Date: Tue, 21 Nov 2017 16:07:04 +0000
From: T-Bonez None <doggin_it@hotmail.com>
Subject: It Started with a Dream

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It started with a dream - Part One

In high-school I had a huge crush on this girl. She, on the other hand,
barley knew I existed. In my last year of high-school there was a
scandal. The girl I lusted after was caught by a teacher fucking her
boyfriend in an empty classroom. The parents were notified and her mother
pulled her out of school and shipped her up to an aunt's house in a rural
farming community a few hours north of the city. I didn't see her again
until several months later when she just reappeared. Her time in exile had
changed her, she no longer went for 'bad boys'. My high-school dream came
true and we started to date. A few years later, we were married.

Flash forward several years to the recent past.

I have an older brother, though we weren't particularly close. He is gay
and our interests and lives were just very dissimilar I guess. One day we
were having some rare bro time. Just the two of us kicking back having a
few beers and shooting the shit while watching a game. My brother asked,
"What's it like being with the same person for 15 years?" My brother had
been through several relationships in that time, typically lasting a few
years, the longest was 7 years and it had recently ended. I told my brother
it was great being with the same woman for all that time. He asked, "What
about the sex though? Don't you get bored doing the same thing with the
same person year after year after year?" I just said that is was still
good, if a bit more infrequent and less passionate than it had been at the
start. He announced that he wasn't happy unless he was getting his nut at
least twice a week. I replied,"Must be nice for you!" He gave me a look, a
mix of concern and pity. It wasn't that my wife and I didn't have a lot of
sex, two or three times a week for the first several years. She'd rarely
turn down my overtures, she just never initialed. She'd lie there and
wimpier and moan, but it was almost as if sex was something I did 'to her'
as opposed to 'with her', if that makes any sense.

A few weeks later and my brother and I were together again at an
extended-family function. The two of us were in our parents garage poking
around in some old boxes. The topic of a cousin who was getting a divorce
came up. Our cousin had been having an affair and her husband found out:
Marriage over. My brother asked me, "You ever been temped to step out?" I
was shocked by the question, "No, never." He looked unconvinced and
replied, "So, not even temped?" I said I'd never would betray my wife, then
added, "Well, maybe temped, but that's as far as I'd go." The next words
out of my mouth I regretted as soon as I'd uttered them. "Well, to be
honest, I have thought about getting a random blow-job a few times." Then I
hastily added, "But I never would!" Sensing my unease with what I'd just
reveled, by brother tried to lighten the mood, "Well, if yo ever change
your mind, there are a few guys I could hook you up with amazing skills,
they'd rock your socks off." That cut the tension and we both laughed. "Not
really my thing bro", I said.

Having a gay brother I'd done some "research", as in watching some gay
porn, dispassionately and just out of curiosity. It didn't move me sexually
for the most part. That said, I envied the fact that the sex was so
animistic and uninhibited. That's wasn't my experience with my wife. In the
spirit of full disclosure, I will add one more thing: Butt sex. I've always
been fascinated. In my marriage, even the mention of it was way
off-limits. I'd never suggested it and she'd never try it. I found the idea
so erotic and taboo. I'd fantasized many times about what it must feel
like, penetrating such a tight, hidden and forbidden place. So, as I'm
watching the video, and the one guys big hard cock slowly eased into the
smooth, dark recess of the other man's butt, I felt something move. I
looked down and I had a raging hard-on. I turned off the porn immediately
and tried by best to put it out of my head.


I thought I knew everything about my wife, I did not. One night my wife got
a phone-call and I could tell that something was desperately wrong, she
looked shell-shocked. Initially she absolutely refused to tell me what was
going on. Then, she broke down and it all spilled out. That last year in
school when her mother pulled her out of school and shipped her off to her
aunt's place up North, it wasn't because she 'd been caught having sex with
her then boy friend in an empty classroom after school. She been sent off
because she was pregnant. As soon as the baby was born, she'd returned home
and the child was raised by the aunt as her own. Her baby was now a
teenager. He'd always known he was adopted, now he wanted to know more. So,
the Aunt who had raised him, told the boy who his actual mother was. Her
aunt had called my wife to let her know he'd be in contact with her.

I felt betrayed. I was inconsolable over the fact she had never told me,
not before we got married and not in all the years that followed. The fact
that we never had children of our own was a re-opened wound. As hard as I
tried to move past feeling betrayed, I just couldn't. We'd had sex about a
week before the news broke, and not once since. I just stopped initiating,
so it never happened. The longer it went on and the more obvious it was
that she wasn't all that bothered being in a sexless marriage, and the more
I resented it. We went from being husband and wife to being basically
roommates who shared a sexless bed.

My wife did eventually agree to meet her son. They started communicating
and my wife went up North a few times to visit with him. Her son wanted to
come see our home and meet me, his mom's husband. I was sure I'd hate him
because of all the resentment I held. Eric. I was very cool to Eric at
first, but eventually I had a change of heart. He was bright and cheerful,
polite, and respectful. Eric looked nothing like my wife, so it was easy to
forget momentarily who he actually was. Her son, but not mine. Gradually we
integrated Eric's visits more into our lives. There came the day when we
decided it was time to tell my family about Eric. In a effort to save face
and spare me any additional humiliation, we told me family that I had
always known that my wife had a child when she was a teenager, we just
hadn't told anyone.

My parents were welcoming, if a bit distant, towards Eric. They just didn't
know what to make of this new surprise addition to the mix. That said, they
did make it clear that they regarded Eric as part of the family. My older
brother was great I have to say. He compensated for my parents cool
disposition by being gregarious and overtly friendly towards the boy. They
really seemed to connect, to the point where I felt slightly jealous of the
way they got on.

One night my brother and I were having a long over-due bros night, just the
two of us. We'd really only seen each other when there were other people
around since Eric, my wife's son, had entered the picture. As you'd expect,
my brother was anxious to talk about 'the new addition to the family'. We
talked about how I was adjusting. I was still a bit sensitive about how
overtly friendly Eric and my brother had become, and I mentioned it. My
brother just smiled and said, well, that was inevitable. The comment
confused me, so I asked "Inevitable how?"My brother looked a bit uneasy and
then answered my question with a question: "Anything you notice about Eric
that you think we might have in common?" I thought about it for a bit and
replied honestly, "Not really." My brother squirmed and smiled and said,
"So bro, has it ever occurred to you that Eric might possibly, just maybe,
be gay?" I was a bit shocked and said, "No it hasn't. Not even once." Then
I added, "You think every guy is secretly gay." My brother dropped the
topic, but it got my attention.

Initially I was convinced my brother had the wrong idea, then I started to
notice things. When Eric and I were outside once, a runner was walking
towards us wearing tight spandex running pants with a pretty impressive
package on display. OK, the runner's junk was was huge actually, even I
noticed. That's the thing, I noticed. Eric, on the other hand, seemed to be
transfixed. His head swiveled to follow the path of the runner's big
package. Another time there was a family picnic at the beach and Eric was
with us for the day. My brother and Eric were chinning away as per usual
and I was sitting a few feet away reading a book. A man in his 30s emerged
from the water. He was built, as in he obviously worked out... A lot. He
was showing off his hard work to maximum effect as he was wearing a pair of
tight trunks. The skin-tight trunks were obviously packed with a very
substantial block and tackle. My brother and Eric seemed to be watching the
man in the trunks with great interest as they shared a private comment and
both chuckled. A few seconds later my brother nudges Eric with his elbow
and whispers, just loud enough so I heard it, "Eric you perv, you're
totally bricked!" I could see Eric fumbling to cover the obvious tent in
his board shorts with his towel and I could see his whole body turn beet
red. Another thing that I was noticing, Eric checking me out. Every once in
a while I'd catch him, staring at my junk. Now, I have to admit, I did have
a decent package and I didn't try to conceal it. It always gave a bit of a
thrill to catch someone, male or female, looking at my VPL in my tight
Levis 501 button-flys. It always gave me a chub when I caught someone
specking out my family jewels.

That Fall Eric started University at a campus about two hours east of
Toronto. Once he was settled in at uni, he started coming into Toronto
about once a month to visit my wife. Just after he turned 19 he came into
the city for a visit. My wife deiced to have a bit of a birthday dinner for
him. She really didn't know who else to invite, so she asked my brother as
he and Eric got on well. After dinner, while my wife was tiding up, we
three guys were in another room watching a game and chatting. My brother
told Eric about the first time he'd taken me to a bar. Eric perked up and
said, "We should that tonight, the three of us!" I was onboard, except that
I had no idea where to go. My brother had an idea, his local. I'd been
there before with him, a pubish bar that catered to a mostly gay crowd. As
I didn't have any other ideas, that's what we did.

I was a bit uncomfortable at the fact Eric seemed to be the center of a lot
of attention. A number of the guys were unashamedly checking him out, it
was to be expected I guess. He stands just 5'8" tall, but he's very fit,
has a handsome face and dark eyes. He'd started training at the start of
the school year, hoping to join the dragon boat team in the summer. That
meant he needed lots of upper body strength so he was hitting the weights
and bulking up, particularly in the shoulders. After a few pints Eric
announced that he need to use the men's room. My brother volunteered to
keep him company. It occurred to me that my brother figured that it was bet
not to let the lad go unaccompanied in a place like this, particularly as
he'd have his dick out. They had just gone and noticed that I really need a
piss as well so I headed to the toilets. There were a few guys waiting
their turn, so I stood in the doorway. I spotted my brother and Eric
standing at the two urinals, then I noticed something. Eric glanced over
and was looking towards the urinal my brother was standing at. I froze and
watched. A few seconds later, my brother glanced down, just for a second,
towards Eric's urinal. Then they were both looking... At each other's
cocks. I was sure of it. A few more seconds and they were packing up their
hoses and heading to the sink. They spotted me and I just said "My turn
next, I'm busting."

When I returned to our spot at the bar I was in a mood after what I just
witnessed. Later, I was silent on the way back to my place while my brother
and Eric were chatty. We got back to the house, Eric headed straight into
the house, but my brother stopped me for a moment before he got in his car
to make his way home. "You seem suddenly quiet, everything OK?" I muttered
something about stress at work, not sleeping well and just being tired. My
brother reached in his shirt pocket and handed me a joint. He said "Smoke
this, it will help you relax." I made my way into the house and headed to
bed. My wife was already fast asleep, snoring. I would have just gone to
the guest room, but Eric was there so I headed downstairs to the couch. I
tossed and turned for an hour, replaying the scene between my brother and
Eric at the urinals. Unable to fall asleep, I got up and hunted around
until I found the joint my brother had given me. I slipped out to the
garage and fired up the thick joint. It was just the ticket, suddenly I was
relaxed and dozy. I returned to the couch and fell asleep almost
immediately.

As I lay there sleeping, TCH coursing through my veins and my brain, I had
a few very vivid dreams. Mostly about noting in particular, except the last
one. It was about something very specific. As I mentioned, these pot
induced dreams were very vivid, they were also hyper-realistic. In the last
dream I was wandering around the house. I could hear water running, so I
followed the sound upstairs and down the hall. As I got closer to the
sound, I could hear muffled noises, like whispering and then groaning. As I
reached the bathroom, the door was ajar and the sounds of water and voices
were coming from inside. It was the middle of the night so I was
puzzled. As I slowly pushed the door open in my dream, steam poured out of
the bathroom. I could barley make out make out a figure in the large all
glass steam shower. The figure seemed to be sitting on the bench in the
shower. Then, as I slowly moved closer, I realized it was actually two
figures. One sitting on top of the other. I took a step closer and the
steam cleared and suddenly I could see everything.

It was my brother, and Eric. My brother was sitting on the shower bench and
Eric was sitting on his lap. I stood staring, trying to figure out what
Eric was doing in the shower sitting on my brother's lap. Then I saw
movement, they were fucking! I could see my brothers stiff cock jutting
straight up and Eric slowly lowering and lifting himself, fucking himself
on my brother's big, hard cock. They spotted me standing there and they
both smiled and stared at me as Eric continued to fuck himself on my
brother's cock. They both moaned and my brother reached around and started
jerking Eric's cock causing Eric to fuck himself harder. I reached for the
shower door and tried to open it so I could pull them apart , but the door
wouldn't budge. I pulled and pulled but the door wouldn't move. My brother
spoke. "Guess you're going to have to sit this one out bro, just enjoy the
show." Then he added, "Maybe he'll let you fuck him next, you've always
wanted to fuck someone up the ass, haven't you? Eric's ass if perfect, so
tight. It feels fucking amazing!" I redoubled my efforts on the door but it
wouldn't budge. I heard a muffled yelp, then, "That's it boy, cum for me!"
Eric started writhing on my brother's lap, his cock totally impaled up
Eric's butt. My brother used his hand to point Eric's cock towards the
shower door as he stroked it and Eric started to cum. Volley after volley
of cum blasting out of his cock and ricocheting off and running down the
shower door. A moment later my brother let out a guttural moan and thrust
up into Eric as he loaded up the boy's ass with cum, staring right at me
the whole time.

I sat bolt upright on the couch. I was trying to get my bearings. It was a
dream, just a dream. I was soaked and out of breath, but it wasn't just
sweat that I was covered in. I put my hand down the front of my
boxers. "What the fuck!" I said out loud. My boxers were soaked with cum,
tonnes of it. I was disgusted with myself. I tired to convince myself it
was just the pot, but I knew better. The weed might account for the
hyper-realism and the wet dream, but not my imagination's choice of subject
material, that was all on me. Making it all the more troubling was the fact
that my cock was still rock hard and begging for attention.

In the following months my wife and I became increasingly distant. I'd
moved permanently into the guest room and, for the first time, I was
wondering if a divorce was inevitable. I'd also discovered all that online
porn had to offer. I had occasionally glanced at it in the past, now I
looked it a couple of times a week and jerked off to it. I'd wait till my
wife was asleep and slip up to the guest bedroom and get some much needed
relief. The thing that got me off best was scenarios involved ass
fucking. I'd just jump ahead in the video to the part where someone was
sliding a big, hard cock into that deep, dark forbidden place. Having never
fucked a woman up the ass, I could only imagine what it felt like. I
thought a lot about how penetrating such a tight place would feel, my
foreskin being rolled back as I slowly stuffed my cock into her tight
pucker, sinking inch after inch into her vice tight butt until all seven
and a half thick inches were embedded. I thought about slowly fucking her
as she moaned and pushed back, impaling herself onto my rigid cock. Then,
when I was close to cumming, I imagine she'd start to cum with just the
stimulation of my cock fucking her ass. As she started to writhe and
twitch, her contractions would put me over the edge. I'd cum buckets to
that fantasy, more than I ever had having sex with my wife.

Over the next couple of months we had a few visits from Eric. They were
unremarkable, save one very embarrassing incident. Eric had forgotten the
charger for his laptop and he needed to work on an assignment for
university, so he asked to borrow mine. I quickly cleared my browsing
history and the list of recently viewed files, and handed it over. My porn
stash was in a hidden folder, so I thought it was safe from prying
eyes. When Eric handed the laptop back to me he gave me an odd look, like
he was sizing me up. I slipped off to a quiet corner of the house and
immediately re-checked the browsing history. A wave of relief washed over
me as I conformed that I had erased all traces of my browsing
history. Then, something occurred to me and I checked one more thing. My
heart almost stopped: 'Recently viewed files'. I'd cleared that list before
I'd handed him my laptop, now the list was repopulated with the names of
the videos from my hidden folder. I looked at the list as a lump grew in my
throat, "Up Her Butt" and "Girl's Ass Pried Open With Huge Cock" and a half
dozen other titles. Then it got worse, much worse. The last title in the
list of 'recently viewed files'..."Married Man Fucks Anon Boy Hole". The
boy never mentioned it, so I assumed the incident was forgotten.

Eric had lived in the dorms at uni for the first semester. In the second
semester a spot in a house rented by a group of students became
available. Eric made all of the arrangement and was set to move. He'd need
a bed and a desk in the empty room he'd rented and my wife offered him our
old bed and a desk that had be abandoned in our basement years earlier. The
only thing that remained was to get the furniture from our home in Toronto
to his new place. We loaded the desk and bed into the back of my SUV and
wrapped the mattress in a tarp and tied it to the roof. Eric and I set out
on the two hour trip after I finished work on Friday, just as the snow
started. With every passing mile, the roads got worse and worse until we
found ourselves in the midst of a big winter storm. When we got off the
highway the roads were almost impassable and the heavily laden SUV slipped
and struggled on the snow covered roads. We arrived at Eric's new place as
darkness fell and unloaded his stuff. By the time we had finished, we were
both soaked through to the skin and frozen.

The house was empty and cold, the other residents were all home for the
long weekend. Eric and I got his bed and the desk set up and unpacked the
few boxes my wife had sent along... Sheets, blankets and some towels. By
that point I was wondering if it would even be possible to make the drive
back home to Toronto when the decision was made for me, a snow-plow passed
by. My vehicle was now embedded in a meter deep wall of slush and ice. I
wasn't going anywhere for a while. We needed to get into some dry clothes,
but all of Eric's clothes were still at his dorm. We went on a
reconnaissance mission, scouring the house for some dry clothes. All we
could find were a pair of clean track-pants and a tee shirt neatly folded
on top of the dryer in the basement. We each took a long hot shower and I
put my damp boxers back on and wrapped myself in a blanket. After Eric had
his shower he put on the found track-pants and the tee-shirt.

The house was a typical student rental. There was a small kitchen, a few
bathrooms, and every other room was now a bedroom. We put our wet clothes
into the dryer and I dragged a kitchen chair up to Eric's new room and sat
down, Eric sat on the small double bed, me on the chair. I called my wife
to let her know that I wasn't going to be able to head home until the
morning. "What now?" Eric asked. I replied "I guess we just hunker down
until morning then we can move your stuff over form the dorms and I can
head home." I check the dryer, it was tumbling but there was no heat. It
would take hours to dry out our soaked, frozen clothes. I returned to
Eric's room and told him about the broken dryer just as stomach grumbled
loudly, I was starving.

Another trip to the kitchen revealed that there was no food, but Eric piped
up, "I've got something!" He grabbed two glasses and made his way back to
his room where he reached int his back-pack and pulled out a bottle of
rum. After the first few fingers of rum, we both felt better, if a bit
tipsy due to our empty stomachs. We both sat there, Eric on the bed and me
on the uncomfortable kitchen chair and looked around. Then the boy piped
up, "I know!" he said, "We can download a movie." He got up and pulled his
laptop out of his backpack. Unfortunately, he didn't have the wifi
password, so that idea was a dead end. "Too bad we didn't have my laptop,"
I said, "I've got lots of movies." It wasn't until I'd finished the
sentence that I realized my mistake. I did have several Hollywood movies on
my laptop, but as Eric had discovered, there were other movies on there as
well. Eric stared at me with a bewildered expression and I knew what he was
thinking: "Up Her Butt" and "Girl's Ass Pried Open With Huge Cock" et all,
and of course, the show stopper: "Married Man Fucks Anon Boy Hole". I took
a big slug of rum and Eric did the same.

The long day was taking it's toll, I desperately needed sleep. I took one
more trip around the house looking for an open door with a place for me to
crash out, but all of the bedroom doors were locked. I returned to Eric's
room to find him curled up on one side of the bed fast asleep. I took a big
swig of rum and did the only thing I could, climbed onto the bed next to
Eric. There was just a sheet and a few thin blankets to cover us and the
room was cold, but eventually I fell int a deep sleep. A few hours later I
woke up. It took a few seconds to get my bearings and remember where I
was. In my sleep I had rolled over and had my arm wrapped around Eric. I
could feel the heat of his body radiating against mine, and I felt
something else. My cock was totally bricked. I could feel it straining
against the confines of my boxers as it was nestled against Eric's firm
butt. I hastily pulled away. It wasn't something I'd done deliberately,
just the long absence of human contact and the fact that Friday night was
when I'd normally be alone in the guest room watching porn and have a nice
long jerk-off session. I rolled over onto my back, as far away from Eric as
I could get in the small bed, and drifted back into a to sound sleep.

I awoke again with a start. I was still on my back, I hadn't nestled back
in against Eric which was a relief. Then as the fog of sleep cleared, I
noticed my cock was rock hard again. I reached down to adjust it and got a
shock. Somehow it had found its way out of the fly of my boxers. It wasn't
just partially exposed, it was totally out of the fly. My mind raced, I'd
felt something. A hand? Did I feel a hand wrapped around my cock just as I
was waking? I tried to tell myself that I'd just been dreaming. Just then,
I felt the bed move, Eric was getting up. I lay there pretending to be
asleep wondering what he was doing. To my relief, he got out the the bed
and headed to the bathroom. I decided as soon as he returned I'd get up and
head out to find a place to grab some coffees and something to eat. It was
still pitch-black out, but I had to get out of this bed and try to piece
together whether I'd been dreaming or if Eric had actually had my cock in
his hand. I tucked my half-hard cock back into my boxers, but handling my
meat just got me totally boned again. I laid there waiting for my cock to
go down as the minutes passed. Eric seemed to be in the bathroom for a very
long time, then I hear the shower start up. As I lay there I must have
drifted back to sleep. The next thing I remember was being half-awake and
feeling Eric climb back into the bed as I drifted back into a deep sleep.

I was dreaming again: In my dream I was in my bed at home with a woman. I
couldn't see her, but I could feel her as I was spooning up against her
back. Her hair was damp and smelled freshly washed. As I inhaled deeply I
took in the slightly soapy scent. My arm was over her shoulder and I could
feel her butt pressed up against my crotch, slowly pushing back up against
me. I felt another sensation, lubrication on her bare ass. As she moved I
could feel slickness between her cheeks and the shaft of my hard cock, it
was an amazing feeling. As I started to hump against her ass slowly, I felt
her reach back between us and grab my cock, she was guiding it towards her
asshole. She slowly stroked the entire length of my shaft spreading the
lube as she dragged my sensitive cock-head across her tight, wet
hole. Next, she pulled my foreskin back and pointed by cock straight at her
asshole, then she tugged my cock, trying to stuff it into her. I pressed
forward into the impossible tightness. She moaned as she pushed her hips
back, increasing the pressure. Just when I was sure it was never going to
go in, I felt a little give and my fat knob breached her. She gasped and
froze for a second, then she resumed her backwards pressure. At first
nothing, then I could feel it, fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch
my cock was easing up into the unbelievable tightness of her hole. Once
she'd managed to stuff a third of my cock into her darkest recess, she back
off a bit, then resumed her assault on my big, thick cock.

Just the sensation of her vice-tightness combined with the lube and almost
imperceptible movement had me right at the edge. She let out a little gasp
and shuddered and that was enough to pull me in another inch. The sensation
made my cock jump and twitch, propelling itself in another inch. I pushed a
little harder, another inch, then another. I felt my pelvis bump up against
her smooth round butt, I was all the way in. Seven and a half inches of my
thick uncut cock were totally embedded inside of her.

The sensation was incredible. My cock was totally wrapped in hot, wet,
silky tightness. Every time she breathed or moaned it was like her ass was
gripping my cock, gently squeezing and milking it. I felt that even if I
stayed perfectly still her contractions would push me over the edge and I'd
cum, but I wanted more. I wanted to fuck her. I started, slowly at first,
then I gradually pulled more of my cock out of her tight, hot,wet hole and
plunged it back in, balls deep. I was getting close, I knew I was about to
fill her up with an huge load of my cum. I was right at the edge, the point
of no return, and suddenly... I was wide awake. I took a second to get my
bearings. I was fucking, actually fucking someone, not dreaming. Something
impossibly hot and warm gripped my cock as I pistoned in and out. My arm
was wrapped around someone, my face buried in their damp hair groaning and
grunting like and animal. As the fog cleared from my mind I heard her
gasping, only it wasn't a woman's gasp, It was a man, Eric! I couldn't have
stopped at that point if I'd wanted to, I was too far gone and too close to
cumming. Besides, I didn't want to stop. In fact, stopping never even occur
to me.

"Fuck me daddy", Eric moaned softly, "Fuck me harder and make me cum." I
slammed into him, pulled back several inches and thrust my cock all the way
back in again. Now, totally awake, I could feel my cock spasm as I let out
a guttural roar. Eric responded by crying out, "Fill me up! Give your boy
that hot daddy cum, all of it. I want it inside me!" Fill him up I did. My
cock throbbed and twitched as my cum rocketed out of me and into the
deepest recesses of the boy. Just as my earth-shattering orgasm started to
subside, I felt Eric start to writhe, his entire body rocked by the most
intense cum of his entire young life. As he thrashed and moaned it set me
off and I started to cum again with my second consecutive orgasm, adding
another load to his battered and already cum-filled ass. We lay there
entwined, my cock still impaled up his ass. I could feel my cum sloshing
around inside of him and coating my cock. For a few moments all I felt was
pure satisfaction, like I'd never experienced in my life.

What I hadn't known was that Eric had been awake when I'd rolled over in my
sleep the first time. As I pressed up against him he could feel my hardness
against his butt. I'd woken up at that point and rolled onto my back. As
Eric lay there he slowly and carefully slid his hand under the covers until
he found my thigh. Then he slowly worked his hand up to my crotch where he
found my big dick at full attention, straining against the confines of my
boxers. Eric had learned of my penchant for ass porn, all straight save one
clip of 'daddy' type fucking the smooth young ass of a guy about Eric's
age. The boy had a secret porn fetish as well, daddy porn. He lusted at the
images of older men fucking younger guys. My big hard cock pressed up
against Eric's butt had been too much for the boy to resist. He fished my
cock out of my boxers and was just holding it and feeling it's girth when I
awoke. Worrying he'd been caught, he quickly got up and headed to the
bathroom. As Eric sat there in the bathroom thinking about what he'd just
done, his cock was as hard as steel. He deiced to have a cold shower,
hoping it would calm his desire for his mother's husband, it did not.
Crazed with lust, Eric had retrieved the jerk-off lube from his backpack.
And he'd lubed up a few fingers and started working the slippery gel into
his ass with his fingers. Eric's boner pointed straight out and throbbed.
He stared at his cock as he added a third finger to his hole, it caused his
foreskin partially pulled back as a long thread of precum stretched from
his cock towards the bathroom floor. Eric heard the sound of soft snoring
from the other room and knew what he had to do. It was his plan to just
watch his mother's husband sleeping of a few seconds, the return tot the
bathroom and see if he could cum by just fingering himself. He'd tried
before and gotten so close, but he just couldn't quite cum without touching
his cock. Seeing me lying there, Eric's resolve to just watch me faded and
he climbed into bed next to me and had pulled my arm over him. In that
position by cock had found his tight, lubed up hole. The rest, you already
know.

There is more to this story.