Meeting a man in the closet

I woke up Saturday morning so excited to have the opportunity to meet up with Victor. He had expressed that nothing was going to happen at the school house. In 1972 a teenage boy wanting to suck the custodians cock might have been too much for any of us to understand, however, I knew just that….this man’s cock would use my mouth, ass, hands, etc….

I got out of bed, went down stairs in my white fruit of the looms briefs and made my dad breakfast. Eggs, toast, bacon and strong, black JFG coffee. When my dad came into the kitchen his gorgeous cock just swinging from side to side…I just grinned to myself Knowing I was about to have another man’s pecker today and while I loved my dad and servicing his dick was always nice….I’d never been with another man ever …..

I told my dad I was going to ride my bike into town and go to the public library to return a book and get a few other books for my research paper. My dad looked disappointed…he knew after Saturday morning chores were done we usually drove into town and did some shopping and stopped at the Dairy Queen and get an ice cream together. I promised him we could go next week. Ever since my mom passed away my dad has pampered me and the love I feel for him goes way beyond just a typical father and son relationship. However, I think the sex has made it even better.

As I started cleaning up the kitchen my dad got up to refill his coffee and I stopped immediately and poured his coffee. I love waiting on my dad. As I poured his coffee I looked at him and told him I would bring it to him on the back porch. Dad went out to the screened in porch and sat in his rocker. When I stepped onto the porch my dad was slowly tugging at his big balls. I knew immediately he wanted my assistance. I got a pillow on the porch swing and placed it between his feet. I slipped off my under and was completely naked in front of him. I rested my nuts on top of his size twelve feet and loved that feeling of how my balls felt on top of his sexy feet. As my dad enjoyed his coffee I started kicking under his balls. He had trained me not to just immediately put his cock in my mouth. He loved looking down at meet and watching my tongue bathe his big balls. As I was kissing each individual ball he started nudging my balls and his toe rubbing towards my pink hole. As I continued licking his balls I noticed him leaking precum. My dad tasted so good. He ate apples everyday and his cum had the best taste ….As I licked his cockhead he was leaning his hand back totally enjoying the morning blowjob. His foot continued to rub my balls and cock. As I sucked him deeper he tighter his feet around my pecker and it didn’t take long for me to cum all over his size twelves. With my cum on his feet he rubbed his feet past my nuts and I could feel my own creamy cum against my ass. I knew immediately he was going to use my cum to lube my hole for his thick cock. Sure enough my dad stood up and placed me on the porch swing. My chest resting in the swing and he rocked his cock into my pink, hungry hole. With one fluid movement my dad sunk his fat 8inch cock deep in my ass. He stood still and I rocked in the porch swing and fucked myself on my dads meat. As he got thicker in me I knew he was ready to cum. I tightened my ass muscles and locked on to his meat. He loved it when I would squeeze the cum out of him. He shot his morning load in my ass. We stayed in that position for a few minutes and I could feel his warm jizz deep in me. When he finally pulled out he told me, ok sport….sit on my face. My dad got on the porch floor and I squatted on his bearded face and he ate his cum out of my hole. His tongue is so skilled. I had never ever felt anything as amazing as his tongue deep in my hole. My pops and I had been having man sex for about two years now….ever since my mom passed. He was so attentive to me…nonetheless, I still wanted to see what sex with Victor would be like.

After a quick shower together and my dad always used a bulb syringe to clean me out when we showered we finished up getting cleaned. After I got dressed I grabbed my library books and rode my bike to town. Once I arrived at the library I returned my books and checked out a copy of To Kill A Mockingbird. I asked the librarian if I could use the phone. I took out the folder paper with Victor’s number on it. I called his number and he picked up within just a couple of rings. I told him I was at the library. He told me to ride my bike to the Western Auto in town and meet me around back of the store. I rode my bike to the store and Victor was leaning up against his truck smoking a cigarette. As I rolled closer to him I noticed he was wearing jeans. I had always seen him at school in coveralls. Fuck, his cock was thick and rested to the right side of his jeans. In fact, the jeans looked like the had a definite worn spot as to where his junk fit snug in the same spot. He was wearing a Moon Pie t shirt which I thought was funny, odd and yet sexy. Damn, I wanted to kiss him….he approached me and said, remember kid…we are in public. He picked up my bike and placed it in the bed of his black Ford pick up truck. I climbed in the cab and we started towards the outskirts of town. We went towards the high school where I’ll attend next year and he told me he might get a transfer to that school in a couple of years. His brother in law is the principal at the school. I said I knew Mr. Morton….he’s a friend of my dad’s. As we drove a couple of blocked we pulled in behind a cabinet shop and he said he lived upstairs in the garage apartment. As went climbed the steps I couldn’t help but notice his beautiful ass in those jeans. As we entered his apartment it was one big open room. A kitchenette unit on one side and an open shower stall and toilet on the opposite side. He told me since it was just him he liked it like that. He went to the fridge and got me an RC Cola and he opened a PBR. He took a long swig and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I walked towards him and knelt down in front of him. I started rubbing my face in his crotch. He didn’t say a word. I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and reached in and took out his fat cock. He looked down at me and said in a low voice, “go ahead…I know you need this.” As I’ve stated before my dads cock is the only cock I’ve touched other than my own. Victor stood there and just let me have at it. I nuzzled along each side…licked under just the head and worshipped his dick. He was thicker than my dads and wasn’t fully hard yet…seemed liked a thick hose when the water had been turned off but still had flexibility….god it tasted amazing. The sponge texture as it continued to grown in my mouth. He stepped against the fridge and leaned back and enjoyed my mouth working him. I was in heaven. It was a good comparison to my dad’s dick. His uncut head was completely different. I darted my tongue under the skin and cleaned under his hood. He pulled me up to his chest and kissed me rough…not tender like my daddy does. He nibbled on my tongue and said…”.where did you learn to be such a good cock sucker for just a kid? “. I just grinned. I wanted to say my dad…but that can come later. Victor stepped back….started undressing me. I put my hands to my shirt hem and he playfully swatted them away. He looked me in the eye and said, let me undress you….fuck, his forceful tone and response was nothing I’d ever experienced before now. As I stepped out of my high top Converse tennis shoes I picked up my shoe and stuck his cock in my shoe. Fuckkkkk….Once I was completely undressed he leaned me over the edge of his couch and sniffed my ass. He groaned as he rubbed his chin over my hole. He said in a shallow voice…damn kid, you smell so good…I guess my dad got me nice and clean this morning with the Ivory soap when we were in the shower. My dad rimmed me often but goodness, Victor lapped at my hole down to my sack. I was loving his mouth on me. I was squeezing my ass tight but he dove in deeper. I was leaking precum and wanted to touch my cock….he had other plans. I swear he must have eaten my ass for at least thirty minutes. I kept saying, sir, please fuck me. He just chuckled and said….I was ready for that yet. My dad never refused me. As I was bent over Victor went to the fridge. He came back with a stick of butter and he started packing my ass with butter…then he’d eat me out. Eventually he had me rub butter on his cock and he sat on the edge of the bed. I sat down on his thick cock and took all of him in one motion. He grabbed the sides of my hips and fucked my body up and down on his cock. I swear without about 5 hard thrust my cock exploded ….I shot my load without even touching myself. He literally fucked the cum out of me, I felt back on his hairy chest and it felt so warm, secure and yet reassuring. This man was fucking me…not in a loving way like my dad does….he had to use me….and hard. Within a few minutes he pulled my body off his pole and stood over me and shot his cum all over my teenage chest. My neck and nipples were covered in his cum. He proceeded to lean over me and lick his cum off me, he kissed me hard…in a beast like aggressive manner. God I loved it. We climbed up on the bed. He lite a Salem cigarette and we passed the cigarette back and forth. We took a shower…after we got dressed we went downstairs to the cabinet shop. He showed me various projects he was working on. We went back upstairs. Got undressed….he sucked my nuts….tugged, pulled and damn it hurt but in a good way. He took a leather shoelace out of a drawer and tied off my balls like a cockring. I’d never ever felt anything like that before but the pressure was good. He took the tip of the shoelace and inserted it into the piss slit of my cockhead. That was an amazing sensation…it hurt a little but Victor took charge and he knew what he was doing. Eventually, all good things come to an end. After a couple of hours it was time to leave. He drove me closer to my end of town. Got out and took my bike out of the bed of his truck. I wanted to kiss him, just anything. He told me Monday at school to not come to his janitors closet, I asked him if he was ashamed of me or mad at me….he kissed my forehead and said silly kid…I’m telling you this to protect both of us. As I got on my bike he reached into his pocket. He pulled out the leather shoelace and wrapped it around my wrist. Damn….that was enough.

That night my dad fixed fish sticks and French fries in the oven. As we were eating he asked about my dad. I looked at my wrist and studied the leather lace and without missing a best I said dad…all in all it was just fantastic. He winked and said…I’m glad….all I want is for my boy to be happy!