Kyle, Dad and Me

Dad, Kyle and I made it back home and Kyle asked Dad if he would help him out for the afternoon. I thought WTF. . . wasn’t it supposed to be me and Kyle? In any event, Kyle asked if I would join too and of course I said yes along with Dad. Dad and I went home to change into some short as it was still pretty warm. I decided to free ball it and see if that would interest Kyle in any way. Dad came into my room as I was about to change into the shorts and he could see my ass cheeks cupped with the jock strap. He let out a bit of a hoot and said “Wow, those squats are really working for you!” I wiggled my ass a bit and turned towards him to say, “I’m a product of you Dad,” which he sort of chortled at.

We went over to Kyle’s and indeed he did have some work for us to do. We started to haul out his wife’s clothing into the back of his truck. He asked me to pull together all of her lotions and soaps in the bathroom and in the chest of drawers, go through and manage her unmentionables. I could see why Kyle wanted our help. It took about 45 minutes to load all the crap from the bathroom and from her dresser. It sort of made me wonder what it would be like to have lost someone like that and in such a dramatic way. After loading everything up in the truck, he asked if I wanted to tag along to the local transition shelter and give the stuff away. Dad made some excuse to leave us and so I said sure. Kyle said “I’d sure appreciate the company” and that’s all it took.

As we were driving over, he asked about how things were at school and what I’d be studying. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t transfixed by the bulge in his board shorts and so I kept kind of losing the train of conversation. A few times, he looked over and me and kind of gave me a “duh, what’s up? You seem totally spaced.” If he only knew. I had to say that I was surprised when he asked about my phone and said that he was hoping to get one but that they were very foreign to him. He said that he might need some help with dating apps and such and taking pics cause well, “I looked around on your phone but well, I might have fucked it up somehow.” I laughed and said “Dude, I’d be totally happy to help you with dating apps,” and asked him if he knew he took a pic on my phone. The temperature in the truck plummeted at that moment and he said “OMG, did I really take a pic, and was it of my body?” I responded “Kyle, I think I need to give you a few lessons on your new phone when you get it cause it was kind of a racy pic.” Kyle asked if I kept it, and I said “Of course I did. Who knows, I might need to use it for blackmail,” and Kyle and I both laughed a bit.

After dropping the stuff off, which was about 20 minutes away, we started driving back and he asked “Did I really take a compromising photo?” to which I responded “Yes, and maybe later, I can show you.” Kyle nodded and then as he drove, I could tell he was getting a bit boned. He started casually rubbing his hand across his zipper and I could tell it was having an effect.

“Kyle, can I ask you something personal? “ to which he responded “you can ask me anything. I feel like I’m a second Dad to you after seeing you grow up.”

“I am wondering at breakfast today, you were rubbing along my leg and pushing into it with your leg, and I must say it had quite the effect on me. I think I would like to try touching a guy’s dick sometime and well, as you were touching me, it got me thinking that maybe you might be willing to let me try something.” Kyle inhaled deeply and looked over as we were pulling into his driveway, “I think we better go inside and have a drink and finish the conversation at home.”

My dick started to do somersaults in my shorts and I was glad for the extra support of the jock strap. We went inside, me following him, and when he turned to lock the door, I bumped into him and our dicks touched through the shorts. I don’t know what happened but it was like an electric charge went off. The door clicked and leaned forward to smell my neck. My goosebumps went on high alert as we inhaled my scent. I could almost taste him but he pulled back and said “Son, I’m more than old enough to be your Dad. Why would you want an old fart like me to be one of your first - I’m assuming you haven’t done anything with anyone yet?”

I looked up and said “Kyle, I have a confession. I saw you and my Dad in the bathroom cause my phone has an app that allows me to see things from my screen and I saw you showering.” Kyle went red and said “You saw me and your Dad together. How does that make you feel about your Dad and me?” I was stunned. “I only saw you two taking a leak. What else were you doing?”

Kyle grumped, “Ah nothing. I was just messing with you.” But I now figure out that Kyle and Dad must be doing more than just watching TV when they were together. At this point, my dick couldn’t be constrained anymore and I pulled down my shorts and said “Kyle, Dad, whatever I want to call you, I am so fucking horny, I want you to take me and be my first.”

Kyle leaned down, cupped my cock with his massive blue collar hands and gently kissed me. I leaned back as we played tonsil hockey and he fondled my dick. I could tell that he was horned because when I reached down, I felt his manhood grow inside his shorts and his cock wanted to be free too. “I have wanted you for a long time son but never did anything out of respect for you and your Dad but man, this is so much more intense than I ever imagined.” And then he stood a little higher and gently let the spit dribble from his tongue and I tasted his spit.

Fuck, I was about to blow as he milked my dick and just when I couldn’t take anymore, he leaned down, put his mouth around my dick and I shot like Mt. St Helen and shot white creamy man juice in his waiting mouth. Four shots and he caught every one. He stood up and we kissed and I tasted him and me in his mouth.

Wow, what an afternoon.