Date: Sat, 9 May 2020 04:37:05 +0000 (UTC) From: Tj Morgan Subject: My Sleepover at Matthew's DISCLAIMER: The following content may contain detailed descriptions of sexual interactions between a minor and adult. If the laws in your place of residence or your religious beliefs make it illegal or wrong to read such, do not continue. If this type of content offends you, do not continue. Any similarities to real people, places, and events are entirely coincidental. This work of fiction is NOT based on any real people, places or events. Nifty operates free for us only because there's people donate to keep it running. If you could be as kind as to donate to Nifty, it would be much appreciated. Donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html All work is owned by the author and may not be used without his consent. As always, your feedback is welcomed and appreciated: odies1971@aol.com Copyright 2020 --------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't get much action these days when it comes to sex. I'll admit it, I'm older, a little overweight, and a lot too shy. The action I do get comes from my left hand or the shower head. During these times, I can't help but think back to my first blowjob. They say you never forget your first, and I certianly haven't. It was the summer that I was fourteen. Like most fourteen year old boys, I was horny as hell. I was in the middle of puberty and enjoying the changes taking place to my body. Well, most of them. In addition to all the 'manly' changes occuring, that was the year I started to get a little chubby. My brother, on the other hand, lost all his baby fat and became the middle school hunk. My best friend that year was a boy named Matthew. Not Mat, not Matty, but Matthew. He was a few months younger than I was and was what they called a 'late bloomer'. Puberty hadn't hit him yet, so he still had that little boy look about him. Often when we'd be off playing in the woods and had to take a piss, we'd just unzip and go, it was natural. I wanted to do more, to jerk off with him, or even just to enjoy the sight of his body, but, I was too shy to suggest it. One particularly hot day, as we were out tramping the roads, Matthew mentioned that when it was really hot out, his parents let him sleep naked. That's when I began to try and figure out how to get him to suggest a sleep over. Even back then, i was a little manipulator and eventually, after a couple days, Matthew excitedly suggested it would be fun for me to spend the night. We could play games, watch movies, the works! I said that would be awesome. We confirmed it with our parents, and the plan was in motion. That night, I arrived at Matthew's house with a backpack with clothes for the next day, but no pajamas. It had been a scorcher all day, and even at bedtime, it was still hot as hell. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Matthew undressed for bed. He removed his shirt, then his pants. I could feel my cock start to stiffen as I anticipated him dropping his underwear, too. Instead, just wearing his skimpy white briefs, he climbed into bed. Sadly, I stripped down to my plain white boxers and climbed into the double bed next to him. With the lights off, I gently rubbed my dick under the covers. We talked for a while, then slowly, he fell asleep. As I listened to Matthew's heavy breathing, I thought about how I could get him naked. I was completely hard, and rubbed my cock through the fly in my boxers when I had an idea. If I unbuttoned my fly, my cock would stick out. Matthew would wake up, see my dick, get curious and touch it. At least, that's what I hoped. I fell asleep on my back, my hard cock sticking out of my boxers and dreamt of Matthew's hand gently touching my teen dick. At some point in the night, my plan worked. I felt a hand gently caressing my penis and I slowly woke up. When I opened my eyes, in the darkness, I saw that it wasn't Matthew touching me. Standing over me was his dad. He was wearing only thin white pajama pants and his left hand appeared to be stroking his own cock as he touched mine. Matthew's dad was a farmer, so he was always doing hard work, and it was not unusual to see him without a shirt, the sweat sliding down his chest. I have to admit, I had enjoyed watching him. Now, watching him stroke himself while touching me, I almost came right there. I must have moved or something because Matthew's dad suddenly realized that I was awake. He stepped back, a terrified look on his face, then turned and hurried out of the room. After a second, I jumped out of bed and followed after him. He was just about to head up the stairs to his bedroom. "Wait," I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear me. He turned, but could barely look at me in the eye. I think he was ashamed about the fact that he had touched me, maybe worried I would scream rape or something. My head went fuzzy and I couldn't believe that I was doing it, but I reached down and slowly pushed down my boxers. I stood there in front of Matthew's dad, completely naked. I couldn't remember the last time I had been naked in front of anyone. Matthew's dad was fighting the urge to look at the naked boy in front of him, but he just couldn't seem to stop himself. I slowly walked toward him, my heart pounding with each step. The slate tile flooring was cool underneath my bare feet. I stopped just inches from him, reached out my hand and gently placed it on his bare chest. The feel of his sweaty skin and the soft hair on his chest was intoxicating. He gasped softly as I touched him, and I could feel his heart beating rapidly. I reached down and took his hand in mine, then began walking backward, gently leading him toward the couch. He hesitated a moment, then followed. When we got to the couch, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He understood what I wanted and sat down. I now stood in front of him, my hard cock directly in front of his face. I gently touched his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked up at me. "This isn't right. I shouldn't have touched you. I'm sorry." He seemed to be trying to convince himself almost as much as me. "If you want to, you can. Please." I whispered back. Matthew's dad looked at my penis. Slowly, he reached up and his fingers lightly slid along my hard shaft. I gasped and let out a little moan. When I did, he slowly wrapped his fingers around my cock and began to stroke. I couldn't believe I was getting a handjob from my best friend's dad. I was really getting into the feeling of his hand stroking me when I suddenly felt a new sensation. I realized that he was no longer jerking me off. Instead, he had replaced his hand with his mouth and was now giving me a blowjob. I felt his hands slide around my waist and begin to rub my ass. As his mouth slid down my dick, he pushed my hips forward. the feeling was incredible. As awesome as jerking off was, this was a million times better! I started feeling that familiar tingling sensation in my body. I moaned and my knees felt weak. "Oh, god, I'm gonna cum," I breathed. I expected him to pull off and finish me with a handjob. Instead, he squeezed my ass cheeks and pushed, jammin my dick further into his mouth. I felt his teeth lightly scraping my shaft and his tongue dancing around my dick. I grabbed clumps of his hair as I felt myself explode hot cum into his mouth. I muttered, "Oh, fuck!" (the first time I had ever said the 'f-word'). Matthew's father gagged slightly, but continued to suck the cum from my dick. I don't think I had ever been this hard or cum so much before then, and he took it all. Finally, he pulled his mouth off my dick. He reached up and spit some of my cum into his hand, then reached into his pajama bottoms and began to jerk off. He only took a couple of tugs before his body stiffened and I saw a dark stain appear on his pajamas. He tugged a couple more times, then pulled his hand out of his pants. I could see his cum in the palm as he lifted it to his mouth. I reached down, took his hand, and began to lick his salty spunk off his hand. We looked at each other for a moment, both of us panting: me, the naked teen who just had his first blowjob, and him, the married father who indulged his most secret desire. He stood and we looked at each other again. I stepped forward and put my arms around him, hugging him, feeling his sweaty skin against my cheek, breathing in the his manly scent. He hesitantly returned the embrace. We let go and he started once again for the stairs. Just before heading up, he turned and smiled at me. I was suddenly aware that I was still naked. As he walked up the stairs, I retrieved my boxers, stepped into them, and headed back to bed. I slowly slipped in next to Matthew, who was still sleeping soundly. The next day, Matthew's father and I acted as nothing had happened. Every so often, I would catch him looking my way, but only fleetingly. We never did speak of that night, and never enjoyed each other again. Several years later, after the family had moved away, I heard that Matthew's dad had left his wife and son to be with another, younger, man. I always wondered if our night together had sparked a desire that he could not extinguish.