Date: Sat, 14 Oct 2017 18:33:32 +0000 From: Justin Carter Subject: That summer with dad's friend (Part 1) When I was 11 years old, my dad's friend came to stay with us for the summer. I was a scrawny kid. I was barely 5 feet tall and not a hair on my body -- other than my short brown hair. My name is Justin, and I was a bit geeky. I wore glasses and too-tight clothes that clung to my skin and bones. Kids would make fun of how big my butt was at school. I guess as skinny as I was, a giant butt stuck out enough for the kids to make fun of. My dad's friend stayed with us while he was in between work, and he and my dad knew each other in high school, but it was the first time I met James. James was 6 feet tall. He had muscular arms but a bit of a beer belly. I was only 11, so I'd have to guess he was in his late 30s early 40s -- same as my dad. The house was big and shaped like an L. My bedroom was on the far side of the L while my parents' room was on the other far side. The entire house was in between us -- living room, kitchen, den, etc... Since the master bedroom was opposite my side of the house, my side had the guest bedroom right next to mine. I often slept with my door open or closed halfway. It was always quiet on my side of the house, so I rarely closed my door completely unless I was changing. I couldn't let anyone see my big butt. The first night James was staying in the guest room, I remember waking up in the middle of the night, and I swear I saw him standing in the doorway looking at me. He was wearing only his boxers -- exposing his hairy chest, arms and beer gut. I was on my stomach with my head facing the door. The only things covering me were my bedsheet and my tighty whities. When I opened my eyes, he didn't move. So either he couldn't see my eyes from where he was standing or I was imagining it in a dream state of some kind. I was a bit of a heavy sleeper. A night or two later, I found out it wasn't a dream. I woke up hearing noise in my room and feeling a strange sensation. I was laying on my back with my head facing the door, and I slowly opened my eyes. When I saw someone standing right next to me at my bed, I kept my eyes mostly shut and pretended to be asleep until I could figure out what was going on. It was James. He hadn't turned any lights on, but I realized what the sensation was. For some reason, he had his hands buried in the front of my underwear, and he was playing with my dick. I was not sure what was going on, but I was terrified. I had heard of people playing with themselves, but I didn't know what was involved. I was shocked and wanted to cry out, but it was dark and I was too scared in the situation. He was making little attempt to be gentle as he freely roamed around my undies to play with my cock and balls. I wasn't very big at that time, maybe 4-5 inches. And I was totally hairless. It was at that moment when I realized more movement in the dark as James stood at the head of my bed. I was sent into deeper shock as I realized James' underwear was off, and he was quickly stroking his own dick right in front of my face. I layed silent not knowing what to do. His body was blocking most of my view of the door, but I could see that he'd closed it. I was trapped in my room with this man I barely knew rubbing my dick while he stroked his so fast it's as if he were racing. I was mustering up the courage to "wake up" and protest what was happening, but right as I was about to move, James grabbed hold of my dick tightly and I could hear him attempt to muffle the sounds of a loud moan he was releasing. And then, to shock me even more, he brazenly pressed the head of his hard 7-8 inch dick right against my lips. I heard him moan 6 or 7 times, and with each moan, a shot of hot salty goo launched out of his dick, past my lips and teeth, and went directly into my mouth. I just layed there motionless completely confused about what was happening. My mouth was completely full of this thick salty stuff, and I didn't know what to do. As he pulled his dick head away from my lips, a little bit of his goo leaked out of my mouth. I mean, I hadn't known what to do with it, so I had just let it sit in my mouth while he was blowing it out of his dick. James took has hand out of my undies, bent down, and as he was pulling up his underwear, he leaned in and licked my lips which were now coated in this salty stuff. I heard him groaning a little more as he licked my lips, but I just laid there stunned. Then he turned and headed for the door. He opened my door and walked out and left the door wide open as if it were no big deal as he went next door into his room and shut the door. I was laying there with this salty stuff in my mouth in shock. I was so confused as to what had just happened. I'd never even seen a naked person before. In the confusion, I swallowed what was in my mouth. I was really think and hot. It took me a couple of swallows to get it all out of my mouth. Then I wondered if it were OK to swallow or if it was going to make me sick or something. I sat up and felt dread after what had just transpired, but I looked down, and my dick was as hard as a rock. What did that mean?? I tossed and turned until I finally fell asleep again. I felt like that was the strangest moment in my entire life -- that is -- until the next night.