Date: Mon, 2 Jan 2017 20:48:49 +0100 From: Max Roberts Subject: Staying at My Friend's House - Part 1 This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. This story is for adults only. If you are under 18, please exit this page immediately. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. The author welcomes comments or suggestions at MaxRoberts@usa.com. Max Roberts Even though I was a senior in high school my parents decided I couldn't stay in the house on my own when they were away. It was only a short trip, but they arranged for me to stay over at my best friend's house. I didn't put up too much of a fuss because I'd get to hang out with my friend. I also had a major crush on his dad. Jimmy's parents were divorced, but he mostly lived with his dad. That way he didn't have to change schools. I hadn't come out to anyone yet. It was less that I was worried about telling them I'm gay and more about explaining the guys I liked – big, hairy, much older men like Jimmy's dad. I wish I could explain why, but those mature bears were what I liked. Staying at Jimmy's that week confirmed it. Let me tell you how. When I got to Jimmy's that first day after school, he set me up in their spare bedroom. We hung out and after his dad got home we had dinner and watched some TV. Mr. Constantini eventually excused himself to shower up and go to bed. Being teenagers we stayed up later, but eventually went to our rooms to crash for the night. I was having trouble sleeping in a strange bed and also had to pee so I got up quietly and went to the bathroom. When I got there, I forgot all about peeing because I noticed Mr. Constantini had left his socks, underwear and undershirt on the floor of the bathroom – probably when he took his shower. I picked them up and held them to my nose, the smell of Mr. Constantini instantly making my cock hard. I stripped off my pajamas and pulled his undershirt on. It was a XXL and even though I'm kind of chunky, it was sort of big on me. Still I loved the thought of being in a shirt that had been on his body just a couple hours earlier. I held the socks and underwear up to my nose and when sniffing got a mental image of the man – average height, maybe 5'10" with a broad chest, big legs and arms, and a nice belly. He was bald with that ring of short hair around his head and with clean shaven face, but almost always had a five o'clock shadow going. Intoxicated by the smell of his clothes and my thoughts, I started stroking my cock. A couple minutes later I was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing his throat. I looked up and there was Mr. Constantini standing there in a different pair of briefs and a v-neck undershirt with lots of chest hair escaping at the vee. I hadn't thought to lock the second bathroom door that I learned led right into his bedroom. I was mortified and froze still. After what seemed like a long time but was probably only a few seconds he asked me, "Is it that you like socks and underwear or that you like that they're my socks and underwear?" I stood there silent and scared, my cock no longer hard. So he went on, "It's okay Max. You won't be in trouble. I just want to know. Is it the clothes or me?" His reassuring tone helped me answer. In a weak, quite voice I squeaked out, "both." "Both?" "Um ... yeah ... I like socks and underwear and I also like you." "Why don't you go in my room for a minute and we can talk about this?" Still scared, but also still holding his socks and underwear and wearing his undershirt I walked past him into his room. I noticed him unlocking the main bathroom door and picking up my pajamas before following me into his room and locking his door behind him. He put his hands on each side of me and fixed his gaze in my eyes. When I looked back he said, "Don't worry. I'll keep your secret." "Thank you. I'm so sorry," I said, starting to cry a little. "Don't cry, Max. I'm flattered. I have a secret I'll share with you if you can keep it. Can you keep a secret?" "Yes." "The reason me and Mrs. Constantini split up was because I like guys, too." He looked at me for reaction, but I just stood there dumbfounded with my mouth hanging open. Mr. Constantini pulled me into a hug and whispered in my ear, "and if what you said is true, maybe you want to explore the underwear I have on now." He broke the hug and gently pushed down. I got the idea and knelt in front of him putting the crotch of his briefs right at eye level. I felt his hands on my head nudging it forward until my face was touching his underwear. I took a deep breath in and he started rubbing his crotch on my face. I rubbed back and could feel his cock hardening in his underwear. Instinct took over and I opened my mouth and put it over his underwear covered cock. He let out a sigh and said, "yes, Max, that feels so good." There I was sucking my first cock and doing it with a big, hairy bear I'd had a crush on for a while – and through his underwear. My cock was harder than it had ever been and any fear I had when Mr. Constantini caught me a few minutes earlier was gone. I reached up and took hold of the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down to reveal and short, thick cock sticking out from a jungle of a bush. There was so much hair I could barely see his balls. I started to run my hands through the pubic hair while his hands guided my head forward and my mouth to his thick cock. I opened up and got my first taste of bare cock. I knew this was what I wanted. Mr. Constantini let me do the work and I tried my best to suck his cock like I'd seen in videos on my computer. What I didn't know was how quickly my jaw would get tired with such a thick cock. I didn't want Mr. Constantini to think I couldn't handle the job, but I needed a rest so I just moved from his cock to those extra hairy balls. His moans encouraged me and I licked them all over and tried to get them into my mouth, but only one would fit at a time. I was also getting lots of hairs in my mouth. When I stopped to try to get the hairs out of my mouth, Mr. Constantini chuckled and said, "sorry about that – it's a hazard of playing with a hairy man." "I love how hairy you are. It looks and feels great," I replied. "Then you'll probably like this," he said as he pulled his undershirt off and sat on the edge of the bed. I was in awe. The hair on his chest, belly and back was as thick and long as his pubes and it covered every inch of him. I got right next to the bed and started to run my hands through it – one hand on his front side and one on the back. Mr. Constantini seemed to enjoy the attention. I felt his hands reach out on either side of my body, pulling me to him and he lay back on the bed bringing me with him. Now I was on top of that hairy chest, face-to-face with the big bear as he used his hands to and pulled me closer into a kiss. Our lips touched and I could feel the stubble on his face. He pushed his tongue forward and I let my lips part. Our tongues touched and we started making out passionately. I couldn't believe how kissing him was as hot as sucking his cock, but it was. He turned us on our sides and ran his hand up under the undershirt I was still wearing – the one he'd left in the bathroom. He pulled back from the kiss and said, "feels like you've got some hair on your chest, too, Max." "Not nearly as much as you have. I wish I was that hairy." "You might be one day. Lots of guys keep getting more hair as they get older." Around guys in gym class I was so worried about my chunky body, but with Mr. Constantini, I felt so comfortable and at ease. He pulled the shirt off me and even completely naked I was at ease. His attention moved to my chest. One hand played with one nipple and his mouth went to the other licking and sucking gently, but firmly. It felt amazing and made my cock twitch. After a couple minutes, he leaned across my body and got his mouth on the other nipple. I could feel his weight on me and reached around with my hand to stroke his hairy back. He was so manly and sexy with all that hair. Next, he ran his tongue from the middle of my chest, down over my belly button and to my cock which he took in all at once. He started sucking up and down while holding my balls in his hand. "Mr. Constantini, if you keep doing that I'm going to cum," I warned him. He kept doing it and also ran his finger in that sensitive spot between my ass and balls and I exploded into his mouth. "Oh god ... I'm cumming," I grunted. I moaned and growled some more as I had the biggest orgasm of my young life. The whole time Mr. Constantini kept my cock in his mouth. When I finished cumming, he let my cock free, moved back up where I could see and opened his mouth to show me the big load there. Then he closed his mouth and swallowed it all down. "Tastes great," he said. "How was that for you." "It was fantastic. But I want to make you cum, too. "Nothing stopping you," he said as he knelt near my face. I took his thick cock back in my mouth and started sucking again while he started playing with his nipples. I did my best, but after about five minutes my jaw was tiring on that thick cock. He could tell and said, get up here and suck on my tit while I jack off. When I'm close I'll let you know so you can get back down there and finish the job. His nipple was big and hard, but buried in that forest of chest hair that turned me on so much. I sucked on it while letting my hands roam all over his hairy body ... chest, back, butt ... it was all covered in lots of hair. After a couple minutes he said. "get up here and kiss me." I did. Our tongues were going furiously in each other's mouths when he broke the kiss and said, "so close." I quickly went back down to his cock taking it in my mouth just as it blew. "Fuck, yeah. Swallow my load, boy. Take it all." I took it all, but didn't swallow. I wanted to show him like he showed me. After he finished coming, I knelt on the bed next to him, looked him in the eye and opened my mouth to show him the big load he shot in there. Before I could close my mouth and swallow, he moved in and kissed me again so I was sharing his cum load with him. After trading the cum back and forth several times, he broke the kiss and told me to swallow. I did and felt so proud that I had his cum inside me. We collapsed back down to lie on the bed touching and kissing each other for a few minutes. Then Mr. Constantini said, "now that I've cum, I need to go pee like I was going to do when I saw you in there with my clothes. Without thinking the words "can I watch?" came out of my mouth. "You are a kinky boy, aren't you Max. Socks, underwear, and now piss. Sure, you can watch. Come on." I followed him into the bathroom. He locked the other door and told me to sit on the toilet so I could get the best view. He told me to spread my legs and he started to pee between my legs into the toilet while I watched. Then he changed his aim and peed right on my cock and balls. It felt so warm and nice and my cock sprang up to full hard on immediately. Mr. Constantini said," I can't send you back to bed like that" and knelt down in front of me taking my piss covered cock into his mouth and sucking out a second load. This time instead of swallowing it, he put his mouth on mine and pushed the load onto my tongue and let me swallow my own cum. He then grabbed a wash cloth and wiped me clean. I stood up and we kissed again. "It's late, Max. You better get to bed and I better get some sleep. Remember, we're going to keep each other's secrets." "I will. I promise," I said. I put my pajamas back on and went back to the spare room. I slept well dreaming about doing more with Mr. Constantini. Send comments to the author at MaxRoberts@usa.com.