Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2003 11:10:17 -0500 From: Shadowlawn Subject: The Quickie I'd fooled around with guys my own age, nothing too serious. Jerking each other off, sucking a little, but never to completion. It was fun. It was experimentation. It was never earth moving or unbelievable. Fact was that I wasn't really into kids. What really turned me on were older guys, well for a 16-year old they were older; I thought there was nothing sexier that a guy between 30 and 40. My own dad was 37 and I thought he was the sexiest human being on earth. Lots of times I jerk off thinking about sucking him off, but I knew that was never going to happen, my dad is terminally straight. Since mom died he's fucked at least 20 different women, and those are the ones I know about. Any way besides sucking my dad off, which I knew was impossible, I also fantasized about sucking off an older straight guy, which I figured would be hard but not impossible to make come true. That takes us to the events of a couple of months ago. Before I get to that maybe I should fill you in on a few details. My name is Logan Edwards I turned 16 at the beginning of November. I stand about 5"8" tall, I'm skinny and weigh only 125 lbs.; the girls think I'm cute and I have sandy blond hair and hazel eyes. I'm a high school junior and live with my dad. His name is Greg and he's sergeant in the Highway Patrol, actually he's a detective. He's like a poster boy for his job. Very handsome, rugged looking and totally masculine come to mind when I think of his looks. He's 6'2" and a solid 210 lbs. He's got shiny black hair and dreamy, dark blue eyes. In his uniform he's a living sexual fantasy out of uniform in just a pair of boxers he's a walking wet dream. The hardest think in life is not giving away how I see him. Mom died and a new baby brother died three years ago, I really don't know the details but something went very wrong during the delivery and both mom and the baby died. Dad didn't show much emotion, just got real quiet. He made a pointed effort to be a great father even though I seemed to me he was more like an actor playing a part than a man just being a dad. Considering the direction my sexuality was taking and the fact that I had the hots for him I guess it's just as well that he doesn't focus on me too closely. Well to get to the point of all this. It was last Columbus Day. I was off from school and dad took the opportunity to have our new home theater installed. He told me the night before that I'd have to hang out at the house in the morning, that the installer was due between 9:00 and noon and I'd have to be there to let him in and stay around until he'd finished the job. I was kind of bummed because I had planned to spend the day with Doug Sloan, my best jerk off buddy. I wasn't allowed to have friends over when dad wasn't home, but I could go over to a friend's house and Doug had the run of his place for the day. We'd planned on getting together and watching a couple of his dad's porno tapes (which he didn't know we knew he had, much less that we watched them). We'd done so in the past and without fall got off at least three times each during two tapes. Doug wasn't one of the guys I sucked with, though I would if I thought he would. Anyway this bummed out that plan. I knew Doug wasn't going to wait to shoot a few loads until I was free. So the next day I figured I sleep-in until around 8:30, jerk off all over my chest and then shower before 9:00 (though I was sure the jerk wouldn't show until noon, blowing any chance of getting over to Doug's. The installation was supposed to take about two hours and Mrs. Sloan got home right after 3:00. The next morning, it was right around 8:30 I was lying on my bed naked, dad had left for work at around 7:00, and I had my stiff 6 inches in my fist feeling real fine. I knew there was no way I was going to last another minute when the doorbell rang. "FUCK ME." Who the hell was interrupting my moment of pleasure? I jumped up put on a pair of sweat pants and slipped a tee shirt over my head. I ran down the stairs in my bare feet and opened the door. Standing there was a great looking guy, really right out of one of my fantasies. He was built like my dad only he had brown hair and brown eyes. He was also younger than my dad, maybe 34, 35. I just stood there wondering were this hunk of man was doing on my doorstep. I was so busy looking at his face and his well-defined body that I didn't even notice the uniform he wore identified him as the installer. Is this the Edwards residence? He asked as he grinned while making it very obvious that he'd seen the tent that my still hard prick was making in my sweats. I felt myself blush bright red, as I was shocked back to reality. I realized who he was and what an asshole I'd just made of myself. "Sorry," I said, "I wasn't expecting you so early," "Well I got an early start and you're only about 3 miles from the shop. Sorry if I interrupted something you were doing." He displayed the same wicked looking grin while raising his eyebrows. "You didn't interrupt anything, I was just lying in bed trying to talk myself into getting up." "Could you show me where the work's going to be done?" "Sure," I said and I led him back toward the family room. The boxes containing the new system were piled on one corner. I explained where dad wanted everything set up and asked if he'd need me for the next few minutes. With just a little sarcasm he said that he thought he could manage alone for a little while. I went up to take a shower. While I was at it I leaned against he tile wall of the stall and while imagining myself sucking the man down stairs I jacked off a huge load. After I'd dried off I again put on the sweats and tee shirt and headed down to the family room. He removed all the equipment and was setting about positioning each element in its proper location. I sprawled out on the couch, which was pretty much in the center of the room. From there I was able to watch the stud no matter where he went in the room. I thought I was being subtle and sophisticated in my conversation and questions, but I know now that he had my number almost from the beginning. I found out that he'd been divorced six months, that he had one 8-year old son, that he was 36 and that he like all men loved sex. He talked easily about how he loved fucking women and getting his cock sucked. He strung me along and teased me making me as hot as I'd ever been. I was boned up and leaking; unless I lay on my stomach there was no way to hide the fact. Still he seemed not to notice, I was trying to play it cool and I thought maybe I was pulling it off. I thought I was subtly seducing him. I wanted to ask him if he'd like a blowjob, but I didn't have the balls. I thought that maybe I might have a chance to do it, but I didn't know how to go there. He was just about finished with the job, it was nearly 10:30 and he was up on a ladder screwing one of the surround system speakers to the ceiling. It was obvious that he'd be leaving soon and if I didn't ask he'd be gone. I was humming and awing, obviously wanting to ask something. My eyes were fixated on the big bulge in the crotch of his jeans and I didn't notice that he was looking right at me. Then I saw his right hand go down and cup his bulge. I looked up and saw him staring right at me. "I'm not a fag or anything," I heard him say. "But I fucking love getting sucked off. I've never turned down the offer of a good blowjob in my life, no matter who offered." What he was saying sunk in. He was asking me to ask him. This was a sure deal. I looked at him. I could feel my body trembling. "Would you like me to suck you off?" He broke out in that wicked grin of his. "Shit, I thought you'd never ask. Ain't had anything in a few days, I'm as horny as I get. I don't have a lot of time, so it's going have to be a quickie." I climbed down from the ladder and took a seat in my dad's recliner. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the top of his fly and then unzipped. He pushed his jeans and underwear to just above his knees exposing a fat, semi-hard cock that was already 6 inches long. I was mesmerized. He looked at me and said, "come and get it." I didn't have to be asked twice. I walked over to him and then got on my knees in front of my dad's chair and reached out with my right hand and touched his cock for the first time. I moved it around, feeling it steadily increase in size. I wrapped my hand around its girth and began to stroke it slowly as it reach maximum hardness a good 7 1/2 inches and so thick that my fist barely contained it. "Now suck it nice and easy. I'm ready to go so it won't take long." I leaned forward and then moved my face into his crotch. I inhaled the scent of my first man and it was intoxicatingly stimulating. My own cock throbbed in my sweats. I liked his balls and then the shaft of hard flesh. I ran my tongue around his meaty circumcised head. He let out a groan. "Take in your mouth, you're driving me crazy. I want to cum. I swallowed him has far as I could take him without gagging. He placed his hand on the back of my head and guided me into a steady rhythm. With each downward movement I was able to take more of him. "That's right, run your tongue along the underside as you go up and down," he encouraged me. "Oh, fuck that feels so good. Yeah, that the way; just like that. Keep it up and your going to get it. Yeah tighten your lips just a little, that's the way, now just a little faster. Yeah, oh fuck yeah, getting real close, won't be long, that's it baby, get ready." His breathing was becoming ragged, the words breathless and staccato. I hadn't thought about taking a guy's cum in my mouth for real, but I was so excited that it didn't matter. I mean in Doug's dad's porn the women had cum shot in their mouths all the time, it couldn't kill you. "Of fuck, here it is." His body stiffened, I felt his cock get bigger and stiffer and then my mouth just filled with a thick, warm, pungent liquid that tasted like nothing I'd ever had. It was strange but incredible to have his cum in my mouth. I didn't think twice about it, I began to swallow. He in the meantime was going wild. His body was bucking and he was screaming about how good it was and how sexy it was to have somebody eat his big load. I held him tight in my mouth and until he was totally drained both of cum and energy. His cock went soft and he just sank back into dad's chair. I was in heaven and would have gladly sucked him a second time, but he soon got back to normal. From beginning to end the whole thing couldn't have lasted more than 4 minutes or so, but it was just about the most thrilling event in my life. I was still sitting on the floor when he stood up pulled up his underwear and jeans, put himself away and zipped and buckled up again. Within five minutes he was gone and I was up on my bed reliving the whole thing and blowing the biggest load of my life on my stomach. Instead of wiping it up with my cum rag, this time I scooped it up with my fingers and for the second time enjoyed a fresh load. Before he left, Ted, that I learned was his name, asked if I'd mind sucking him off again sometime. I told him I was at home alone most afternoons from 3:00 until my dad got home at 6:00. He said maybe he'd drop by again for another quickie. I certainly hoped he would.