Date: Mon, 27 Jul 2020 19:56:29 +0000 (UTC) From: tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com Subject: Mistaken Identity (Gay Adult/Youth) WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between a grown man and a teenage boy. If sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive or if you are under legal age, do not go any further and do not read this story. The characters are fictional and do not represent any real person, living or dead or any real events or happenings. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except to the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your support. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html MISTAKEN IDENTITY My daughter's 16 year old son, Patrick, by her second marriage was staying with us for the summer while my daughter and her husband were in Europe on business for two months. My wife and I enjoyed having him with us. We were empty nesters and it was nice to have some young blood in the house again. He had a part time job at the local grocery store so were only saw him after work. And his friends. He was a very outgoing young man, involved in most sports in school and well liked. Not to mention he was handsome and had filled out nicely from all the sports he played. I was on the road for the day making sales calls when my car started to act up. I called my mechanic and asked if he could take it in right away. I didn't want to break down on the road and need a tow. He agreed and told me to get there as soon as I could. I got to the garage and he assessed the situation and told me to leave the car and he'd have it finished before the end of the day. It was 1:00 when I got home and Patrick would be home at 2:00 so I planned on catching up with his life and what he was up to. Shortly after I got home I got a text from Patrick saying he was asked to work late and wouldn't be home until 5:00. I replied back that was fine and thanks for letting me know. So, a free afternoon to myself. I made a light lunch and then headed to take a shower. I locked the door out of habit and went to the bathroom. My wife wouldn't be home until after 6:00 so I was alone in the house. No need to close the bathroom door, but at 40 years old, I'm a creature of habit. I stripped down and threw my dirty clothes in the laundry. Stepping into the shower and pulling the curtain, I just stood in the stream of water and closed my eyes enjoying the rush of hot water. In my state of relaxation I thought I heard the front door close. But it was locked and Patrick nor my wife should be home yet. Then I heard the bathroom door open and shut. At first I was in a mild state of panic, thinking it was an intruder, picturing the shower scene from the Alfred Hitchcock movie. But then I calmed down and realized it must be my wife coming home early and was going to surprise me in the shower. We haven't done that in years and the thought of it made my cock chub up. I gave it a few strokes to get it good and stiff to surprise her when she pulled open the shower curtain. Then I heard a young man's voice. "Hey Patrick, you started without me. I'll be in there with you in a second. I hope you have plenty of soap, I'm feeling really dirty if you know what I mean. I hope you are too." The voice was one of Patrick's friends but I couldn't place it. I just grunted pretended like I was washing my body. I didn't know exactly what I should do. I thought this might be some kind of prank the boys were pulling on me. Patrick saying he had to work late was setting me up. But why ambush me naked in the shower? It really didn't make sense. Before I could think of what to do next, the shower curtain was slide back and there stood Corey, one of Patrick's friends, stark naked with a stiff cock sticking out in front of him. "Oh fuck!" stuttered Corey, "You're not Patrick!" "No shit, what the hell are you doing?" We both looked at each other with the deer in the headlights look, not totally sure what to do next. As I stood there, I looked up and down his naked body. He was shorter and smaller in stature than Patrick but had a firm compact build. He had no body hair and had shaved his crotch. It made his circumcised cock appear larger than the 6" it was when hard. He had deep blue eyes that peered out under his long hair hanging over his face. He gave a slow scan up and down my body, taking in the sight of a middle aged man in good physical shape and still in a state of semi arousal. "I just . . . I was supposed to meet Patrick here . . . I mean . . ." "Naked in my shower? Then what? Oh that's right, you're feeling dirty and need lots of soap." I have no idea why I said what I did next or where this was going to go. "Well, you're here so get in and start washing up." I moved back as he tentatively stepped into the shower. I handed him the bar of soap and commanded him to start washing, naively thinking he would wash himself. He took the soap and moved closer to me and started to rub the soap on my chest and arms. I'm a married heterosexual guy that never harbored any thoughts of being with another guy in a situation like this, never mind a 15 year old boy. When I was young my best friend and I would compare our progress through puberty, who had hair, who had a bigger cock, and we even jerked off in front of each other once to prove we could both shoot cum. But that was the extent of boyhood exploration. The closeness of Corey's naked smooth body and the touch of his hands washing me was an erotic feeling like none I've ever had. My cock that had started to soften responded by stiffening right back up, harder than I've been in a long time. Nervously I reach out and put my hands on his shoulders, massaging them and rubbing his neck. He washed down my stomach, going slowly and gently. He reach my pubis area and worked his hands around my cock without touching it and rubbed the top of my thighs, running his hands in the crease where my legs met my body. After several times there he withdrew his hands and moved one hand right to my cock and the other to my balls. I inhaled quickly at the initial feel of his hands on my genitals. He stroked my cock and massaged my balls for a few minutes then moved further down my legs. He had kneeled down to wash my legs and then told me to turn around. He washed his way back up my legs, massage my ass cheeks as he stood up. He parted my cheeks and ran his finger over my hole. I've never had anyone, not even my wife, play with my ass that way. It felt fantastic! I bent forward slightly and pushed my ass out towards him. He responded by applying more pressure to my hole and then slipped a finger inside me. The moan I let out signaled to him he was doing everything just right. He pushed his finger deep inside me and hit my male G spot. I felt a small drop of cum work its back from back there to the tip of my cock. He did it again and then removed his finger and turned me around. He stuck out his tongue and licked the leaking cum from my pee slit. "Very tasty" the first words he has spoken since getting in the shower. He took my cock in his hand and guided it to his mouth. Wet from the shower, it easily slide in and he began to work it with his mouth and his tongue. I've had a few blow jobs over the years from women but nothing as exquisite as this. I placed my hands on the back of his head and held him as he took my cock deep and hard. I wasn't face fucking him but rather he was raping my cock with his mouth. I knew it wouldn't take much more of this and I would shoot my load in his mouth. He sensed my increasing arousal and faster breathing and pulled off before I could cum. He stood up, turned around to face the back of the shower, bent over and braced himself against the wall. He rubbed some soap into his ass crack and turned his face ot me and smiled. I knew exactly what he wanted. Again, I have never butt fucked anyone, man or woman, and never had any desires, fantasies or intentions of ever doing it. But looking at that smooth young bubble ass in front of me and the state of arousal his blow job had left me in, I moved closer to him. I took my cock in my hand and aimed it towards his rosebud. As I pushed against him I could feel his ass muscles relax and contract, almost pulling the head of my cock into him. It didn't take much effort on my part to get past this sphincter muscle and slide my cock up inside him. His ass was tighter and smoother than any pussy I'd ever fucked. I pushed until I was all the way in, my balls up against the top of his thighs. I stayed still for a moment just savoring the feeling of being inside him. Then I grabbed his hips and started slowly fucking his young ass. Certainly not a virgin I presumed, but tight and awesome none the less. As I pumped a little faster, I scooped up some of the soap on my chest and reached around and took his teenage cock in my hand. He was rock hard and it twitched when I wrapped my fingers around it. I stroked him in rhythm to cock going in and out of him. We were both so soapy and wet I wouldn't really have known that he came except for the pulsing of his ass muscles, a little weakness in his knees and of course yelling out, "Oh fuck yea daddy, that's the way to do me!" That set me off and I pumped his bowels full of cum. After 5 or 6 strong spurts of cum I just stood behind him with my cock still in him and tried to catch my breath. My cock softened and I withdrew, dragging a small stream of cum with me. I turned around to face the shower head and washed my cock and balls off. Then let him move forward and wash my cum off his ass and his legs. I turned off the shower, opened the curtain and we both grabbed towels and dried off. As I watched him get dressed, my cock started to chub again but I tried hard to not let it go any further. "That was hot. You're way better than Patrick" "You mean you're done this with him before?" I inquired. "Not in the shower. We thought that would be fun. But I was surprised to see you and not him when I pulled open the shower curtain." "He had to work late today, didn't he text you?" "He might have but my battery died in my phone so if he did I didn't get it. Kinda glad I didn't." he laughed. "How the hell did you get in anyway? I locked the door when I got home." "Patrick gave me a key and said to meet him in the shower. I've been hard all morning just thinking about this." "I don't know what you and Patrick have been up too and I don't really want to know. That's between you two. But Patrick, nor anyone else, can never know what we just did. I've never done anything like that before." "I bet you haven't. But it was pretty great, wasn't it? Next time will be even better." He came back at me with a grin. "No, there will never be a next time. This was a one and done. I'm not into guys, not my thing." "Well, you should have told your cock that. Cause it was sure into me, all 7" of it." My face turned red and I was flustered trying to think of a come back to that one but he was right. I had really gotten into having sex with this young guy. But now I'm having buyers remorse, if you will. What the hell was I doing fucking a guy, a young man, one of Patrick's friends, in my own house, in my own shower? Was this a one and done or would I be looking for more at some later date? "You better leave now. I'll tell Patrick that you stopped over to see him but I was home and told you he had to work late. You've gave me his key because he forgot it at your house. And that's all he needs to know." "Why don't I keep the key for the next time we can get together?" "I told you there won't be a next time. This was it, end of story." "My soft wet lips on your cock, my tight ass taking you all inside me, my smooth young body all yours for your pleasure . . ." As he spoke and I reflected back on everything, my cock responded accordingly and started to stiffen and rise tot he occasion. "You say that was a one time thing, but your cock says other wise." He laughed as he put the key back in his pocket and walked out of the bathroom and out the front door. This time was a case of mistaken identity. The next time would be on purpose. Wait, What? The next time?!?