Date: Fri, 7 Dec 2018 15:43:51 +0100 (CET)
From: Tommy <thomasandjames@tutanota.com>
Subject: My Son?s Sleepover Friend

My Son's Sleepover Friend

I'm a single father raising my two sons, ages 12 and 14. I'm happily
divorced and still very much in the closet about my sexuality. I'm
reasonably fit for my 38 years and though not a model by any stretch, I'm
not unattractive either. I have a way with boys, and boys seem to like
me. In recent years I've had three develop a crush on me, and maybe I'll
write about those another time.

Both of my sons are straight as far as I can tell.

My younger son Jeff has been hanging around with an older boy, a
14-year-old freshman named Scott. At first I didn't really like it, but
then I got to know Scott a bit and I started getting a crush on him. He's
not really cute, but he's not ugly. He's thin but not skinny, blonde hair,
very light-brown eyes, and only around five feet tall. He has a very
youthful look and his voice has not broken, so he looks and sounds like a
12-year-old seventh-grader, like my son.

Both of my boys like sleepovers, my older preferring to stay at a friend's
and my younger preferring to have a friend stay here. Nearly every weekend
Scott stays here at least one night, sometimes two. The more I got to know
him, the hotter I became for him. I started "grooming" him, doing all the
things the Boy Scout youth protection training teaches us to watch out for:
unnecessary touching, paying him extra attention, wrestling, sexual
innuendo... harmless unless it progresses. I thought about how to get into
this boy's pants if and only if he wanted it.

Scott often stays up playing video games or watching TV hours after Jeff
conks out. During sleepovers, they sleep in the living room which is right
next to my bedroom. I can hear them through the wall. Last weekend, Jeff
was out pretty early, around 11:00. My other son was staying at a friend's
house, so just Scott and I were up. I went to back to my room and closed
the door. I opened a gay porn video of a couple boys very vocally sucking
and fucking and turned up the volume loud enough Scott was sure to hear
through the wall. He did. The game on the TV in the living room went
silent. I heard footsteps coming toward the hall, so I turned it down just
a little, not wanting to be too obvious. Scott went into the bathroom,
which was right next to my bedroom. I didn't hear a thing for a couple
minutes when the toilet flushed. Another minute and the door quietly
opened, then more silence. I didn't hear footsteps across the old creaky
floor back to the living room for another minute or two. He had been at my
door listening.

I closed the video and listened. Scott resumed his game. I grabbed my
cellphone and went back out to the living room. Jeff was asleep on the
large sofa, so I joined Scott on the small one, sitting right next to him
while he played Fortnite. I was wearing my "pajamas" of cotton gym shorts,
no underwear, and a t-shirt. I was already sporting a bit of wood making a
noticeable tent. Scott was wearing thin cotton pants and a baggy
long-sleeved shirt that covered his crotch.

I played around with my phone while he played his game. I relaxed and
spread my legs a little, resting my right leg against his left. He didn't
move his leg away. I pressed mine into his, and he pressed back. I got
fully hard and made no effort to hide the obscene tent in my shorts. I
acted as if nothing were happening and continued with my phone. He paused
the game again; he was interested. I held my phone in my right hand over my
erect cock to somewhat block his view and fondled my hardness with my left
hand. I tried to watch him out the corner of my eye, but I couldn't see
what he was looking at. I looked up quickly and caught him staring at my
hand rubbing my cock through my shorts. He looked away and blushed.  I
switched hands with the phone and rested my right hand on my right
knee. After a moment I rubbed my hand up and down my bare leg, my pinky and
ring fingers lightly dragging on Scott's pants. He didn't pull away. I
commented his pants were cool, that they felt really thin, and used that as
an excuse to feel them. He said nothing as I moved my hand to his thigh and
ran it up and down as I had on my own leg. I looked at his crotch but
couldn't see anything of interest in his black pants covered by his shirt
in the dimly-lit room. I noted, however, that he was breathing quick,
shallow breaths.

In for a penny, I mused, as I rubbed higher and higher. I switched to my
fingernails on his inner thigh and he inhaled sharply. Higher and higher I
went until my fingers were at his crotch and bumping a firm obstacle that
had to be his boyhood. He spread his legs, pressing his leg hard against
mine. I cupped his offering; it was indeed his cock, hard and begging for
attention. It felt like a roll of nickels standing straight up, leaning
slightly left. I squeezed; he moaned. I tickled with my fingernails; he
moaned more.

"Come here," I whispered and I rose from the sofa.

Scott stared at my tent and followed. I grabbed his hand, holding only his
fingers so as to not seem too gay, and led him into my room. I closed and
locked the door. I led him to the bed then turned to face him in the
darkened room lit only by a small bedside lamp.

He looked scared, what I could see of him besides the top of his head. I
gently grabbed the sides of his shoulders and held him at arm's length to
get a better look. He had a nice little tent in his pants. He still looked
down, either staring at my much larger tent or trying to avoid eye
contact. I let him go and pushed down my shorts, letting them fall to the
ground. My 6.5" uncut manhood stood out and proud, rising slightly to the
right. I reached out and pulled his right hand toward it and that's all the
encouragement he needed. He wrapped his hand around it and squeezed then
gave it a couple strokes. Next he reached under it to cup my balls, lifting
them a couple times as if to weigh them. I think this boy has played with
someone before.

I unbuttoned his pants and let them fall. I was surprised he was commando,
his beautiful four-inch cock standing proud, pointing more skyward than
outward. He was also intact, with his foreskin pulled back just enough to
expose his piss slit and a little bit of ruby-red glans. I grabbed it
immediately as if I were afraid it would get away. So hard, yet so soft; I
am always amazed at the feel of boycock. I was intrigued by his carpet of
immature pubes. They covered a larger area than typical for a boy, but they
were still soft, almost downy fur. Next I felt his balls. I love a boy's
balls almost as much as his cock, sometimes more. His hung loosely in a
smooth, hairless sack, perfect for my mouth -- but I'm getting ahead of
myself.

I pulled off my shirt, and he did the same. What a good boy, I thought. I
spread my legs to lower myself and pulled him toward me. I poked at his
charms with my rigid spike then rubbed back and forth, grinding our junk
together. I reached behind him and squeezed his tender ass cheeks,
eliciting a soft moan from him. I eased up but kept our cocks touching and
ran my fingers up his sides to his chest and rubbed his nipples with my
thumbs. I felt his cock twitch, so I thrust mine against his a few times. I
backed off and leaned over to lick, suck, nibble and otherwise torture my
young lover with the most sensuous nipple play he could ever imagine while
I slowly stroked his rigid shaft. His head as very swollen and I didn't
think he would last much longer, so I abruptly stopped. I stood straight
and asked him if he liked it. His voice cracked but he managed a weak
"Yeah."

"Have you ever had a blowjob?" I asked.

He shook his head.

I took his cock again and caressed. He was wet, so he could make pre. His
balls were a bit small, but big enough. Yeah, he's gonna be a spunker. I
had to have him. I continued caressing and fondling his cock, his balls,
and the sensitive areas of his inner thighs and groin.

"You can play with mine if you want to." I told him.

He did. He just needed an invitation, I guess, because he grabbed me again
and stroked, more determined this time, with more urgency it seemed. He
stopped for a moment to squeeze my balls then stroked some more, even
faster. I was close to cumming, and although I can usually hold off, it had
been a while since I'd been with a boy and I didn't think I could stall
very long. Then it hit me: He wasn't in a hurry for me, but in a hurry for
him. He was stroking me how he wanted stroked.

"You know what `69' is?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"Let me show you. You'll love it."

I guided him onto the bed and pushed him back to the other side. I climbed
on in the usual 69 position, on my side facing him with my hardness aimed
at his mouth. I leaned in for a sample of his developing manhood. I inhaled
his boy scent, first from his balls then his cock in one long, intoxicating
breath. Exquisite. I pulled back his reluctant foreskin. It was pretty
tight for my liking, but I got it back. His head was so smooth it was shiny
like a crystal cherry. I licked all around it, treasuring its salty
pleasantness. I tried it on for size and yes, it fit my lips perfectly. I
was so lost with the gems before me I forgot his invitation.

"Just do what I'm doing... or whatever you want."

I went back to work, if you can call this work, and took him deep into my
hungry mouth. My cock jumped when he touched me. He'd skipped my cock and
went straight to my balls this time, surprising me. I reciprocated and
fondled his balls as I held his glans in my mouth, not moving for fear of
ending this too soon.

Oh gawd, he did it! No matter how many times I've been sucked, no matter
how many warm, wet mouths have pleasured my cock, when a boy takes me in
his mouth I go bananas. A boy's mouth just feels different somehow, so
right. He closed around my head and stopped, motionless. His mouth felt
cool and warm at the same time. I pushed in slightly and pulled back, very
slowly in and out. It reminded me of my first fuck, just barely getting it
in and sliding an inch or so in and out. I was a few Kegels away from
erupting.

I pulled off him to ask, "Scott, have you ever tasted your cum?"

He released me and denied it.

"It's okay, you can tell me," I encouraged.

Crickets.

"Okay look," I began. "I'm gonna cum, like real soon. So are you I can
tell. It feels way better if you come in my mouth but it's okay `cause I
wanna eat yours, I like cum. I'll cum in your mouth too but you can spit it
out if you want."

I played with his cock like a joystick waiting for him to say something,
but he didn't, so I took him back into my mouth, all the way to his pubes
and I sucked. I sucked hard, pulled back to his ridge and felt him with my
tongue. His head was now huge. I stopped sucking and tongued his head,
especially the super sensitive underside. Finally, he went back down on
me. Oh, this is ecstasy!

I let his cock out and took in his balls, both at once, for a quick round
while I stroked his cock. Scott kept my cock in his mouth and played with
my balls, showing some initiative rather than copying me. He was really
into this, a real cockhound in the making and not just a curious, horny
boy. I set his balls free and went back to his cock, his delightfully
immature cock, long for his size and thin, silky smooth and so perfect for
sucking.

Scott tried, but didn't really know what he was doing. This might be the
first cock he's had in his inexperienced but eager mouth. I felt an
occasional tooth, there was no suction at all and little movement, but his
lack of experience made it more erotic. I started my Kegels, pushed in and
out of his mouth very slightly, and focused on getting him to feed me his
boy honey. No mercy; I could wait no longer. His narrow shaft was a perfect
fit. I easily closed my mouth tightly and lightly sucked, starting my slow
up and down rhythm while tongue-tickling his sensitive head. His head grew
quickly as he lost the battle; he was about to erupt. I increased my rhythm
and suction and got the expected result. Scott froze and went rigid. I
buried his cock deep, planting my face against his flat tummy and caressing
his now tight scrotum as his cock convulsed. His head felt huge lurching
against the roof of my mouth. On the second pulse I felt and tasted his
nectar as he squirted his precious seed onto my tongue. Three delicious
squirts and he was spent.

Scott moaned, vibrating my impatient cock. I pushed deeper into him but not
so far he would gag, and unleashed a torrent. I held him in my mouth
savoring his hardness and juice, giving me even more stamina to assault his
innocent mouth. After two volleys, he pulled off and held my cock, watching
my cum fly everywhere and all over his face. He pulled his out of me,
surely too sensitive after such intense stimulation.

After enjoying a moment of post-climactic bliss, I rolled back and reached
down to the floor for my t-shirt. I tossed it to him to clean up with then
we lay in 69 position for several minutes. I fondled him in mild disbelief
over my good fortune to yet again enjoy such a fine example of boyhood so
intimately. I milked out the last drops of his delicious seed and lapped it
up as if it were some life-saving medicine, literally sucking him dry. He
felt and examined my softening penis and seemed pretty interested in my
loose foreskin. I felt the last of my cum seep from my cock. He held and
studied it for a moment then leaned in and licked the tip, tasting my cum
again, this time in a much less frantic setting. He savored it then sucked
me to get any remaining seed. Yeah, he was hooked.

"What's your favorite number?" I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Idunno. Seven? Why?"

"It's not 69?"

He grinned.

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