Upstairs in Mom's Bedroom

“Where’s Mom?” I asked Rodney. He was standing there under the glowing stars in the backyard waiting for the charcoal grill to cool down.

“Off on a weed run with your aunt.” Rodney answered with his white apron caked in barbecues sauce and grease.

“Okay, Pops,” I mocked and scurried back into the house with a smile on my face making my way to my mom’s bedroom up on the second floor.

Rodney wasn’t my pops and the woman he referred to as my aunt was of no such relation to me either. A few years ago, I found out by accident that my mom was a lesbian and my beloved “auntie” was nothing more than her longtime on again off again girlfriend of the past decade.

Rodney was their best friend and the only shot of testosterone they kept around the house in order to keep me on the straight and narrow since Dear Old Dad was nowhere to be found. Some days, growing up, I wished Rodney would have taken the same cue. He and I never got along so well. He wanted so badly to be my dad that he fooled himself to thinking he actually was! Demanding to see my report card and reprimanding me when he thought I got out of line–and mom letting him! Rodney had three sons of his own he could’ve pestered, but his ex-wife made it nearly impossible for him to be an influence in their lives. I guess he thought I should’ve picked up the slack.

The day of the cookout, though, I was cursing him and his bitch of an ex out under my breath. Rodney was getting on my last fucking nerves! Every time I started to enjoy myself with my friends, he was calling me over to help him do something. Flip the meat, Gregory. Change the trash bags out, Gregory. Fetch me a cold one out the fridge, Gregory. Run to the store and get me another bag of ice from the cooler, Gregory. Get my boy an astray from his cigar, Gregory. Be hospitable, Gregory boy. Damn Rodney, can’t you do some shit your goddamn self?!

On top of that, this wannabe bastard kept on getting in my way. Every time I thought I was getting somewhere with this girl I liked, he kept on cock-blocking. I was about this close to knocking the shit out of him when he took the liberty of further embarrassing me by telling the girl I was into that I was still into cartoons and superhero comic books. I swore all hope was lost, and I was getting ready to blow my top when Sydney said she found my mannish temper quite sexy. The way my nostrils flared and my eyebrows furrowed. Soon after, she pulled me into the walk-in pantry with her and walked off with my virginity hours into my eighteenth birthday.

I thought by having sex I had finally mastered my insatiable cock. That beating off two and three times a day was just a thing of the past. But just minutes after losing it in the pantry I was stuck with more pent-up ball juice than when I first stepped inside the food cupboard that day. I was left still needing to flog the hog. Good thing I hadn’t tossed out my porn stash! Even better, with mom out of the house she was sure to be gone for the rest of the night. Mom and her weed man always got caught up in their spades competition that I was sure was going to last until the morning. With Mom out with my aunt, that left her bedroom free and clear, with the only place in the house where premium cable channels were permitted.

I was stretched out on her bed on top of some sheets of newspaper when I lucked up on some soft-core porn playing between my bare feet. Just the sight of some huge knockers bouncing up and down was enough for me to close my eyes and let my hand ride my shaft. Sydney, I thought stroking steadily. I had built up a nice momentum, enough to lose my load, when my nose suddenly filled with smoke and barbecue sauce.

“Please, don’t stop on my account.” Rodney sheepishly grinned. His tall dark chocolate frame leaning inside the doorway with his big burly arms folded up.

I wanted to go run and hide if nothing more than to roll off the bed and cover up my privates. I couldn’t. I was paralyzed. Oh shit! Then out of nowhere I let out this incredible sigh of defeat. Accepting that if I was never going to be found out about getting some tail that, at the very least, I could man up and get chewed out for this.

I waited and waited for the longest second of my life for the verbal tongue-lashing of all time, and then nothing.

Rodney licked his lips. It wasn’t what he did but the way he did it that made me feel totally uncomfortable, like I was more exposed than ever before.

“What the fuck are you doing up here?” I finally snapped, pulling the newspaper and comforter over my crotch.

The big chunky man laughed molesting the rim of his weathered baseball cap. “I was coming up here to check on you before I headed out. But I see you’re good.”

“You’ve checked on me! I’m fine. Now get the fuck out!” I hurled.

I started to feel the anger boil inside me. I had closed the door and locked it before I stretched out on the bed and here he was. He must’ve picked the lock or something to barge in. He had no business doing that. Not even to check in on me!

“Calm down, Gregory boy. Damn.”

“Calm down. Don’t you see I’m doing something here?”

“That’s obvious.” Rodney smirked devilishly.

My anger quickly left my body and ran under the bed. This hulking man with his broad goatee and no moustache looked far more intimidating coming up on me stretched out on the bed than he ever did standing on my own two feet.

“Easy, kid, I’m not here to hurt you.” Rodney took a seat at the edge of the bed. “You’re acting like you’re the first guy to ever get caught with your willie out!”

I was stunned. Honestly, I never really gave much thought to other men doing the same thing. Though, it wasn’t hard for me to get that porn had the same effect on me as it did any other man.

“Wh—what?” I stammered.

“Don’t act so surprised, pal. I walked in on my big brother when I was younger and my younger brother walked in on me with a nudie magazine. I bet you got some in your room right now. That’s why I’m here, man! Guys need stuff like this to talk about with other guys.”

“I don’t want to talk about this, Rodney. I just want to finish up.”

“Fair enough,” Rodney said slowly pulling the comforter away from me. “Mind if I join you?”

“Huh?”

“A houseful of dykes doesn’t leave much room for a pussy hound like me to make any moves.”

I thought he was waiting for an answer. Obviously, he let me know pretty quickly that while it might have sounded like a question, he was making a statement stripping off his shirt and motioning me to scoot further into the bed so he could join me.

“You look good.” Rodney popped his neck onto the pillow.

“Huh?”

I was mildly frozen. Here was this huge man lying next to me that had me so stiff that I had to remind myself to breathe, especially with his body heat and sweaty musk being carried by the slow-moving current in the room.

“You look good. Lucky, I mean. I was probably 21 or 22 before I got nearly as thick as you are now.” Rodney pointed at my bobbing erection.

I swallowed hard when I came back to. I tried not to look over there at his movements, but I couldn’t resist. Rodney undid his belt and the button of his pants, lifted up to push them under his big meaty butt to expose his holey drawers. “See.” Rodney cocked his head and beamed as I was hit with the stronger smell of his scent before seeing him fish out his king snake through the hole.

“Shit!” I hissed in fear. “My god!”

It was so big it didn’t even look real. He was so fucking huge! It was big and juicy thick like he was, as it shot straight up out of his lap like a big black ear of corn.

“I don’t think I came out too bad in the end, though.” Rodney said calmly to reaction. “But if I can give you some advice though, guy to guy, I’d caution you about dry stroking your meat.”

“Huh?”

“You need to use some grease so you don’t wear off your nerve endings.”

“Oh,” I said, forgetting about the tube of masturbation cream I had stolen from my buddy’s house a few weeks earlier, my very reason for putting down the paper.

“You got some?” Rodney asked, swinging his legs out the bed. “If you don’t then I know Rhonda got something we can use somewhere.”

Rodney disappeared out of the bedroom and into mom’s bathroom and came back with a blue and green labeled jar. “This’ll do.” Rodney told me to get rid of the newspaper on the bed, and that we’ll throw everything in the wash after we were done.

“What if Mom comes back over in the night?” I asked with concern.

Rodney chuckled. “She’s not about to leave her weed supplier without whipping his ass in cards all night. She’ll want him to feel the sting of her victory for days to come!”

I laughed at that, doing what he instructed me to do about the paper in the meantime. I was back in the bed in no time. Rodney came out of his drawers on his way back to bed with the jar, but he saved peeling off his undershirt until after he was in the bed next to me. He had a bit of a belly, but it was still firm and tight like the rest of him. I don’t think he caught me looking, even though it was hard for me to take my eyes off those spiky dark nipples of his. He was too busy scooping the stuff out of the jar and smearing it on his big cock and handed me the jar to do the same.

“How was the girl?” Rodney asked after a long while. We were deep into another soft-core flick stroking off, me with one hand and him with two.

“Sydney? She was okay, I guess.”

“I mean, how was she?” Rodney started stroking his meat even harder to where it popped when his double-fist reached the top and popped again when his double-fist reached the bottom. I wasn’t sure how to respond. “Oh, c’mon, Gregory boy, I know about the two of you hooking up in the pantry.”

“How did you—

“A bunch of lesbos is going to notice when a pretty girl sneaks off with a guy, c’mon, now, son.”

I didn’t think about that.

“It was good.” I confessed.

“But,” he reached into my thoughts.

I hesitated. “I thought she might’ve cured my hard-on for awhile, like I wouldn’t need to beat off so much. Now my shit feels heavier than it did before, like I’m carrying grapefruits down there!”

Rodney reached over and brushed his fingers against my balls.

“It’s the same as usual.” Rodney snickered, pulling his fingers away.

I wasn’t sure of my reaction. Never once in a millions years I wanted another man to touch me down there, I liked girls, but I liked the touch and the raw electricity that came with it.

“Getting pussy is about marking your territory. Giving yourself a hand job is about busting a nut. That’ll never go away.” His hand started to slow down its stride. “Shit, the older you get the more it becomes a necessity unless….” Rodney trailed off.

“Unless what?” I asked out of curiosity, finally comfortable with his cock next to mine.

“You have a buddy to help you out from time to time.”

“But I’m not gay, man.”

“Who said anything about being gay, Gregory? Girls aren’t always going to be in the mood to want to put out. Most got this thing called ‘playing hard to get’, so you’re left out in a lurch if they decide to play this game with you. So sometimes us guys have to give each other a helping hand.”

I don’t know when he did it, but when I looked down I saw his hand wrapped firmly around my dick. Rodney stroked it torturously slow and mixed in a few quick pumps before resuming back to normal. He did this ever so tenderly too that I felt like I was so close to exploding but I couldn’t.

“Relax, Gregory,” Rodney leaned into my face and rolled his warm breath over it. “Don’t worry, I got you. I’ll help you out this time.”

Rodney pulled my dick with a few more tugs and began to crawl between my legs working his tongue down from just under the center of my chest down to my cock where he licked and sucked my hard-on into his mouth.

“Rodney,” I heaved the power of suction alone was almost enough to bring me to orgasm.

Rodney moaned around my cock with his goatee tickling the wiry hairs of my balls.

“Oh shit, Daddy,” I cursed loudly.

This little slip up forced him to let out a muffled snicker around my cock. It also gave him the encouragement he needed to bob his big chocolate head even harder on my cock. His mouth so wet and wild it felt like my dick was being battered by the direct jet of a hot tub.

“Oh damn, Rodney! Damn!”

Rodney was sucking me off, stroking my balls with his thick meaty fingers slipping down my ball sac and stirred around the bottom of my slightly haired crack.

I tried pushing his fingers away, but he pushed my hand away instead of doing what he intended to do. I mumbled and groaned as his hand pumped me and slurped me whole.

The sensation was so intense it was deep. It was so deep that I almost got lost in it. I didn’t want to give into the feeling, but I did. I never thought about letting a guy suck me off. I wasn’t gay. But damn if it didn’t feel incredible!

I gasped uncontrollably when I felt his fingers dance around the sweaty wetness of my hole. I nearly screamed when it finally entered me. The next thing I know I’m so wet and his finger so slick back there that he was fucking me with it, and I was using my hole to fuck it back.

“Oh god,” I tossed my head deeper into the pillow beneath me.

Rodney added a second finger. I couldn’t do anything else but buck in place and squirm underneath him. It hurt like hell but it started to feel really really good at the same time. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was anything like the way I made Sydney feel earlier.

My body stiffened. His hand had gone from merely pumping my sopping wet cock into his mouth into overdrive with his fingers going deeper than I could have imagined. Rodney was stretching me out. I felt like a total slut. Mad, angry for a second that he hadn’t bothered to plug that huge cock of his in my hole instead.

I cursed one last time. “Oh no…shit!”

I exhaled again. I felt my dick grow double in size about to explode through the skin, and I started to unload this powerful wad that shot out of me like a deluge through his pouty lips back onto me in this sea of white frothy cream that saturated my dick all the way down through my crack.

I thought I let go of everything I had in that one lone shot, only to discover it was just the beginning! I kept coming and coming like I never came before as he kept on pushing his finger against this spot inside of me that was contracting so tight it was draining me dry.

I was too winded to scream, too speechless to speak. The best I could do there was stutter and mumble waiting for those hard cum wads to cease shooting out of my cock.

I collapsed in the bed. As I caught my breath, the stuff Rodney couldn’t keep in his mouth he was steadily lapping up with his tongue, slowly cleaning me up the best he could, and what he couldn’t keep in his mouth he easily scooped up with his fingers and shoved it back on in there.

When he had enough, Rodney let me enjoy the sight of the creamy white mess collected in my pubes and the feel of it racing down to my hole. Rodney gave his final lick to the tip of my cock and moved up on the bed next to me. Rodney wanted to lean in and kiss me with that mouth, but I quickly pulled away. Rodney was both disgusting and hot with that filthy mouth of his.

“It’s nothing more than you on me.” Rodney summed up.

I gave in, tasting my bubbly load off his face and tongue. 

It didn’t taste too bad, I laughed inside my head.

I stuck my tongue out and licked the inside of his mouth.

“Still feel like grapefruits?” Rodney lightly brushed my soggy balls with the curl of his thick fingers.

I shook my head. “Not even close to a fucking pea!”

I kissed him again.

“Good.” Rodney intensely looked at me.

“What? Your balls feel like grapefruits, too?”

“Nah,” Rodney said. “More like coconuts. Big fat coconuts overstuffed with coconut milk!”

“How can I help milk them?”

With his finger back at my hole, Rodney beamed, licking his lips, “I thought you’d never ask!”