get as much of it as possible in my mouth. Then Mike pulled it out of my mouth, and said it was time make me a man. He asked for some lube, I laughed and said it was in the living room. I quickly retrieved it. When I got back Mike was on his back pointing his dick straight up. I lubed up my ass and his cock ,and began to lower my self onto it.

At first, I thought he was going to rip me in half, due to the immediate painful sensation as by muscles were initially stretched, but as we worked it, it began to feel incredible, and I was soon begging for him to fuck me hard. Mike commanded that I bend over the bed, facing the mirrored closets. I did, and I watched him fuck my ass to explosion for both of us.

I had never felt so goo--my whole body shook. We didn't clean up; we lay in each other's arms all night. The next days were repeats of the night before. Mike and I continued to suck and fuck for the next few years. My parents never suspected a thing. Mike is living single, and can never commit to a relationship, because he can't deal with coming out.

Me? I'm very happy and now in a gay relationship. Wow, that first night was the night of my life. Mike, my hairy big dick stud gave me exactly what I needed-direction. Thanks Mike,





An a for my former student

It had been seven years since Michael graduated from the school where I taught music. I had gotten a couple of cards from him in college, but my prized student disappeared after finding his way to New York and landing a gig singing in a touring show of "Chicago".

He was brilliant. His voice had the timbre of a baritone and the range of an operatic tenor. He was a darling boy in school. He was a late bloomer, and didnít even seem to start puberty until his sophomore year. It was probably this that made him seem like such a little boy to me, even though as he progressed through school and shows he did, he had matured into an amazing actor/singer/dancer.

The phone rang on a particular Saturday, and without looking at the caller ID, I picked up and said, "Hello."

"Mr. C? Itís me, Michael."

"Michael?!?" I effused. "What a wonderful surprise to hear your voice!" I was elated. He had become one my own children as time passed. We spent so much time together for so many years, since he was in seventh grade.

"Iím in town for the week and I was wondering if I could take you out for a cup of coffee?"

"Of course," I said.

I met Michael at a local Java City in Midtown. We had a marvelous conversation. He caught me up on everything he had done professionally, which was actually a great deal. For being twenty-five years old, he had already accomplished so much. I couldnít have been prouder or happier for him.

The odd part was, however, that sitting across from this young man, I realized just how beautiful he had grown to be. His eyes were the most startling shade of a woody green. Flecks of gold and brown created a depth in his eyes such as I had never seen before.

His skin was a bronzed caramel, given his Latin and Italian background. His black hair shined as it moved with him as he recounted his adventures. He had his teeth fixed, braces I suspected, and his smile was picture perfect. I couldnít imagine what his 8x10 glossy looked like. He was matinee idol handsome. His musculature was that of a fully grown, well-toned, masculine man. His light shirt was an off-white and gauzy, showing his heavily pelted chest. His nipples looked like they were on alert all the time.

I shook my head trying to regain my composure. This man, who was no longer a little boy, was exciting me beyond reason.

"Whatís the matter, Mr. C?"

I certainly couldnít tell him what I was thinking, so I just said that the heat from the day was getting to me a bit and I was getting tired. I told him that I should probably go to the lavatory and put some cold water on my face. With that, I excused myself for a moment.

I went in to the bathroom and splashed the cold water on my face and let the water from the faucet spray on my wrists to cool me down. It was a public restroom way of taking a cold shower. Before I could leave, Michael had followed me into the restroom to use the urinal. He surprised me and all I wanted to do was leave. It felt so awkward to have my student in the bathroom with me.

As I was about to leave, Michael said, "Hang on, Mr. C., Iíll be done in a minute." So, I stayed while he unzipped his pants and began to pee. As I heard his urine hit the tank, I simply wanted to bolt, but felt that this would tell more of my story than I wanted known in that moment.

"So, Mr. C..."

"We are in the bathroom together and you are no longer my student, Michael. Call me Stan."

"Okay, Stan. So, Stan, what do you think of the way Iíve grown up?"

"Well, youíve really grown up well, Michael. When you were a sophomore, I would have never guessed that this is how you would have turned out."

We both laughed.

"Iíve grown a lot everywhere, Stan. See?" With that, Michael turned to reveal his raging hard-on. His cock was a thick seven and a half inches in length. His meaty shaft was surrounded by tufts of black hair and two plum sized balls.

"I see, Michael."

"Iíd really like it if you were to touch me. Iíd like it a lot."

"I donít know, Michael."

"Iíve been dreaming of this since I was a kid. Iíd jack myself off every night imagining your strong body next to mine, with my cock in your mouth or yours in mine."

"Weíre in a public restroom, and Iím not a kid any more," I muttered.

"I donít care. Please touch me, Stan."

Without a word I looked around and slowly moved toward him. I put my hand out and grasped his turgid rod. He whispered a moan in response and I began to slowly and softly run my hand along his wood. Up and down the rhythm began, letting my fingers lightly graze his corona.

With his eyes closed in what appeared to be a passionate reverie, he blindly reached his hand toward my trousers. His aim was perfect. His strong fingers landed perfectly on my granite schlong. He began stroking my cock in such a way that I was certain my pre-cum was going to stain my pants at any moment, so with one hand I began unbuckling my belt. Michael opened his eyes reached over and finished my project. After hearing my pants slide over my thick, hairy and muscled thighs, Michael returned his hands to my cock.

This time with his eyes wide open, he walked toward me, leaned in and pressed his full, rosy lips to mine. His breath smelled like chamomile and dew, sweet as a spring morning. His musk was intoxicating in its blend of masculine wood and tender youth. His arms reached around me as he drew me into his being, kissing me so deeply I felt his breathing become mine. Our cocks were rubbing against one another, igniting the flint of passion even more heatedly.

Michael released his grasp and began descending to his knees. He cupped my ample nuts in his hands and whispered how large they were. He also said how surprised he was to see how large my cock was. He had always dreamed I would be so well-endowed. With that he slipped my meat into his mouth and began laving it with his moist, tight mouth. His strokes were deep and long as he inhaled my manhood down his throat on each movement. His tongue flicked along the shaft on both the up- and down-strokes. His hand reached around the base of my cock to cover the space he could not reach with his mouth.

I moaned with pleasure as he continued until there was a loud knock on the door.

"Someoneís waiting to get in there, buddy!" The voice was gruff and focused on entry. Quickly, we pulled up our pants. I was mortified that I was in a public restroom having sex with my former student. Without looking around me at the people in the shop, I rushed out toward my car. Michael followed me.

"I have to go home, Michael. I canít believe what we just did." I said.

"I want to come over to your house, Stan. I want us to continue where we left off."

Before I could say no, he rushed off to his car and started his engine. All the way home I kept thinking, "This canít be happening to me. Things like this just donít happen to me."

When we arrived at my house, Michael immediately walked in the front door where he had been many times before for coaching and rehearsals.

"Before you say anything, Stan, let me just say this: I have loved you since I realized I like men. I have wanted to be with you for nearly fifteen years. I know that you find me attractive and I am of legal age. I am no longer your student. I am simply a man who wants to fulfill a dream with a very special man. Itís time, Stan. Itís just time."

I had no argument. I walked to him and kissed him. I took his hand and led him to my bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed as I began taking his shirt off him. I couldnít help smiling because of how much I loved him and how I remembered so many innocent and wonderful times we spent together as teacher and student. He knew why I was smiling and returned it sweetly and warmly.

As we lay on the bed together, both nude and safe with one another, we simultaneously decided that there would be no boundaries to our lovemaking. We would simply let nature take its own course. And, it did.

He rolled on top of me and began kissing me deeply once again. My legs spread to accommodate his hips and he lifted his hips so that his cock would slide under my balls. I lifted my knees so that the tip of his penis was nestled at the rosebud between my cheeks. I was completely ready to receive him inside me. He pressed his thick slab into me and with one smooth, slow movement; he was buried to the hilt in my canal. I moaned in a low growl as he began gyrating himself into me, like a piston on two axes, his in-and-out and side-to-side movements were overwhelming my senses. Every square inch of my rectum was being touched and massaged by his growing member. I almost wriggled away because the feelings became too intense, but I remembered that I was going to truly give myself to this Adonis.

I felt like crying from the passion, and before too long, I actually was tearing up. My breath was salty from the tears. My head arched back and I pushed against this incredible man as his abdomen ground into my cock between us. It wasnít too long before I felt my impending orgasm blossoming inside me. My breathing became ragged and heated. He recognized these symptoms and decided to share our orgasms together. He began thrusting in earnest and his already enormous cock began to swell further, growing so thick I thought he would tear me apart.

Soon, like two men singing a perfectly harmonious duet, we began calling each othersí names as we both spilled our seed, his inside me, mine between our torsos. With heaving grunts, we spasmed violently as the years between us passed and our history grew.

On his last spasm, he laid across my chest, holding on tightly to me. My arms wrapped more firmly around him in comfort and joy. We kissed gingerly and elegantly, savoring the rhapsodic overture to our new time together.

Yes, I was twenty-five years older than he, but we knew that our time together was just beginning.





You da man

I got home from work one day to find the neighborhood kids all hanging out in my living room, as usual. I had two of the best looking daughters on the block and the young guys are always hanging out.

I was a little tired from a hard day and I was a little irritable. I grabbed a beer and headed for the living room. As I walked down the hall one of the kids said, "You da man."

Another one, Donny, said, "You're my idol."

It was a little strange. As I sat watching the ball game I noticed the three guys and my daughters with silly grins on their faces and once again Donny quips, "No really man, you're my idol."

"Ok, what's going on?" I said, directing the comment in the direction of my daughter.

"Nothing." was her response.

"Bullshit." I said, "what's going on?"

As it turns out they had been snooping in my closet and came across my condoms. I use the large size and when they opened the package and saw how big the rubber was they were impressed or something. I was really embarrassed and I told them so.

This kid Donny, who's 18, is always hanging around my house. For the next few days he continued to make comments like "You're my hero," or he'd wink and hold his hands up in front of him about a foot apart as if to describe the size of a fish or a cock or whatever. It was weirding me out a little.

One night I ended up giving him a ride home. When we got to his house all the lights were out and the doors were locked. "Shit, I hate it when they do that!" he said when he came back to the car.

"They locked me out of the fucking house because I was out late and now I got nowhere to stay," he complained.

"You can stay at my place for the night but you'll have to sleep on the couch," I said.

When we got back to my place the girls had gone out.

"Looks like we've got the place to ourselves, I said. "Want a beer?"

"Sure," Donny said.

After I got the beer I turned on the TV. I clicked on the program guide to see what was on. As I passed the porno channels Donny piped up, "Hey let's check that out."

"Which one?" I asked.

"Any one," he said. "I never seen any before."

The one we ended up watching had this pretty good-looking slut doing two guys at once. She was blowing one and getting fucked by the other. They were both pretty well hung and Donny commented on it. "Fuck! Those guys have got some pretty big dicks!" Then he added, "But you da man."

As I was making another beer run to the fridge the phone rang. It was my daughter. She asked if they could stay at a friend's over night. I said it was OK.

By the time I got back to the living room Donny had changed the channel. The scene on the TV was a guy with a huge cock getting a blowjob. Donny looked over at me, winked and held his hands up about ten inches apart. I was on my fourth beer and the sex on the TV had blood flowing to my cock. It wasn't hard but it was getting there. Without really thinking I said, "How come you're always making comments about my dick?"

"I'm only joking around," Donny replied.

We watched the flick for a while. The girl was stroking the guy's big dick as she licked the head. I was getting real turned on. Then Donny said, nervously, almost stuttering, "Is yours as big as that?" indicating the monster on the TV screen.

I had a pretty good buzz from the beer and was feeling pretty uninhibited so I said, "You want me to show you my cock?"

"Fuck no!" he replied.

"No really man," I said. "You're always talking about it, maybe I oughta just whip it out and show it to you."

"This is crazy," I thought to myself as I stood up unbuckling my pants. "I'm going to show my cock to one of my teenage daughter's friends."

There's no way I could get my semi-erect penis out through my fly so I dropped my pants. As I did, my cock flopped out and hung there in all its glory for him to see. He looked horrified. I don't mean to brag or anything but I've got a huge cock, ten and a half inches and it nearly reaches it's full size semi-erect so it hangs pretty impressive. I walked over to his chair thrusting my pelvis out so that my cock hung about two feet from his face. "What do you think?" I asked.

"I dunno." he said.

"Well is it as big as the guy's on the TV?" I asked.

"Uh it's way bigger," Donny replied.

"You wanna touch it, don't you Donny?" I said.

"Maybe," he answered.

I said, "Go ahead."

As he wrapped his hand around the shaft I could feel my cock start to harden in his hand. I could tell that the feel of my big cock in his hand turned him on and it felt great as he slowly began to stroke it.

"I've never done this before," he told me.

"Me, neither," I said

I put my hand behind his head and pulled it down toward my cock. He didn't resist and as my cockhead pressed against his lips they parted. I, for the first time, slid my cock into another man's mouth, a teenager's mouth. It felt great. He was a natural cocksucker. He got the big purple head and a couple of inches of shaft into his mouth and stroked the length of my cock with his hand as he worked the underside just below the head with his tongue.

After a few moments I pulled my cock out of his mouth and told him to stand up and take his pants off. His own cock was rock hard and a pretty good size too. About seven inches and pretty thick. He moaned as I wrapped my hand around his dick.

As I stroked his cock I turned him around and gently pushed on his back to get him to bend over.

"Kneel on the chair," I said.

I jerked him off as I rubbed my cock up and down the crack of his ass every so often gently pressing the head against the opening. When I pushed the head against his asshole he would push back. I could tell he wanted me to fuck him as much as I wanted to but I knew I'd never get my cock into him without some lube.

I was so turned on that I bent down and started to lick his asshole. It drove him crazy. After a few moments I stood up, spit on my hand a few times and rubbed the spit on my cockhead for lubrication.

I positioned the head at the entrance and slowly pushed the head into him. I felt the head pop in as he grimaced and moaned in pain. I pulled out.

"No don't," he said. "Just ram it in."

I repositioned the head against his asshole and with one thrust drove about six inches into him. I knew it had to hurt like hell but he pushed his ass back toward me and slid the rest of my shaft into himself until the cheeks of his ass were pressed against my pelvis.

I fucked his ass with long hard strokes. Pulling out until just the head was in and ramming in back in to the hilt. After a couple of dozen strokes I pressed into him as far as I could and pumped my load deep into his ass.

I pulled my cock out of him. I was still overcome by lust and I figured that since I came this far I might as well go all the way so I told him to turn over and sit in the chair.

I lowered my head into his lap and took his fat cock into my mouth. I could only get about half the length into my mouth. I sucked his cock for a couple of minutes then I pulled back.

"I want you to fuck me," I said.

I got on my hands and knees on the floor. He got behind me and put a bunch of spit on his cock as I had done earlier.

The warm soft cockhead felt good pressing against my opening. I knew a little about butt fucking so that when he pushed into me I pushed back like I was taking a shit. His cockhead popped into me without much pain and as he pounded into me the pain turned to pleasure. As he came in me it felt hot. I could feel myself coming again, too, but it was different: the come was just running out of my cock instead of being pumped out.

We haven't fooled around with each other since and probably won't again, but I have jerked off thinking about it many times.



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