My College Buddy's 18 year-old Son

MY COLLEGE BUDDY’S SON - 3

By Mighty Mouth

            To recap the first two episodes: 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. Naturally I agreed, even though I have only a double bed. A six foot handsome guy arrived at my apartment, and I got to suck his cock in bed the very first night. And he has a big one. His dad had secured a job for him as a supervisor-in-training at KFC, where he started on his second day after he arrived at my pad. He’s such a great kid, and he’s so intelligent, that we bonded very quickly.

            And now to continue the narrative. For his second breakfast since his arrival, I served cream cheese on toasted bagels, which is one of my favorites. I decided that I would follow my breakfast routine with him, unless he didn’t like something that I fixed. After some chit-chat, we both left for our respective jobs.

            Our lives quickly fell into a pattern. I was surprised to see how comfortable an 18 year old can be with a 40 year old. Age didn’t seem to matter to him. Richard began to talk about a guy named Rob, who worked behind the serving counter at KFC. He explained that they had similar interests and that Rob would be starting college as well come September. Meanwhile I was enjoying the nightly blow job I was giving him.  And he was too. He wanted it every day.

            I made him some of my favorite dishes for dinner, although I usually ate nothing, or sipped champagne with potato chips. He loved my chili, and I some time served a mean cheese burger with barbeque sauce. Or he brought free Kentucky fried chicken home.

            After about two weeks of this routine, he explained one morning at breakfast over ham and Dutch Maasdam cheese on a croissant, that he was going to stop off after work with Rob at McDonald’s, and that I didn’t have to fix anything for him. He asked if they could eat at my apartment, and that he wanted me to meet Rob. I told him that naturally it was OK, as this was his home too.

            At about 5:15 they rolled up and parked in front of my building. We have a parking lot behind the building, but there is space for only one car per apartment. However, my neighborhood is safe, and I told Richard not to worry about his car parked on the street.

            I came in off the terrace to greet the boys. Richard said, “Rob, this is my Uncle Bobby. He’s a great guy.” I got a thrill out of his lie. What a sly bastard he is. They proceeded to eat their burgers, and drink Cokes, meanwhile chatting with me. I could see why Richard took to Rob. They were almost carbon copies of one another. About the same height and build, and Rob was a handsome lad too. Actually Richard did most of the talking, mostly about life at KFC, as Rob seemed to be a bit on the shy side.

            After they had gobbled down their feast, Richard said that they were going to watch some TV if it was OK. I told him certainly, and I retreated to the terrace for a cigar and brandy, although it was pretty stinking hot outside.

            After about fifteen minutes, Richard came out and asked if it was OK to watch some porno on pay-per-view, offering to pay for it. “Be my guest,” I replied. “Do anything you want.” Ten minutes later I went back in to get a brandy refill and both boys were stripped down to their waists. I guess they were hot in more ways than one. Rob had a beautiful torso, obviously from frequent work-outs.

            The Richard surprised me, even shocking me by asking, “Uncle is it OK if I take out my cock and jerk off?” as he winked slyly at me, which Rob didn’t see. I could see that Rob was feeling uncomfortable with the situation.

            I quickly understood that Richard is a game player, just like I am, and I wanted to see what he had up his sleeve. So I went along with him to see how the game would unfold. I said, “What a bad boy you are. I’m gonna tell your Dad.”

            Richard went along with the charade. “Oh please don’t do that,” as he took out his hard dick and began to jerk off. Rob grew even more uncomfortable. Then Richard said, “Uncle, come over and check out this small spot on my cock. Do you think it’s anything serious?

            I went up to him, but could see no small spot. “Well, take a closer look, get down on your knees, and maybe you will see it. Loving the game, I did just that, with my mouth hovering over his prick. When I was about an inch above his dick, he grabbed my head and pushed it down to the hairs.

            “What the fuck?” Rob yelled.  “You didn’t warn me about this!”  Knowing that thrilled me.  “What a conniver this little bastard is,” I thought. “He wants me to give Rob a blow job, and he wants to watch.” I could see that Rob was mesmerized, watching the action on Richard’s dick.

            After a minute Richard said, “Rob, my uncle is a fabulous cocksucker. Why don’t you let him show you his talents.”

            Rob answered, “Hell, I wasn’t expecting anything like this. I don’t know.”

            Then Richard surprised both of us by saying, “Uncle, crawl over to Rob on your hands and knees and feel his dick. I’m sure it’s hard.” I was in heaven with Richard’s dominance. A new side of him appeared every hour.

            So like a good submissive cocksucker, I crawled over to Rob and put my hand on his crotch.  Surprisingly, he didn’t try to remove my hand, but let me fondle his hard prick. Then I slowly began undoing the buttons on his Levis, and then pulled his pants and shorts down to the floor. Out popped a cock about the same size as Richard’s, which I promptly swallowed down my throat.

            “Holy shit,” Rob yelled. “This is fantastic!”

            “Of course,” Richard explained. “He takes his teeth out to suck cock.”

            Rob came quickly, as my victims always do with my technique. Richard told Rob, “I’m gonna wait till later to get mine in a more comfortable situation.”

            I thanked Rob for the privilege and told him that he was welcome in my apartment at any time. He seemed to like the idea. He then said, “I gotta go. My parents like me to hang around the house.”

Dear Reader: To be continued or not to be continued?  I have perhaps two more episodes in mind, and then my creative juices will have dried up. Send me you opinion at - [email protected]

Thanks. Mighty Mouth