Date: Thu, 21 Nov 2013 17:12:13 -0600 From: Jim 002 Subject: Mike and Hank Mike and Hank By jim002@outlook.com Copyright 2013 by jim002@outlook.com Please donate to nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is fiction. None of the characters are based on real people. One When I was sixteen, my mother began dating a man named Mike Wolf. Mike looked like a younger, hotter version of my fantasy man, Coach Morelli. Mr. Morelli was a coach at my high school. He taught PE and I spent a lot of PE class imagining what was in his navy shorts and looking at his hairy arms, legs, and the hairs peeking out of the top of his T-shirt. Like Coach, Mike was going bald and he was hairy. In fact, if someone told me Coach was Mike's father, I would not have been surprised. Mike had a scar on his right cheek from a car wreck when he was a teenager. Neither of these men were what you would call cute. I had no interest in cute young guys. In fact, I found cute young guys about appealing as cute young girls. Masculinity appealed to me and Mike and Coach had plenty of it. Coach looked like he was in his forties and Mike was twenty-eight. Before I met Mike, I jacked off looking at photos of Coach Morelli. I had taken a lot of photos of him at basketball games. Because I was usually in the stands behind him, I had some good close-ups of his butt. I had no desire to fuck him, but I enjoyed imagining I was pulling his furry cheeks apart before rimming him. After I met Mike, I switched to thinking of Mike, although I had some fantasy three- ways where they both took turns fucking me. Occasionally, I saw a large lump in Mike's pants. When I did, I would excuse myself and go beat off furiously. When I first met him, I was a little afraid or maybe intimidated. I think it was probably because of the scar, or maybe because of all Mike's muscles. Fifteen minutes after I met him, I was in love. His deep voice resonated in my head. I could listen to anything he said and enjoy it. Unlike Coach, who I knew almost nothing about, I loved Mike's personality as well as his body. Whenever he came over, he looked as happy to see me as I was to see him. Sexual fantasies aside, he became more than a man dating my mom. He became my friend. Here is how good a friend he was: I came out to him. Mike Wolf was the only person in the world who knew I was gay. Mike had told me his best friend in high school was gay and we talked about that. When I told him I was gay, too, he thanked me for trusting him enough to tell him. I made him promise not to tell my mother. He seemed very pleased by that. I didn't really understand why, unless he just liked being the only person who knew. After I came out to him, Mike became more physically affectionate. He began hugging me, putting his arm around my shoulders, and I began leaning on him when we were watching TV. All of these things made my dick hard, and as soon as Mom and he left, I jacked off a couple of times in my room. One evening while Mike was waiting for Mom to get ready, we sat on the sofa to watch TV. I sat next to Mike and leaned against him. I had noticed Mike's cologne when he walked into the house, but I could smell it better. "I love your cologne, Mike." "Do you?" "Oh, yeah." "It's called Orgasm." I coughed and sat up. I stared at him and he laughed. He glanced at my crotch. "You really do like it!" I was so embarrassed, I wanted to climb under a rock. He pulled me against him. "I was just kidding, Tom. Every guy gets them easily at your age, if he's healthy. It's hormones." And just like that, Mike made everything OK. I sighed, relieved. He put his arm around me and I snuggled up against him. "This is nice," he said. "It really is, Mike." Even though he spent most Saturdays with us, Mom was fairly indifferent to him. Mom is very pretty, and unfortunately, she is very aware of it. I don't mean she is a bad person, but she is a little vain. Mike gave her gifts and treated her very well, but she once referred to dating Mike as 'slumming'. It made me very angry that she didn't appreciate him. She got to see him naked. She got to touch his dick. Didn't she know how lucky she was? When I asked her if she might marry him, she laughed. "He's nice enough, but there is no way I could wake up to his ugly face every day." I got mad, as usual. "He's not ugly. I know he's no Albert." Albert was this very, very attractive male model Mom dated. He felt Mom should be grateful that he took her out. She thought he should be grateful she went out with him. It lasted one and a half dates. "He's nice enough to date. Neither of us are thinking marriage. Besides, with my luck in men, after I married him I would discover he has three girlfriends. Do you have any idea how humiliating that would be?" Mom's luck with men was bad because she picked them based on looks. She picked my father based on looks. They were married a year and a half. Just long enough to have me. To me, it was obvious that the men she dated could have any woman they wanted. They were just taking advantage of the fact. Not one of her previous dates had appealed to me in the slightest and none of them bothered to say much to me. I guess at some level she appreciated that Mike was different. She dated him for months, despite her self-proclaimed lack of interest in him. I was seventeen years old when they broke up. Unfortunately, I was the reason, although I got the impression from my mother that she was finally ready to break it off with him. She began talking about some guy she worked with named Joe. It was Joe this and Joe that. One night, I woke up. I opened my eyes and saw a shadow in the room. At first I got scared, but then I realized I could smell Mike's cologne. I could see some movement of his arm. I watched his arm move for about a minute. "Are you jacking off?" Mike gasped. "Oh, god!" "Can I see your dick?" He didn't say anything. I figured I had been too bold. Then Mike sat down on my bed. "Were you jacking off while you looked at me?" He didn't answer. He lay down next to me. I was excited beyond belief Mike was naked and in my bed. I could feel his bare skin. I reached out and felt his hairy chest. He didn't seem to mind. I wasn't sure another chance like this would happen. I slid my hand down over his stomach. He didn't stop me. I wasn't quite brave enough to reach for his dick. Instead, I scooted over and rested my head on his chest. "I'm in love with you Mike." He sighed. "How do you feel about me?" He sighed again. "I feel the same way you do." I smiled. "So we're both in love you." Mike laughed and then caught himself. Then he kissed my head. "Will you let me suck you?" "Oh, lord, Tom. Are you sure?" "Yes. I also want to kiss you, Mike." Mike took my head in his hands and pressed his mouth to mine. I felt his tongue and I opened my mouth. Mike thrust his tongue into it. I felt his strong body while we kissed. My hand worked its way to his cock. I wrapped my hand around it. He pulled away. "I want your cock inside me, Mike. In my mouth and in my butt." "Oh, fuck, Tom! I want that, too." "But you are straight!" "I never said that." "You like guys, too?" "Yes. Guys like you, anyway." I couldn't believe it, but I wasn't complaining! "Sometimes I fantasize that we are lovers," I said. "Tommy." "I imagine sleeping in your arms." "Oh, Tom." He kissed me again and it was very passionate. I felt his hand on my butt and I lifted off the bed. He slipped his hand inside my underwear. One of his fingers found my hole. I moaned into his mouth. "You do want me." "I do. I want you more than anyone." "Tom. I can give you what you want. Me. But are you sure?" "Do you know how much porn is on the internet?" He chuckled. "A lot." "And I jack off to photos of you. Always." "Damn! It sounds like you want me almost as much as I want you." "You want me, Mike?" "Oh, Tom. I told you I love you. Every time I spend the night, I come in here and jack off while I look at you. Yes. I want you. And when you are eighteen, if you still want it, you can move in with me." "And be roommates?" "Or lovers." "Oh, god! What about Mom? You are dating her." "I want you more. To tell you the truth, I wouldn't have dated your mother for so long if it weren't for you. At first, I wanted to get to know you. Then I wanted to be around you. For the last few months, I come over here to see you. I was thinking about inviting you to go camping so we could be alone." I could hardly believe it. "Have you had sex with many guys?" "No, not that many. I haven't had sex with that many women, either." "Oh. Do you mean it about when I turn eighteen?" "Absolutely, Tommy. I love you." "Oh, Mike! I love you! Will you fuck me? Tonight? I'm afraid Mom is going to break up with you." "Don't worry. I have every intention of asking you out when you turn eighteen." "I don't want to wait." "Oh, baby! I don't either." "Tonight? You'll do it?" "Yes. We may not get another chance while you live with your mother. I need to get a condom from your mother's room." "Don't use a condom." "Are you crazy?" "Are you HIV positive?" "Of course not." "I'm not going to get pregnant. I'm a virgin. I don't have any diseases." "That's true." "I want your cum inside me, Mike." "Oh, god, Tom. I know I'm dreaming." I got off the bed and got a jar of Vaseline from the bathroom. Mike had me lie on my stomach while he pushed his fingers inside me to stretch me. It was painful at first, but it became easier the longer he did it. Then he sat on the side of the bed and had me climb onto him, facing him. He had me lift up and he placed his greased cock at my greased hole. "This way you control how fast I enter you." I kissed him as I lowered myself. I gasped with pain as part of him slipped inside me. "That is the head of my cock." I gasped. "I love the head of your cock. Why does it hate me?" I asked, panting. Mike chuckled. "Do you want to stop?" "No. I want you. I want to be yours. Tonight." "You will be. And after your birthday, I want to be your lover." "Did you have sex with Mom tonight?" "She wasn't in the mood." "I will always be." Mike chuckled. "Believe me, I would take you over her, anytime. You are sweet, beautiful, and you want me." I kissed him again and allowed more of him to slip inside me. I won't lie. It was the most painful experience of my life. But I had my arms around the man I was pretty sure I loved. And he wanted me. The choice between not being in pain or having him inside me was an easy one for me to make. I had the chance to make my fantasies real. I wasn't going to let pain stop us. Finally, I was resting on his lap. Our arms were tightly wrapped around each other while we kissed. It felt like a telephone pole was inside me. But by the time we ended our kiss, the pain was much more tolerable. "Ready?" "Yes, Mike." He held my butt and lifted me up. We both groaned as I slid back down his stiff cock. He did it again, and again. We continued to groan. It wasn't long before Mike groaned loudly. "I'm coming!" My bedroom door flew open. It was Mom. The next few minutes were wild. His cock was still inside me- -I think he was still coming--when she started screaming. He was trying to lift me off him while I was trying to cover myself with my hands. During the screaming, we both got our underwear on. Mom was going to call the police and have Mike arrested for raping me. I told her I begged him to do it. She looked at me with such loathing, I almost died. Fortunately, Mike stayed right next to me, with his arm around me. It gave me strength and I felt protected. Ten minutes later, my clothes and laptop had been dumped on the front porch and Mom had slammed the door saying she had no son. I cried. Mike and I were only wearing briefs. He took me in his arms. The door flew open again and Mom threw Mike's shirt and pants at him. She slammed it shut again. "Shh. Tom. It's OK. Really." "OK? How can you say that?" "Do you want to live with me? Now? From now on?" I stared up at him and a smile slowly developed. "I can live with you," I said, realizing what it meant. "Yes. Please be my lover, Tom." "Oh, Mike! Yes! Yes!" We got my clothes into his truck. Mike got his keys out of his jeans. We sat in the truck as Mike started it. "I want us to be lovers, Tom. Not roommates." "Yes, Mike. I want that." Mike pulled away from our house. I looked at it, as we drove away. I reached over and pulled his cock out of a leg of his briefs. He got stiff immediately. I wrapped my hand around it. It was big. My fingers didn't wrap all the way around. It was still greasy from the Vaseline. "I still haven't tasted your cum." "You will, if you want. Go for it, any time you want some." I grinned at him. I stroked his cock while I explored his body with my other hand. "You are such a hot man, Mike. I was so jealous of my mother because she could touch you like this." "She never did. You want me much, much more than she does." "I can hardly believe you want me." "That's exactly how I feel, Tom." My butt felt wet and I wondered if I was bleeding. I pushed my hand in my briefs and felt my hole. I pulled my finger up and looked at it. Mike looked over. "Are you bleeding?" "No. It's just your cum." "Oh, fuck!" "I'm afraid I'm getting cum all over the seat of the truck." "God damn! This is the best day of my life!" he shouted out the window. I laughed. "It's great, isn't it Mike?" He grinned at me. "It is, baby." I stroked his cock while I played with one of his nipples. I watched the head of his cock appear, then disappear inside his foreskin. It was the first chance I had had to see his cock. It had been too dark in my bedroom. I thought it was perfect. "I love your cock." He grinned at me. "I noticed that." I unbuttoned my seat belt and bent over and kissed the head. Then I buckled up, again. "I really like the fact that you are uncut." "I used to hate it. Now I'm glad. "I'll drop you off at school on my way to work. I get off kind of late. I hate to make you wait for me. Maybe my father will give you a ride home from school" I was surprised that he thought of that, but it made 'us' seem much more real to me. "Will I be able to attend the same school?" "It might be easier if we don't mention the fact that you don't live with your Mom. They may not ask." "That's true." "You have the weekend to get settled in. Tomorrow, we'll go buy you whatever else you need." I smiled at him. "I love you, Mike." "I love you, baby. I have for a while. You've always treated me like I'm important. Whenever I say anything, I can see you thinking about it." "I care what you think. I love you." "Well, you are the first person who has loved me so much." I sighed. I was perfectly contented. Things had worked out really well. If Mom hadn't thrown me out, I wouldn't be able to live with Mike. I was still jacking him off and he thrust his crotch forward. I unbuckled again and reached over and felt his chest while I stroked him with my other hand. "I love how hairy you are." "Yeah? Good." "I'm glad Mom threw me out." "I feel bad about it, but I am, too." "Now I can do this all the time." "Normally, I wear pants in the truck." We both laughed. "As long as you don't wear a shirt, I'll be happy." He turned and grinned at me. I felt his biceps and his chest muscles. "God, you're hot! Can we have sex every day?" I asked him. "We can have it as often as you want. Twice a day, even. If you need my cock more often than that, just remember, it is yours. Anytime you go for my dick, believe me, I'll be happy." I grinned at him and he laughed. "Can you come again tonight?" "Hell, yes. You can feel how hard I am." "I want to sleep with your cum in my stomach and in my ass." "Oh, god, Tom! I want that, too! Hey! I got what I wanted!" he said. "What do you mean. Mike?" "Today is my birthday." "Hey! Happy birthday!" "Thank you. And I got exactly what I want. I never, ever expected it." "You wanted me?" "I love you, Tom. I've been sneaking in your bedroom and jacking off while I look at you, remember? I have pictures of you, too." I grinned at him. "Unfortunately, you are wearing clothes in the pictures." "Oh, shit!" "What?" "Mom is going to find the pictures of you under my mattress." "She saw me fucking you, naked. Are you really worried about pictures of me wearing clothes?" I laughed. "Uh. Never mind." He smiled at me. "Why didn't you come on my face when you jacked off in my room?" "Oh, fuck! You are a nasty boy! But believe me, I wanted to. Every time." "Now you can do it whenever you want," I said. "Really? You wouldn't mind?" "Are you kidding? That sounds really hot! I would love it!" Mike reached for my hole. I pushed my briefs off and pulled my legs up. He finger fucked me. "Oh, yeah. Mike!" I groaned when his finger hit something. "Damn! I shot a lot inside you." "Good! Maybe I will have your baby." He laughed. We stopped at a light. Mike jacked me off while he finger fucked me. "Yes, Mike!" "You are a hot fucker, Tom." "So are you!" The light turned green and Mike let go of my dick. "Will you miss women? Will you be faithful to me?" "No and yes, if you want me to be faithful. You are the one I want, Tom." I smiled at him. "What did you fantasize about?" he asked me. I rubbed my thumb over the head of his cock. It was wet. "Sucking you and getting fucked by you." "Yeah? Well, we can make your fantasies come true. You said you wanted my cum in your stomach. You are going to get that when we get home. I want to look into your beautiful eyes while I feed you my load." "Oh, Mike! I want that!" "I know, babe. We want the same things. It's fantastic!" "Yup." "We'll go shopping tomorrow, like I said, but other than that, I would love to spend the day making love." "It's your birthday, but it feels like mine." He grinned at me. "Baby, what you just said is the greatest gift you could give me. While everyone else is tearing me down, I have you to build me up again." "Your father lives here?" "Yeah. He lives about a mile from my house. I hope you like him." "I'm sure I will. But will he like me?" "Yes. I've told him a lot about you." "Really? Like what?" "I told him you came out to me and I was the only person you told." I started feeling sick. "You told him? Mike!" "Baby. I tell him everything about you. He wants to hear. He's always asking about you. He knows how I feel about you." "It won't bother him that I'm gay?" "Baby, you are going to be my lover. It's what I've been telling him I want for months." "Wow. It's great that you are so open with him. And he's gay- friendly?" Mike laughed. "Dad is bisexual, like me." I had trouble picturing Mike's father. He was bisexual. What did that mean, exactly? "Oh. OK. What do you like to do, Mike?" "Oh, watch TV, work-out, jack off thinking of you. You know, the usual stuff." I laughed. "You left off dating women. Are there any others you are dating right now?" "No. I'm not like that. I have trouble enough getting a good looking girl to say yes. One girl." "I don't understand that. I realized you were a nice, very hot man when I met you." He shrugged. "When you fantasized, what did we do?" I asked him. "We acted out one of my fantasies, already. And it was hotter than I imagined. Of course, your mother wasn't there screaming in my fantasy." I laughed. "Give me an example of one of your fantasies, Tom." "Well, I usually trick you into having sex with me. Because you're straight." "Wow! I am? I never knew that," he said. We laughed. "Tricked how?" "Oh, I was on Mom's bed, it was dark and you fucked me, thinking it was Mom." He laughed. "You know that could never happen, right? I'd reach for your tits and--" "Hey, it's a fantasy!" He laughed. "Well, you made mine come true. I hoped to make one of your come true. Although I would rather not pretend I'm fucking your mother while I'm fucking you." "Me, either. In another fantasy, I suck you through a gloryhole. Of course, I don't know where one is, but I've read about them. Did you have no idea how I feel about you?" "I knew you liked me a lot, and I hoped you wanted me. Sometimes I would think you did, and then something else would make me think you didn't. One time you told me how much more you liked me than your mom's other boyfriends. That made me think you just liked me better than them. When I put my arm around you and you seemed to like it, I thought you did. But I checked your crotch all the time and you were never hard. That made me think you weren't interested in me sexually. So I wasn't sure." "Oh. I was getting them in school. I read on the web how to hide it. The site was called Twenty Ways to Hide a Hardon." Mike laughed. "I only use eighteen of them." We both laughed. "So you've got a couple of spares." "Right!" "Anyway, you are very cute, like your mother. And there are much cuter guys than me around. I figured you could have anyone you wanted. Why would you want me?" "I hate it when you put yourself down." "Oh, baby." "I have no interest in cute guys. I like butch men who are kind and hairy." "Kind of hairy?" "No. Kind and hairy." He laughed. "I'm glad I qualify." "When I first met you, I thought you looked mean. Because of the scar, you know." "Yeah." "That first night, I fantasized that you raped me. Only I just pretended I was raped." "Did you come, imagining I raped you?" "Oh, god, did I! Cum went everywhere! I even got it in my eye." Mike chuckled. "I came twice that first night." "I still can't believe you want me so much, Tom." "I'm crazy in love with you, Mike." Mike pulled his finger out of my butt and I let my legs down. He took my hand and kissed it. "You know, things couldn't have worked out any better. The most I might have hoped for was us sneaking around to have sex." "That's true, Mike. I might not have been able to live with you for almost a while. Wow." I reached over and felt the muscles on his chest and his biceps. "You must work out all the time." "I go to the gym every day. I may not be much to look at, but I'm in good shape and I have a big dick. It was enough for your mother. Of course, being seven years younger than her made her happy, too." "What did I saw about putting yourself down?" He laughed. "Sorry, boss. Habit." We started to leave town. "I didn't realize you live so far away." "Yeah. I'm out a little ways. It's only about thirty minutes. Not too bad." I slowly stroked Mike as I looked out the window. Street lights became fewer and fewer, until the road was pitch black. "Unbuckle and lean against me." I did. Mike jacked me off while I snuggled against him. He kissed the side of my head. "I can't see your dick anymore." Mike turned on a light in the truck. "Better?" "Much. It really is beautiful." Mike laughed. "I'm serious!" "I'm glad, baby. That big dick is yours to love and enjoy." "Do you have anything we can clean it with? I really want to suck it." "We are almost home." "Did you like fucking me?" "Oh, god, Tommy! It was incredible. Yes! I loved it." I smiled at him. I ran my hand over his belly. I could feel his abs. "You said you are bisexual. How many men have you had sex with?" "Three." He paused. "No, wait. Four." "Were they lovers?" "Hmm. I loved two of them, but we weren't really lovers. I dated another one for about a year. I liked him and the sex was good, but we weren't lovers. I think we both just thought the sex was convenient. Friends with benefits, I guess is what we were." "Do you prefer men or women?" "That's easy. I prefer you," he said. "If you keep saying things like that, you aren't going to get any sleep tonight!" He chuckled. "Tomorrow is Saturday. We can sleep late." "Do you have other family here?" "No. Just my father." "Do you get along with him?" "Yes." "Is your father religious?" Mike started laughing. "No. Hank is definitely not that. If I had to use one word to describe him, the word would be horny. Capitalized." I laughed. "That word describes me, too," I said. "No. The word for you would be adorable," Mike said. "Yeah. Like a kitten." Mike laughed. "What about your mother?" I asked. "She left Dad. She let me choose who I would live with. I chose Dad. I speak to her often, but she lives in San Diego now." "If he's so horny, does your father have a girlfriend or has he remarried?" "No. Mostly he gets his cock sucked at gloryholes. He can tell you where they are, but I would rather you didn't have anonymous sex. He knows which ones are busy at which times. He gets his cock sucked three or four times a day." I couldn't believe that. Mike's father had to be old, but he was still having a lot of sex. Mike's cock was in my hand. I wondered if his father's looked like it. "So he sticks his dick through a hole and hopes for the best?" Mike burst out laughing. "That's it exactly!" "I don't think I am that brave.or optimistic." "Me, either!" "Is that all he does? Get sucked?" "I would rather you meet him before I tell you more." "Does he look like you?" Mike turned his head and looked at me. "Yeah. We look a lot alike." I thought about getting fucked by Mike while sucking his father. He obviously didn't care who sucked him. It was an obscene thought. Mike chuckled. "What?" "Your whole body just turned red, Tom. What are you thinking about? It's all right, as long as it is nasty." I laughed, nervously. I began stroking him. "Oh, yeah, baby! Tell me something nasty while you jack my cock." I gulped. "I was wondering if your father's cock looks like yours." "It does. We are the same size, too. Exactly." I thought about that. Exactly? "You measured them?" "Yeah." "Wow!" "You don't think it's disgusting?" "No." "Are you sure?" "Yes." Mike's cock seemed to get harder and it jumped in my hand. "So did you touch it when you were measuring?" "The ruler?" "Ha ha ha," I said. "Yes." "Yes, you touched the ruler?" Mike wrapped his hand around my dick. "No. I touched my father's cock and you can't really measure them when they are soft." I gasped. "Baby, your cock jumped when I told you that." "Oh." He squeezed it. "You are very, very hard, Tommy." "I guess I shouldn't be." "It doesn't bother me. Actually, I'm glad. Would you like to watch me hold his cock?" "Oh, god, Mike!" "Maybe stroke him while you watch?" I groaned. My cock started twitching and Mike started stroking me. He slowed down and pulled over. He stopped the truck. He continued stroking me. He leaned over and pushed a finger back inside me. "Are you thinking about me stroking Dad?" "Yes." "Damn, you are hard as a rock, Tom." "I can't help it!" "I don't mind a bit. But what if I stroked him long enough to make him shoot? Would you watch the spunk shoot out of his cock?" I groaned and came. "Good boy!" Mike said. "Come for Daddy. Come for Daddy." I did! "Mike, Mike," I said as I came. It was incredibly intense. His finger was rubbing something inside me. Mike shocked me by leaning over and swallowing my cock. I groaned as I finished coming in his mouth. When I finished, he sat up and licked my cum off his hand. "Wow!" I said. "Yeah." "I probably got cum all over your truck." "Good." I laughed. "Uh, Mike?" "Yes, baby." "Would you actually do that? With your father?" Mike chuckled. He started up the truck and began driving. "Please tell me." "If you wanted me to, then yes I would." "Wow!" I thought about it. It was the nastiest thing I had ever heard. "Well, I'm sure your father." "Would love it," Mike finished. "Tom, I told you he is horny. He is always horny. He would absolutely love showing his cock to you while I stroked him. He would tell me to aim at your face." I gulped. "And he would ask you to open your mouth. If he thought he had a chance at having sex with you, he would jump at it. You are just his type." I was shocked! "I'm not sure I should tell you more. I want you to like him. He may be horny, but he is my father and I love him. He's a nice guy, too. I guess you would call him kind. And hairy." "Is he much like you?" I asked. "Yeah." "Then I'm going to love him. Would he really be interested in me?" "Yes. Absolutely." "So does he not want a relationship? Is that why he goes to gloryholes?" "He likes sex and an orgasm is guaranteed. It's just sex, and it's safer than what he used to do." "What was that?" Mike didn't say anything for a while. "Dad likes them young. Guys and girls much younger than him. Teenagers. He mostly stays away from girls now. He got in trouble over one. She said yes, but her father found out and she told her father Dad tricked her into it. He didn't. He doesn't have to trick people into sex." "How young?" "Your age. Seventeen." I gulped. "Anyway, gloryholes aren't completely safe. You can get arrested for public indecency. But that is a misdemeanor, not a felony. Tom, I am telling you too much. I really don't want you to hate him before you even meet him." "Why would I hate him?" "Most people would find it revolting." "Uh. I guess I would only find it revolting if he raped them." "Oh, Dad never has to do that. He can walk up to someone, introduce himself, and have his dick inside them in an hour." "A stranger?" "Yup. Either sex. Any age." "Wow! He must have a good pick-up line!" "I don't really know how he does it, but he is very, very good at it. He keeps himself in really good shape. We work out together at the same gym. That helps." "So why does he just use gloryholes, if he can pick up anyone he wants?" "Fewer complications. I encouraged him to start doing it. He was bound to end up in jail, dating sixteen and seventeen year olds. Even seventeen year old boys. "Anyway, I hope you won't be offended if-when-he flirts with you." "Oh, yeah. I'm sure he can't wait." Mike chuckled. "He will flirt. Then he will grope. If it bothers you, tell him or me, if you aren't comfortable telling him. But if I turn you on, he probably will, too. Just because he wants it, doesn't mean you have to accommodate him. You can just say no. Or you can say yes, if you want. It's up to you. I won't mind, as long as you don't lose interest in me." I gulped. But I would never leave Mike for his father. The idea was weird. "That's enough talk about my father." We turned onto a driveway and then pulled up next to a house. We got out of the truck. Mike carried most of my clothes and I carried my laptop and the rest of the clothes. We walked up to the house. I couldn't see it well. We were in the country and the only light was the moon and the light on his porch. But his house seemed small in the dark. Mike moved the clothes to one arm and unlocked the door. He held it open for me and I walked into his house. It was nice inside. My new home. I thought. Mike showed me the bedrooms. There were two. We put my clothes in the second bedroom's closet. I looked at the clock by his bed. It was 2:15. "Let's get a shower. Then you can suck me and we can sleep." I smiled at him. We went into the bathroom and took a shower. Mike looked even sexier wet. We dried each other and then walked to his bedroom. Our bedroom. Mike lay down on his back and lifted his cock so it pointed up. "Son-" I grinned at that. "I want you to have a nice drink of warm milk. It will help you sleep better." "Thanks-Daddy." I moved between his legs and took his cock in my hands. I pulled the foreskin back and licked the head. Mike sighed. I stroked the shaft with one hand while I licked the head. Soon I tasted something new. I wondered if it was precum. Mike grabbed my hair in his fist and pulled me off his cock. He rubbed his wet cock over my face while I moaned. "Sometime very soon, I want to see your face with my cum dripping down it." "Oh, god, Mike! I want that!" "Yeah? You want a facial?" "Yes! And I want pictures, Daddy." "Good boy. I'll fuck you while you look at pictures of your face with my cum on it." He let go and I took the head into my mouth. I began sucking about three inches of his cock. He moaned, so I assumed I was doing it right. I stroked the part of his cock I couldn't take into my mouth. A couple of minutes later, Mike said, "Look at me while you suck." I did and he groaned as he shot into my mouth. We looked at each other as his warm sperm filled my mouth. He sighed as I swallowed his spunk. It tasted really weird, but I knew I wanted more. Mike's cock softened quickly. He pulled me up and kissed me. "Thank you, baby." Then Mike sucked me. I didn't last long. I think he had only sucked me for about ten seconds when I came. It was a very intense orgasm. He ate my cum again. I realized he was definitely not straight. I had come in his mouth twice already. He moved to the top of the bed. I felt the scar on his face. "Does the scar bother you, Mike?" "I'm used to it. I got a couple of estimates of how much it would cost to have it removed. It would be very expensive. Almost fifteen thousand dollars, and that was four years ago. It might be more now." "Damn!" "It's considered cosmetic surgery and isn't covered by my insurance. I didn't hate the scar that much. Does it bother you?" "No. Actually, I like it. It makes you look more masculine. Mom's other dates were all so perfect. It was a little nauseating, really." Mike chuckled. "Like a GQ ad, except they spoke. It wasn't an improvement." Mike laughed. "What did you think of my cum, baby?" "I liked it." "I'm glad, because I loved looking into your eyes while I came--while I fed you." He rubbed my belly. "You are full of my spunk, son. I've bred you at both ends. Fed and bred, as my father says. You are mine, Tom. You are my boy. Remember that." I sighed and smiled. "I will, Mike. 'Fed and bred'?" Mike chuckled. "Dad jokes that the job isn't done until both ends have been spunked." I laughed, nervously. Mike's father sounded wild! I thought about those seventeen year old boys and girls he was filling at both ends. I realized I felt jealous. I was practically his son- in-law, and they were strangers! Mike got out of bed and turned off the light. Then he got back into bed and pulled me into his arms. "Good night, baby." "Night, Mike. I love you." "I love you, too." As I lay there, too excited to sleep, I thought about things. Mike seemed happy that I got excited about him talking about jacking off his father. I wondered what Mike had done with his father. Had they had sex? If he was touching his father's erection, it wasn't hard to believe. And Mike had been seventeen once. I had come twice, but my dick got hard at the thought of Mike and his dad fooling around. I thought about Mike's father. An older version of Mike would look something like Coach Morelli. I had never seen Coach's dick. It sounded like I would see Mike's father's dick. Or more than see. Mike said he wouldn't mind if I had sex with his father. He also told me his father was kind and hairy after I told him I liked kind and hairy men. That sounded like he wanted me to do more than just like his father. He was letting me know his father was my type. He certainly didn't discourage me from thinking of his father sexually. He brought it up. Maybe he wanted his father to have sex with someone who wouldn't get him in trouble, even a misdemeanor. Lying there in Mike's arms, I was happier than I had ever been. Then I thought of my mother and my happiness evaporated. I knew she loved me. She might be rough on her boyfriends, but she had always been good to me and I loved her. I didn't want her to hate me, but she probably did. I listened to Mike snoring softly and fell asleep. If you enjoyed it and would like to read more, let me know.