Chapter 8: Moments of Connection in Brief Interactions
A tale of my acquaintance and his pa
The bus halted directly in front of us. Me and my pally Frank, we were sat there. It was the conclusion of the school day, and we were returning home. On entering the bus, we seated ourselves at the back.
My eyes were glued to the window as the bus progressed. Frank was fixed on his phone; "So, Ramey, what d'you reckon you've got planned for the end of the week?" he enquired, aborting my daydreams.
I blow away a strand of hair from my face with my senses disrupted, "Nothin'. What about you?"
Frank disregarded the question, "Nothin' either." This kid was a standalone type and didn't have pals, except for me. He was tall and lean, with a nerdy look. I, too, was a nerdy-looking fella, though slightly bulkier due to my sports background. Some might call me a nerd jock. The shield between me and him was our contrasting sexual orientations. I wasn't yet prepared to unveil my secret; our friendship hadn't ripen yet.
"Care to come visit this weekend?" Frank posed.
My eyebrows raised, "Sure, what'll we do there though?" As yet, I'd never been to his house.
"Play some games. Perhaps you can lend a hand with my book," Frank suggested.
I was intrigued, "Book? You're penning a book? You failed to disclose that before?"
He upper-cut his glasses slightly and awoke from his reverie, "No, I'm not fond of talking about it. I'm still at the embryonic level."
"It's common for authors to stay in the early stages," I smirked.
"Indeed."
The tires of the bus shriveled to a stop. The double doors of the coach mercifully sprung open. Frank and I exited the bus and speed walked to his house, situated a block away. A new home to me, he made it clear that it was his father's dwelling. Divorce squashed their marriage in Frank's high school days, and he was residing with his dad.
We landed on his porch and unlocked the door to enter his house. A single story you see. Spacious enough for both bedroom and bathroom. There were two chambers actually, Frank's and his father's, adjoining the toilet. Frank revealed that his father wasn't returning home as yet. Inside his bedroom...
We'd spent a few hours of the day and therein, Frank's dad suddenly arrived. His name was John. As heavenly as his moniker. His frame, bulky—not fleshy as if he'd worked out. Sculpted. He resembled Frank, but older. His hair's colour, caramel. Sported a trimmed beard. He was a handsome male. His arms, covered in a dense layer of fuzz. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ramey," he spoke, extending a firm handshake. His fragrance, enticing. His masculinity, potent.
John distanced himself, and I found myself reunited with Frank. I got back to reading the draft he was scribbling.
The awful hours elapsed, and now it was nearing midnight. Frank proposed we prepare a bed for me. I had thought of grabbing the couch, but Frank had an inflatable mattress and he began inflating it. I legged it towards the loo. Noticing the loo door slightly ajar, adorned with a beam of light, I saw John coming out of the washroom. He had omitted the towel, but his robe reached midway up his furry thighs. Bare chest, yes! I cared naught for the towel!
John exited his chamber, leaving me and Frank. Hearty, intense arousal swelled my trousers. Two hours on the inflating no doubt, and wishing that darn towel slip down but alas! It persisted like an ill-behaved rag.
John donned a thin gray garment. "G'day Ramey, hope I didn't delay ya too long in the restroom."
I shook my head, "No," a roar of passion in my mind. "This man...he's sensational!"
John retired to his room, the door closed. My manhood bulged with delight.
The title of this article is "10 Disgustingly Horny Moments In Literature That Made Even The Author Blush". This is number 8.
After using the bathroom, I went to Frank's room and found my bed made. He let me borrow some shorts. I took off my pants, and he noticed my briefs. He joked that only his dad wore that style. I laughed and said I wore them for sports.
"Just messing with you," Frank replied, stripping to his blue checkered boxers. I assumed he'd wear briefs, but maybe that was a stereotype.
We both got into bed and fell asleep.
I couldn't sleep. John's image in front of the mirror haunted me. I imagined him wearing briefs. I wondered if he wore tighty-whities or something modern like Nike. My erection pressed against the fabric, begging for release. I debated if I should jerk off but thought it wouldn't be appropriate.
I sat up to look at Frank, who was unconscious. I pondered if he'd had sex before. I never considered such thoughts for him. I got closer to him, carefully removing the bed sheet. He remained asleep, only a shirt and his boxers revealing his body. I undid the button on the fly, releasing his cock. It was uncut, familiar to me as my own. I tucked his cock back in and slipped out of the room.
I considered going to the bathroom but noticed John's door was open slightly. He was still in bed, the TV on, oblivious to my presence. I wanted to see his underwear.
I carefully opened the door more, keeping an eye on his face. John's breaths were steady. His chest rose slightly as I drew near the bed. His legs were covered by the sheet, hiding his groin. My hand slowly moved under the sheet, feeling his body. He had underwear on. It was a pair of briefs. My fingers traced over them, and the slightest movement from John made me retract my hand. I lowered myself beside the bed, hoping he wouldn't notice.
When John stopped moving, I cautiously raised my head. His leg moved, revealing his package. Black briefs hugged his massive bulge. I bit my lip, imagining the details on display. My fingers found the waistband, and I pulled it down slowly. John's uncut cock lay against his body, his hairy bush acting as a cushion. I pulled down further until his hairy balls were showing. [ad)] my fingers exploratory, feeling the soft material of the briefs. I wondered about Frank's family - was this how his dad looked?
At that moment, I wasn't frightened by the thought, just intrigued. I sat up and studied Eric's body, noticing the silver jewelry around his neck. The briefs were stretched over his massive shaft, his foreskin ready to thicken. My fingers slid tighter to the base of his shaft. I wanted to fondle his balls, but I thought it might wake him. So, I moved back to his cock, urging it awake. His member responded, hardening in my hand. I wanted to taste it, but I couldn't muster the nerve. I slipped out of the room, softly closing the door behind me. My erection felt even harder outside the sheets. I tried to calm down by stroking my chest, hoping to release tension.
A few minutes passed before I heard him moaning softly. I checked the door, but it was still open slightly. Curious about what was happening, I peeked through the gap. John was waking up, leaving the sheets exposed around his hips. I saw the head of his cock. It was unfortunate that his balls were hidden by the sheets. He was still hard, his foreskin still flaccid, and I desperately wanted to touch him.
I grabbed the sheet by the waistband, gingerly pulling it down just enough to check his balls. They were bigger than expected, covered with dark hair and resting in a fine display. I moved back to his hard cock, stroking it slowly, feeling it swell in my palm. I wished I could suck on it. My puckering lips ached for the silky-soft head. I saw he was asleep, so I took my hand to my bed. The whole experience only made me hornier. This was a new frontier, and I wanted to explore it completely.
One morning, we both woke up and went to the kitchen to have breakfast. When we entered, we saw John once more standing in his robe. This time, he had forgotten to put on any pants. Frank exclaimed "Dad!", upon seeing this.
"What?" John asked, confused and surprised.
"Why can't you put pants on?", Frank questioned.
"My apologies.", John replied, embarrassed.
I shrugged, "It's no problem. It doesn't bother me."
"I'm going to make some breakfast. What would you like to have?", John inquired.
We both suggested pancakes.
John looked through the cabinets and found out that they had run out of pancake mix and maple syrup. "Darn it!", he sighed. Frank, being the helpful son, asked if he could go to the store for some supplies. They both agreed and Frank left the room.
I remained seated at the kitchen table. I was transfixed, gazing at John's muscular body. My thought process immediately drifted to the previous night when I had sucked on his erect cock, not knowing he was still unconscious. John picked up some ingredients from the fridge and placed them on the counter, and then he turned to face me. "Did you have a good night's sleep?", he asked.
"Yes.", I replied hesitantly.
"How about you?", he questioned.
John took a moment to gaze into my eyes and then said, "I had a weird dream. It wasn't sexual, but it felt very real." I became intrigued and asked, "Oh? Can you tell me about it?"
His demeanor changed and he expressed concern about how it might make me uncomfortable. "It was about a girl I used to know, Stacy Nash. I had a dream where she was giving me oral sex."
I couldn't help but feel a sudden rush of arousal from the descriptions. His words felt charged. "Yeah, similar dreams often happen to me", I replied.
John chuckled, "I could tell you more, but they're quite explicit."
I encouraged him to do so, "I don't mind; they don't bother me."
A bit apprehensive, he continued, "Well, I had another one where Stacy kept giving me head. It felt so real, I even climaxed."
My heart was pounding as he spoke, and I clasped my hands together to stifle the urge to reach out and touch his bulge that was evident in his briefs.
John's expression then changed, yet he didn't withdraw. There was some hesitation on his part, like he was considering an offer. "So, did you have any sexual dreams last night? About a girl?"
I shook my head and slowly looked away from him, avoiding his gaze. The answer was simple, but it was about to get complex soon.
"About guys?", John questioned further.
The last time I had experienced this type of curiosity was with someone else. I contemplated how to answer him while keeping my own secret, because Frank was unaware of my sexuality.
"Yes...", I said softly but firmly. His raised eyebrow was a clear sign he understood.
John's face broke into a small smile. "Really?", he asked.
"Yes...", I replied again, with a bit more certainty.
John closed his eyes and smiled; he then brought his thumb and first two fingers under his chin. He proceeded to undo the straps of his robe and opened it to reveal his briefs, the same ones he wore the previous night. I stared at his erect member, which was peeking out of the fabric, wanting to worship it. I held my breath as John's mouth moved closer and he asked, "Would you like to finish what you started?"
I nodded in response. The entire situation made me feel nervous, but also incredibly excited. He then proceeded to stand next to me. He dropped the straps of his robe and removed it completely. John stood there, looking down at me, beautiful under the bright kitchen lights. I blinked rapidly as he took a seat next to me. He placed his right leg on the table and his left one on the floor. The view was a mix of both excitement and anxiety as he spoke, "I'm not mad at you for what you did. I'm just a bit sad because you didn't finish."
My cheeks felt warm at the compliments and I looked away. John was completely comfortable with the situation, like he knew there was this unexplored desire between us. He took my chin in his hand and made me look up. "Is it okay if I touch you?", he asked.
I nodded again, albeit with some reluctance. The thought of telling him about my secret was both enticing and terrifying simultaneously.,
I knelt before John and grabbed his large bulge, looking up at him as his gaze fell upon me. His gaze faded when I felt his bulge press against my face. He commanded, "Finish what you started."
Slipping my fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear, I pulled his briefs down. His semi-erect cock sprang into view, and I tucked the briefs under his significant, hairy balls. My tongue ran along the base of his shaft from bottom to top until it reached the tip. I enclosed my lips around it, pushing back the foreskin.
John's cock was impressive - at least eight inches in length, and greater in girth than most cocks I've seen. I could feel the veins in my right hand as I stroked his enormous shaft. His grunts filled the kitchen as I satisfied John. His right hand rested on the back of my head, giving me full control of his pleasure.
The most intense moan came when I swallowed his cock down my throat. His cock slid deep into my throat, with a quarter of it nestled inside. I endured the sensations flowing through my throat. His long pubic hair tickled my nose.
My hands caressed his pelvis, moving under the fabric of his briefs to touch his strong, muscular buttocks. I gripped his cheeks as I used my throat to pleasure him.
Finally, John's enormous cock left my throat, and I stared up at him, finding him content. I couldn't resist touching him. A thought crossed my mind: John was the oldest guy I've had sex with and the first father. Looking into his eyes, he seemed pleased, wanting me with his massive cock.
Kissing the head of his cock, my tongue parted my lips and licked the tip. I opened my mouth and took in his massive cock, swirling my tongue around the tip. It caused him to moan once more.
My own cock was leaking precum steadily; I wanted John to cum in my mouth. My left hand cupped his hairy balls, massaging them, gently alternating between them.
The pace of my mouthwork was steady—I needed him to cum, but I also wanted to enjoy it, hoping for more opportunities like this with John. However, time was limited as Frank could return at any moment.
It was a race against time. John, aware of our limited time, expressed his eagerness and urged me to continue. I fastened my right hand tightly around the base of his shaft, stroking it energetically. Working together, his cock would ejaculate in my mouth in no time.
As John let out increasingly heavy breaths, deep moans, and hints of climax, I could feel his growing tension. Slowing my sucking, I waited for the moment.
The first shot of cum fired into my mouth. Snatching my hand away and swallowing his cock, I felt him still releasing seed as his cock filled my throat. A few drops escaped my mouth.
After he came, I pulled out his cock and swallowed what was left in my mouth. A bead of cum remained on his urethra. Licking it off and looking up at him, John glowed at my performance.
"Did I do good?" I asked.
He nodded, "Yeah, that was incredible."
I smiled, "Maybe you can… put this in my other hole."
John chewed at his lower lip, about to reply when the door unlocked. Frank had returned. John hurried to his room, swiftly dressed in basketball shorts and a shirt. He greeted his son and began making dinner.
Later, we went out for the afternoon. We browsed through the bookstore and indulged in coffee and our new books at the cafe. Frank talked about his book and the books that motivated him. I pretended to pay attention, but my thoughts were overwhelmed by the events of earlier. Memories of John's impressive body and his massive, wet cock haunted me. I craved more time with John.
One day, as Frank stepped into the restroom for a shower, I found myself sitting next to John on the couch. We sat in silence for a short while, with John's gaze fixed on the television screen. My mind was abuzz with thoughts and emotions. The recent events were still too much to comprehend, but I couldn't hold back any longer.
"It's... it's just so weird," I muttered to myself, breaking the silence. John turned his eyes toward me. His deep voice filled the room.
"Why are you being so quiet?"
I turned to face him, my eyes full of hesitation. "I was just thinking about..." I couldn't finish my sentence.
John's expression softened as he grinned. "About what?"
His legs spread apart, and the bulge in his shorts caught my attention. I traced the object with my eyes, unable to resist the temptation any longer. "About what happened earlier."
"Oh, you mean... this?" He pointed at the bulge in his shorts. "You can touch it if you want."
Timidly, my left hand moved from the couch's surface, making its way to the bulge in his shorts. Gently, I rubbed it as John laid back on the couch.
"We can have some fun later tonight," he said, leaning back on the couch.
Excitement rushed through me. The night promised to be one of discovery and exploration. John's cock swelled inside his underwear, and I could feel it against his shorts. It felt like concrete.
"So does Frank know?" I asked hesitantly.
"That you're gay?" I shook my head. "No, we've only been friends for a few weeks."
"Then, are you interested in my son that way?"
I smiled, "No, I'm only interested in you."
As if in response, his hand found its way to my knee. He began to rub it softly. With each passing moment, I found myself yearning to touch him again. I wanted to suck on his cock and role-play. The very thought left me drenched in precum.
I continued to rub his bulge until Frank emerged from the restroom. John closed his legs and sat up straight. I stayed where I was, eagerly awaiting what the night would bring.
The wait was long, but finally came. Thankfully, Frank was tired from the day and ready for bed. He removed his clothes, leaving him in his underwear. He lay on the bed, his body stretched out, his head resting on the pillow, and the lights switched off. I could hear his deep breathing, signaling sleep.
I waited for nearly an hour before I could contain myself no longer. A faint snore escaped Frank's mouth, alerting me that my friend was asleep. I tiptoed to John's room, the door slightly ajar. The only light in the room came from the television. John lay on his bed under a sheet, only his head visible on the screen. He saw my silhouette in the open door and smiled.
"You look amazing in those briefs," he said.
I stood by his bedside, his white Calvin Klein briefs clinging to his generous bulge. I couldn't help but stare at it as he sat up on the bed. His legs spread, revealing his large balls and massive bulge.
"And you're quite the charmer," I said as I stepped closer.
He pulled me into his arms, lowered his head toward mine, and we kissed. His tongue caressed my own, and his hands found their way to my lower back, bringing our groins together. His briefs pressed against me, teasing my straight friend and daring me to walk away.
The kissing stopped, and he asked, "You want to know something?"
"What?" I asked, curious.
He leaned back onto his elbows, his eyes boring into me, his lips edging closer to my ear. "I like to suck dick, and I know you like to be played with."
He had always known me better than I knew myself.
John's kind words prompted me to welcome his penis into my mouth. His penis glided over my tongue like a snake, eventually slipping right down my throat. The hairs of his pubic region tickled my nostrils as I inhaled his masculine scent. I sprawled my hands across his buttocks while almost choking on his penis.
John held a fistful of my hair as he withdrew his penis from my mouth. I regained my composure and looked up at him. The engorged, wet penis stood before me, taunting me. He scooped me up onto the bed, moving in all fours. He flipped me over onto my stomach. His fingers burrowed under my briefs and eventually tore a hole in them. Instantly, the tip of his wet penis pressed against my opening. He zestfully teased me by nudging his penis slightly into my opening. I giggled, and John laughed. "You want it?"
I nodded in response.
He pounced on me, positioning his thighs on either side of my body. His large hands traveled down my slender physique until he reached my briefs. He ceseted his digits into the material and tore a gap in them. Instantly, I sensed the head of his moist penis against my entrance. He mischievously pressed the head lightly against the orifice. I chortled, and he poked fun at me. "Do you really want it?"
I responded by turning to face him and nodding.
John slapped his penis against the sheet-covered mattress. He forced his penis into my rectum. The penis slipped inside me cautiously, stretching my tight hole. I closed my eyes while issuing a hesitant whimper. I felt his pelvis against my buttocks as his penis filled my rectum entirely. I bent my knee to press it against the bed. John stacked his body on mine, moving his pelvis back and forth in a soothingly rhythmic manner.
The sofa jittered as John moved his pelvis in heightened tempo. My gasps resonated in the bed pillow as it filled me. The pillow absorbent back contained his moans. His face grazed my upper back, his heated breath tickling the tiny hairs there. His arms clasped around my slender figure.
We had rolled over to our sides.
I pressed the pillow against my cheek while he sped up again. The swollen penis slid back and forth within my rectum, igniting incessant moans from my lips. I clutched the pillow closer as he quickened his pace.
The sofa quaked as John moved his pelvis at a rapid pace. My cries ricocheted from within the pillow, muffling John's grunts. His face rested against my upper back, and I felt his warm breath against me. His arms encircled my slender form.
Then, we assumed the sideways position.
I cradled the pillow as he quickened his rhythm. The swollen penis rubbed against my prostate, generating ceaseless pleasure throughout my body.
John briskly pressed his face to my back, and I heard him exhale a deafening grunt. The sofa creaked as John pushed his pelvis against my rear, freezing in that position. With each squirt of cum that oozed through his urethra, his penis expanded within me.
When he emitted the final blast of cum, John gently moved his head and rested it on my shoulder. His bulky hands circled myㅡtrim frame, coming to a halt at my neck. He kissed me there. "You should visit again," he suggested.
I grinned, "Perhaps I shall, especially since his son needs some help with his novel."
"I'm grateful his daughter has such a useful friend like you."
John stood up from the sofa, extracted his briefs, and bestowed them upon me, "Found these for you. For tearing a hole in your briefs."
I reciprocated with a smile, "Thanks."
John then presented me with a slip of paper containing his phone number. "I won't see you in the morning, but keep in mind you can come by whenever you want," he reached into his dresser, monumented a pair of fresh briefs, and presented them to me, "Should you ever want to meet up somewhere private. That's why I'm giving you my number."
I plucked the note from him and planted a kiss on his cheek. "I'll send a text your way."
I returned to the lounge, where Frank remained snoozing. I lay back down with a grin on my face.
