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Son's Best Friend

Posted by: Age: 45 and 21 Posted on: 14 comments
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A shared moment with my son's best mate

My sons best mate Trent had always been the kind of lad who had been relaxed with nudity, maybe it is a generational thing, but whatever it is he is just comfortable with his body, certainly more than I recall being at his age. He is 6ft 1 slender build naturally smooth and rather cute too, a nice bit of eye candy that I enjoy seeing around the house and certainly not the type of guy I go for. Usually I am more into blokes my age with a stocky hairy build. Anyway I had always figured it was a look and don't touch kind of arrangement, he knows I am bi, well actually more gay these days, but he has never had an issue with that and it has never made him feel the need to cover up or be embarrassed.

Not that long ago on a Saturday morning my son had gone out early for soccer practice leaving me and Trent alone in the house. I was already up and stood in the kitchen with my fresh brewed morning coffee wearing just my plain white Y fronts looking out the window into the garden. Troy walked in moments later without so much as a stitch, looking recently shaved around his groin and sporting a large lazy lob on that was standing out in a prominent fashion. I offered him coffee and stole a few glances, as you do when it is all on display and looking rather plump and full, semi engorged as it swayed from side to side, the tight foreskin not quiet covering the darker coloured helmet making a small porthole opening which offers up a tantalising glimpse of his piss slit beneath, his smooth walnut sized balls hanging low in their silky smooth sack.

Truth is I have seen it all before, numerous times, but still I can’t help but take a further sneaky look at his impressive sized equipment. Maybe I have always been a little more fascinated than I should be with my sons best mate, and a little curious about his overly relaxed attitude. I can’t help but wonder if he has purposefully fluffed himself before entering the kitchen, wanting me to witness his semi aroused state, to show off his striking asset at half-mast. As the thought filled my mind I felt a twitch beneath my underwear, the beginnings of my own growth in reaction to the glorious youthful site that was before me. We stood facing each other and I pondered on turning away to hide my growing predicament, but then decided to stand it out and see how things progressed, curious as to how he would react once he realized I was getting turned on by his display. My twitches gave way to strong pulsations and rapid throbs as the thin fabric of my underwear began to strain and tent, tugging against my arousal as it threatened to burst free of the cotton clad enclosure and catching his eye. I felt a saturated damp patch from my already drizzling pre cum and was in no doubt it was visible, a clear sticky fluid of honey like consistency filtering through the fabric and glistening as it dripped free. Trent's cock began to rise like a draw bridge, extending out as the shaft became rigid and the purple veins along his ever so straight length stood pronounced, the foreskin pulled tight against the swelling crimson gland and slowly retracted under the pressure.

He stood looking all casual as he held his coffee cup, not once acknowledging the fact that he had a full on erection as he sipped his coffee and looked me in the eyes, engaging in the most mundane of conversations in less than mundane circumstances.

I adjusted my aching cock through my underpants as the tightness of my Y fronts began to cause discomfort making me visibly grimace a little, my gaze still admiring the disproportionate sized thick schlong on such a lean built lad. "You would be better off without them," Troy commented mid conversation "What?" I asked before I looked into his eyes and then back down "Oh my underwear you mean, yeah probably" I responded as I saw a lengthy dew drop suspended on a silken thread hanging down from where the tip of my cock head pressed. He has seen me naked before so I am not sure why I ever bother wearing anything around him anymore, maybe more out of habit than anything, just instinctive to slip on something when I get out of bed in the mornings I suppose.

I wondered what would happen if I take the opportunity to take them off while fully erect, whilst where both fully boned. Would a natural primal urge to get our rocks off take over? With my underwear quickly pulled down my cock popped up like it was spring loaded and I can’t help but smile at Trent's reaction. I tell you now my cock had not felt that rock hard for ages. "That is better" I said still grinning as I felt my cock jump with joy at being liberated and free "Fuck you really are hard" Trent commented with an amazed on his face look that made my cock throb again as a fresh stream of pre cum was released. I grasped my cock and admired it, aware that he was still watching as I gave it a slow gentle stroke and squeeze "Looking pretty hard yourself" I stated as I stepped towards him a little, feeling anxious and uneasy but being driven by my stiff prick. Guess we have all been there right, when the balls are full the brains are empty. We stood for what felt like a while just admiring each other, both stood handling and groping ourselves, slowly daring to edge closer together, our hand motions becoming more rhythmic and synchronized until we was both stood openly wanking our erections.

Fuck it felt so good wanking off in front of him and I would be lying to you if I said I had never thought about doing it before. I could tell by his facial expression and the occasional breathless whimper that he was enjoying the moment of male bonding too, making circling motions over the shiny glistening head of his exposed swollen gland with his thumb and finger. His cock is certainly longer and fatter than my own but I had been aware of that for a while. The conversation had stopped, it was only our breathing and groans that broke the silence as we continued, and when he dropped his hand away and tensed his pelvic muscles to make his cock bounce I took the opportunity to reach out my hand. He did not back away, he just let out a long gasp as his knees buckled and my hand wrapped around his thick pulsating shaft. "Feel OK?" I asked needing to verify that I had not over stepped our boundaries "Yeah" he whimpered in response, his eyes closed as he allowed me to begin to stroke his rigid length, his hands moving behind his back in what can only be construed as a submissive pose. My hand slowly motioned up and down, the copious amounts of pre cum lubricating the way and filling the air with a distinct musky odour. I don't recall ever seeing a bloke ooze so much pre cum and thought I dribbled a lot, I swear he was producing it in a vast quantity. That is when the idea crossed my mind, the thought of his slimy emission sliding over my own manhood, our pre cum blending. I faced him and edged closer still until our stiff meat rods touched and our generous amount of juices turned into a fragrant froth as I stroked our members together, it was like beating an egg white into stiff peaks as it covered my palm and our erect pricks. I continued squeezing and stroking our cocks together, our juices flowed and blended as we both throbbed and groaned with pleasure, our bodies quivering and shook until... His face suggested he was already closer than he would like to be, and certainly closer than I was. The over excitement at our actions more than he could tolerate, his eyes opened wide as did his mouth as he took a deep intake of air and then held his breath, his body shuddered and convulsed as I continued, my hand picked up pace as I looked at the expression on his face.

I knew I was not even close but could see Trent was going to spunk his load at any moment. He was unable to control it, the shallow panting, the shaking, and the stuttering as he pleaded me not to stop. "I am going to cum" he cried several times, his words broken as he pleaded and begged. I was only happy to oblige as I continued to speed up the strokes, keen to milk him and witness his eruption. I was not disappointed by the gush of thick white spunk that come shooting out with force, spraying up over my hairy chest and stomach as I continued to rub our cocks together. His groans were loud as further amounts were pumped out causing his whole body to quiver. My motion slowed and my grip loosened until I let go completely, tempted to lick my hand free of his fresh salty load but then not doing so as I just looked at the glow upon his face. Then he did something I had not envisaged, he dropped to his knees and took my length eagerly in my mouth. Within just a few moments I felt him coaxing my seed with his enthusiastic suction, I warned him I was getting close. My warning only seemed to encourage him as his mouth moved faster up and down my rigid shaft until my own load spewed out deep into his gullet.

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