My College Buddy's 18 year-old Son

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My name is Bobby. My best college buddy phoned me to ask if his 18 year old son Richard could stay with me for a few days. It turned into a few months.

To continue the story: A few nights after Richard sucked my dick for the first time and admitted that he was gay, he announced, "I've set it up with that guy from the gym I told you about. When is it convenient for you?"

A"You know that I do nothing at night but smoke a cigar, drink brandy, and muse on my terrace. Any night is OK. And what’s he like?”

“Well, he lifts weights just like me and is muscular. I don’t know whether he is gay or not, but we’ll find out. How about tomorrow at 7 p.m.?”

“That’s fine by me,” I answered.

So the next day promptly at 7, Richard appeared with his friend. He introduced him as Kevin and said I was his uncle, a liberal guy who is willing to touch on any subject. “Humm, quite a looker,” I thought to myself. I wondered how Richard would introduce the subject. Richard offered Kevin a whiskey, which he accepted.

After some chit-chat, Richard asked Kevin, “Do you know that obvious faggot who is always smelling around in the weight room?”

“Of course,” Kevin replied. “He’s so queer, and doesn’t care who knows it. He tries to put the make on everybody.”

“He’s also nuts,” I added. “He says crazy things like 'I never suck off a guy with dirty fingernails.'” Or when someone asked him how he breathes with a cock down his throat, “I breathe through my shit chute,” he answered sassily. He calls himself Aida Brown [translation: I suck and take it up the ass]. Once he said to me, “That guy has a big dick but no brains.”

I replied, “You’re not gonna suck his brains!” One day he exclaimed to me that “I’m exhausted. I was pressing sheets all morning.”

“You must have had lots of sheets,” I told him.

“No I was getting screwed on the bed,” he answered proudly.

“Once he said, “I used to suck on a gin bottle. But I found something more satisfying to suck.”

Richard asked Kevin, “Would you let that faggot give you a blow job?”

“Hell no, not even if he was the last person left to do it.”

“But you do like blowjobs, don’t you?” Richard queried.

“Who doesn’t?” Kevin answered. “But it has to be the right person.”

“What if I told you that my Uncle Bobby is a great cocksucker? He sucks me off almost every day.”

Astonished, Kevin remarked, “Wow, that’s a surprise. He doesn’t look the type.”

“Wanna watch him blow me?" Richard asked.

“Hey, whatever turns you on,” Kevin answered.

That was my cue to get up from my chair and walk over to Richard’s, promptly taking out Richard’s cock and going to town, while Kevin watched, keenly interested. After a minute or so, Richard asked Kevin, “Do you want him to try that on you?” Kevin didn’t reply, but nodded his head yes.

Like a trained puppy, I went to Kevin’s chair, and took out his dick.

“Wow, you’ve got a big one,” I said gleefully, promptly swallowing Kevin’s hardening cock.

Then the plot thickened. Richard went over to Kevin’s chair, knelt down, and took Bobby’s mouth off Kevin’s knob, promptly sucking Kevin. Kevin was dumbfounded.

‘You really surprised me,” Kevin mumbled to Robert.

Richard and I started alternating. Luckily, Richard caught Kevin’s load.

After we got tidied up, Richard asked Kevin. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Sure did,” was the reply.

“You are welcome to do a repeat any time,” Richard assured him.

“Thanks. I’ll take you up on that,” Kevin enthused.

Kevin started visiting on alternating days. Some days Robert would blow him, other days it was my turn. Sometimes Richard and I alternated. Kevin never reciprocated, so we couldn’t be sure whether he was gay or straight. But one day I boldly asked him if he had a girl friend.

He replied, “Not yet.” Then we knew.