Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2022 22:38:09 +0000
From: Jay Spear <jayspearstories@gmail.com>
Subject: Edge of Seventeen - Part 4

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Edge of Seventeen - Part 4

By Jay Spear


Friday night I went out with my friends. It was a nice dinner, and fun to
hang out. But I barely remembered the movie. I was distracted. Way too
much on my mind.


Brad and I settled on Saturday night to whether. I told Jason I'd be at
home celebrating with my folks and I told my parents that I'd be over at
Jason's. Brad picked me up a few blocks from my house and we drove to to
a golf club/resort the next town over, where no one should know us.


"So clandestine!" I commented as we rolled past the houses.


"Yeah. Feels a little silly, maybe. But it's probably good to be
discreet. Careful."


"I don't mind." He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other
resting on his thigh. I reached over and put my hand on top his. He laced
his fingers through mine and gave me a little squeeze. We held hands
through the rest of the drive.


Within a half hour we were there, pulling through the gates, driving past
manicured grounds, and arriving at the lodge. Brad checked us in while I
tried to get my nerves under control. I had waited for this for so long.


"Ready?" he said, coming back with the key.


"Beyond. I've been ready for months." He laughed.


The door to our room barely closed before we were on top of each other.
My arms went around his waist, his went around my shoulders, and we
pulled each other close. My head cocked to one side and my lips parted.
His too. And then we were kissing: strongly, deeply, passionately.


"Mmmmm...you taste like...I dunno, actually. But I want to taste again."
He grinned and pulled me tighter. His pelvis fused to mine and the bulges
in our pants pressed up against each other. God, he felt huge. Was it
possible that the swollen purple monster was even bigger up close than
what I had seen when he jacked off in his bathroom?


"We don't have to rush," he said, breaking off the kiss.


"I do. I can't...I'm just so eager!"


He laughed. "It's OK, Core. We can go at whatever pace you'd like to.
This is for you."


"And for you," I told him as I sank to my knees. "For us." I
unbuckled his belt and pulled his fly apart enough to reveal his
underwear. White briefs, with a growing wet spot. I leaned forward and
solemnly kissed it through the fabric.


"Aw, fuck Core. Sure. But let's get more comfortable." He gathered up
the folds of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. He knelt on the
floor, placing himself at the same level, and stripped off his own shirt.
He leaned in and pressed up against me, his chest touching mine. Flesh
pressing flesh.


I leaned back and pulled him on top of me. Still kissing me, Brad pulled
at my pants button, undoing it and lowering my zipper. I wriggled out of
my jeans.


I pushed up against him and rolled him over onto his back. I grabbed at
his waistband and stripped his jeans off as well. He was laid out on his
back, just socks and underwear, the perfect picture of desire. A sweet
suburban dad, all laid out for me. I took a minute to study him.


He was studying me too. "Beautiful boy. How did I get so lucky?"


"I don't think it's luck, Brad. I think it's just...I dunno. It just
feels right."


"Sure does."


I straddled his crotch and leaned in for a kiss, my underwear rubbing up
against his. He grabbed my hands and laced his fingers through mine,
pulling me against him, holding me down in an embrace, while I ground my
butt into his hard bulge. Even through the two layers of fabric I could
feel my hole squirming in response, relaxing its opening. I pushed back
against the hard mound piled into his briefs. He pushed forward. We built
a rhythm: him pumping and me responding.


I entwined my body with his and we kissed and rolled around. Wrestling
each other, seeking more and more contact.


"Do you want to get into the bed? I'm worried this will give us a rug
burn."


"Yeah, we probably should. I've just waited so long--"


"--Me too."


"--that I don't want anything to delay us, to slow things down. Or stop
us."


"Nothing to delay us again, Core. We're full steam ahead now." He led
me to the bed and laid me down on the edge, kissing me and then guiding
me into a reclined position. His lips traced the outlines of my body:
face and neck, chest and pecs, my belly button. He took hold of my briefs
and slid them off my legs. My cock bobbed free. He smiled and took me in
his mouth.


Oh my God, Brad was sucking me. My cock was in his mouth, plunged into a
warm, wet, tunnel. His hands steadied my hips as my body writhed with
sensation as he sucked passionately, producing more and more length from
my horny teen cock.


All these months fantasizing about Brad I had always imagined myself on
my knees, taking him into my mouth, worshipping his tool. And god knows I
wanted that.


But I had never really played out the the thought of him sucking me. I'd
never really thought about what it would be like to be the altar of *his*
worship, to think that he could be as consumed with pleasuring me as I
was with pleasuring him. But now I could see--and feel--that I had
overlooked a significant side of the equation. Sex was not just getting
to do what you imagined. It was being surprised by the other person's
delight in you. Being captivated by the reactions you provoke in your
partner. The desire I could draw out from my best friend's dad.


"Wow, this is amazing," I told him after several minutes of
excruciating pleasure. "But I want to suck you too."


"You got it, babe." He grinned and pulled off his underwear. Brad
flipped his body around, putting us in a sixty-nine: his mouth back on my
cock and mine pressed up against the base of his balls. I inhaled deeply,
taking in his smell and considering what I should attack first.


His balls. I wanted his balls. Those big sweaty balls, half visible
through the thick bush. I had never seen balls quite like them. They were
nothing like the tiny pink sacs I'd  see in the showers after gym class,
and I cupped his heavy brown globes with my hand while I tongued them all
over, savoring the taste. Sweaty, salty, funky. I swallowed one up,
sucking it deep into my mouth, stretching out his sac and making his dick
bob with delight.


His dick. I didn't want to forget that. The veiny purple monster I had
watched him fisting hand over hand while I showered in front of him. I
took it in my hands while my mouth worked his balls. I stroked it,
learning its shape and dimensions by touch, as if I were reading Braille.
I could feel his heartbeat in the pulses of blood that rushed in to
stiffen it as his erection drew back his balls. I stroked him and
imagined how many loads must have come through it in his 40-some years,
how much seed he had spilled for others. I wondered how I could catch up
with that.


I paused. "I've been imagining this for so long," I told him.


"Me too. Is it what you thought it would be?"


"No, better. It's..." I didn't know what to say, so I just took him
back into my mouth. I swallowed his shaft, taking him slowly and smoothly
down my throat.


He moaned. "Ah, that's so fucking good, kid. Keep going, Core." I
nodded and continued sucking, challenging myself to suck harder and take
him deeper. The slurping sounds got loud, which I think turned him on
more. He returned to sucking me, doing so more vigorously this time, as
he bucked his hips and thrust into my mouth. I gagged a bit from the face
fucking--I'd never had to handle it before.


"Sorry, Core," he said. "I can go easier."


"I don't mind. I can take it. Use me for what you want."


"No, buddy. This is gonna be totally mutual. If anything, I want to
cater to you tonight. What do you want, baby?"


"I want you, Brad."


"You've got me, silly. But I want to make you feel good. What would you
like next? We've got all night."


"Will you...will you fuck me?"


"Yeah? I'd love to, Core. If you want that. If you're ready for that.
You've done it before?"


"No, sir. I didn't want to throw it away on any of the boys at school.
I wanted to save it for someone special."


"That's a lot of weight to put on me, bud."


"I don't see it that way, Brad. It's just that I waited until it was
right. This feels right. This is what I want."


"I want it too."


"So how do we...?"


"Shhhhh..." He pulled me onto my back and pushed my legs up and to the
sides. He smiled and then let a big gob of spit fall from his lips. It
hit my upturned ass with a large splat. He dropped his face to my crack
and tongued his way and up and down, all my nerve endings firing like
crazy while he slicked everything up with the spit. He stopped in the
middle to tongue my hole, tracing it in tiny circles. Then he was pushing
in. Withdrawing. Returning. I came alive down there with a kind of
itching hunger that was 10x whatever I had felt before when I was alone
and trying to finger myself.


He brought a finger to my mouth and pushed it in. I sucked at it eagerly
and he added a second one. "Good boy," he whispered.


He brought those wet fingers to my primed hole and slipped one inside me.
Just like that. It went right in and my tight hole gripped it like a
vice. He let out a low whistle. "Whoa. So beautiful. Tight virgin
pussy," he whispered.


I didn't know how to feel about him calling it a pussy. It wasn't a
word I'd ever used for my ass before. But I enjoyed seeing him delight
in it, feeling him eating it, hearing him use the kind of name for it
that he might have used with his ex-wife or his girlfriends. I read it as
a good sign. He was into it. I was on the same level with those past
partners. And to feel Brad inside me--well, I'd call it or trade it for
a pussy if he wanted me to.


He pushed a second finger inside. "This feel OK, baby?"


"Yeah," I said. "Filling me up, feels so good."


He laughed. "That's just two fingers, babe. It's my cock that will
really fill you up."


"I'm counting on it."


"We'll go slow." He removed his fingers and dropped another gob of
spit on to my hole. He laid his cock up against my pucker and moved it
around on top, stroking, pressing, teasing me. I pushed back against him,
my hole now awakened and hungry, and I tried to catch it, to hold onto
it, to get him inside me. But he took his time.


Finally he slipped it in. Amazing how that giant, fat daddy cock just
slipped right in. Even on this first time. The man knew what he was
doing.


Inch by inch, he slid further and deeper inside me. It was big, I was
tight, it was a bit uncomfortable--and at the same time, it was the most
wonderful thing I had felt.


Now, fully inside me and with his cock buried to the root, Brad relaxed
and laid down on top of me, his chest pressing into me, his lips at my
ears. "Doing OK, Core?" he whispered. I nodded as he nibbled my earlobe
and waited for a response. "I'm all the way inside you. Take a minute
to get used to it. You're doing really well, babe."


"It feels really right, Brad."


"Damn right it does. Feel like heaven."


"You can move now. Please. I want to feel you fuck." He gave a little
grunt and started to move on top of me, his cock stroking slowly in and
out. The discomfort was giving  way to pleasure, to hunger. I loved that
all-filled-up feeling; and now I felt empty whenever he pulled out.


I moved too. I wiggled my ass and pushed back against him, trying to
stuff his cock inside of me and keep it there.


"Baby really wants it, huh?" I nodded and kept pushing myself against
him. "Such a fucking hot pussy."


"Nobody's touched it, Brad. I saved it for you."


"Mmmmmm...that's right. Love that virgin pussy. MY virgin pussy."


"Yours, Brad. All yours!" I told him. He growled and fucked me harder.
Slapping sounds rang out as his body pounded against mine. It was a fast
and furious rhythm, his cock pounding my hole.


He paused. "We should slow down, Core. You're gonna make me cum,
buddy."


"Isn't that the point?"


"Yeah, but it's your first time. We should take it slow."


"Go on, take me fast now and you can slow down on the next round. We're
gonna fuck several times before we go home tomorrow, right?" His eyes
lit up at my words.


"I like the way you think." He plunged back in, fucking hard, pushing
and grunting as I bucked back to meet him. Within minutes his breath
quickened and his body temperature rose from warm to searing. He
whispered, "Here it comes, baby. You ready for it?"


"Hell yes!"


"Gonna flood you, baby. Got a big, hot load for you."


"Give it to me, Brad! Fill me up!" And then he was coming, coming
inside me, filling my cavity with his seed. It feel important, powerful,
and comforting--like he was wrapping me up in a blanket from the inside
and promising to...I dunno, to take care of me somehow.


"I promise," he whispered, collapsing onto me. Could he read my
thoughts? What was he promising? I didn't ask, I didn't speak, I
didn't want to break the spell. I just wanted to savor the feeling of
his warm load sloshing around inside me, his substantial cock still deep
inside me, willing my ass to never let him go. We lay there and just
relaxed and breathed together, our chests heaving in unison.


Finally, his cock softened enough that he had to pull it out. A strange,
empty, sad feeling. Brad rolled off me and moved us onto our sides so we
faced one another. He traced my face with his fingertips and leaned in to
give me a long, soft kiss.

"I promise you that was just the first time. The first time of many." I
smiled and kissed him back. We held each other and drifted off to sleep.


***

It was just a little nap: 20 or 30 minutes. We had been spent from the
fucking, from the flood of emotions that had come over us, from the rush
of adrenaline at finally being able to touch. I awakened with his arms
wrapped around me and everything felt just right.


"Hey," he whispered softly.


"Hey."


"You hungry?"


"Always."


"Let's get some dinner."


We planned to go down to the restaurant. But as we got dressed, Brad
helped by buttoning up my shirt and then suddenly we were kissing again.
And he was hard and I didn't want that boner to go to waste. We fell
back into bed, kissing leading to fucking, this time taking everything
nice and slow. After an hour he planted his second load with the first
one, filling me up again.


Still naked, we dialed down for room service. We ate pizza in bed,
turning on a classic movie and cuddling up with each other and a bottle
of red wine. It was relaxed, domestic, romantic. Perfect. While the
credits rolled we fucked and fell asleep again, his cock still in my ass
until it grew too soft to stay there.


We fucked three more times through the night and into morning, our
hormones constantly waking us up, our dicks stiffening at the recognition
of the other's body right there, begging to be touched. We did
everything: fucking fast and slow, him in me, me in him, tender and
sweet--rough and aggressive. I loved it it all. I loved him.


By 10:00 the next morning we stumbled out of the room. "Check out is
noon," Brad said. "We should get out and enjoy this place a little
before we have to go." We went down to breakfast and refueled with
plates piled high: bacon, eggs, pancakes. We smiled at across the table
like silly kids with each sip of our coffee.


The waitress took extra care, stopping by our table regularly to see if
we needed anything. "So nice to see a father a son enjoy a family
weekend together."


"Oh, he's not my son." Brad said.


"Sorry, I just thought--"


Brad reached across the table and took my hand in his. "He's my
boyfriend." A wash of surprise came over her face but then she smiled.


"OK then," she said. "More coffee for you lovebirds?"


***


"The look on her face was priceless!" We were back in the room and
packing up.


Brad chuckled. "I know. I'm not sure what came over me. But I just had
to fuck with her."


"Uh huh." It was funny, mischievous--but I was feeling a little blue as
I packed my bag. It had been an amazing night and morning and I knew it
was now coming to an end. The end of this little hideaway room for the
two of us. The end of a place where Brad would hold my hand and call me
his boyfriend, even if it was in jest. We were going back to normal life
and I'd miss all of this.


I started to sigh but caught myself. No moping. It wouldn't help. "This
is a really nice place, Brad. I know we hardly saw it, but thank you for
taking me here."


"Yeah, I wanted this to be nice. Not just a tumble at home, but more
like a real..." he trailed off.


"Like a date?"


"Yeah, a date. Is that silly?"


"No, I love it."


"Good. I really loved it too."


"Do you think...do you think we could do it again sometime? I mean, if
you want to."


"Yeah, I do. Want to. I don't know when or how, but let's find a
way."


***


We did find a way. Over the next few months before I graduated, I
practically lived at Jason's. But not for Jason, of course: for Brad.
We'd kiss in the kitchen and fumble around in the garage--anywhere we
could steal a few months away from Jason's observant eyes. I was still
in high school so we couldn't go out on public dates. Instead  we made
the most of these private moments and counted the days until the next
time we could manage an overnight at his house or even a full weekend at
the resort in the next town. We managed to do that maybe once a month,
and it was fucking heaven. The remainder of the year flew fast.


"You excited about graduating next week, babe?"


"Yeah. So ready to shake off the dust of high school and live my own
life."


"Don't shake off everything, pelase" Brad said, giving me a playful
smack on the butt.


"I don't mean YOU," I told him. I gave him a big kiss. "You're the
only thing I want to hang on to."


"Good. Because I've been thinking. You're graduating. Done with high
school and off to college. This will be a new period of independence and
people expect you to make your own choices...and well, maybe it's time.
Maybe we should let people know we're choosing to be together."


"Yeah?"


"I don't want to sneak around anymore."


"Me neither."


"Good," he pronounced with a kiss. "Then it's settled." We told
Jason first. He was weirded out for a day or two, and then he declared
himself fine with it as long as we'd still have our bro time to hang out
together and if I promised not to drag his dad into everything. My
parents were very surprised and thought my seeing Brad was something I'd
grow out of. But you know, I never did. Brad and I are still together to
this day.


For that first year we kept things fairly quiet. Family and close friends
knew, but we didn't parade around too much. We kept things mostly
between us.


By year two, neither of us cared. We held hands out at the movies. I
squeezed his butt when I was helping him pick out new jeans down at the
mall. He didn't shy away from giving me a long goodbye kiss at my dorm
when he took me back to college after semester breaks. ("That guy and
his dad are strangely close," I'd overhear and laugh. People were
always confused. I didn't care.)


It led where great things lead, and soon I was wearing a ring and
planning a wedding. "Shit dude, you're gonna technically be my stepdad,
now," Jason said laughing.


"You'd better step it up then son," I chuckled. "Get a job. Lay off
the video games."


"Fuck that, bro. Without these video games you'd have never had the
privacy to move in on my dad like you did."


"True." It had been a key ingredient for our relationship to unfold.


"You know, Corey, I can't believe it's that old dude you wanted all
this time. And still want." He sighed and grabbed a handful of crotch.
"Sure you don't want to suck some younger, better cock?"


"Nope. I still wouldn't touch your ugly ass, bro. You should stick to
pussy."


"I am, bro. But it's so much work to date these girls. They're all
high maintenance, and so fucking needy. I need something more like what
you and dad have. Just some easy camaraderie and a whole lotta fucking.
Maybe going older is the trick to it--no bullshit games. Yeah, that's
it. Hey, what's your mom doing tonight?"


"Fuck you, dude." But I knew he wasn't serious.


Besides. Who cared what Jason did? I had his dad.


END