Mission Impossible

When I was a teenager I was very curious about a long time family friend named Ron. This man had always been like an uncle to me. Background details. My parents were in their forties when I was born. I have three older sisters who were either married or working in another city when I was a teenager. My parents were older and were not in the best of health so I had a lot of free time on my hands. I participated in sports after school, always did my homework and even helped around the house.

That summer I started hanging out at our local drug store. The pharmacist and owner was a great guy and my parents had know him for ages. I grew up around the guy and was naturally drawn to him. Ron was single, worked long hours and honestly the drug store was his life. Each day I’d stop by....sometimes bringing him a Tupperware container of food my mom had fixed. Eventually one day I asked Ron if I could work for him. I had swept the floor, filled up the vending machine for sodas. It was an old fashion kind where you opened the long skinny door and pulled out the glass bottle of coke, sprite, etc....

The more I was at the drug store the more I became curious about our family friend. He liked to put peanuts in his coke bottle and take a swig of soda and eat peanuts. I noticed how he would sit in his office chair and rest the soda bottle between his legs at his crotch. For some reason this turned me on. In addition, I noticed in the employees bathroom he had playboy and hustler magazines in a box and a plastic container where he kept K-Y gel.

I wasn‘t sure what he used it for so one day I asked him. He looked at me, grinned and asked me, “don't you jack off?” I answered yes. He asked me if I used Vaseline or spit. I told him Vaseline when I was in the bathroom at home.

This lead to him walking me into the bathroom and squirting a small drop of KY on my finger tips. It felt amazing. I made up my mind that I was going to be bolder and ask more questions. Late one evening I was vacuuming his Office and got down on my knees and plugged up the sweeper. He stood in the doorway and asked why I was on my knees? He walked over towards me and his crotch was eye level to me. I froze. He held out his arms and put them under my armpits and almost picked me up. That’s Was the first time I’d ever been so interested, intrigued and just a mix of emotions. At that point I decided it’s now or never.

I asked him if he ever had dreams? He grinned and wanted to know what kind. We chatted some more and I finally told him I had been dreaming about him. it was close to closing and he went to the front of the store and flipped the close sign, pulled the doors closed, locked them and gave me a look like....are you staying or are you going home. I told him I didn’t want to go home and wanted to talk some more.

He told me to call home and tell my parents I was going to help him stock shelves and mop. Of course that was fine with them. Once I got off the phone he walked up so close to me and took my chin in his hand. At that point he held me close and whispered in my ear telling me, “I’ve been watching how you keep looking at my cock.”

I didn’t say a word. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. God he was so hard. We went into his office. He put the cushions from the couch and chair on the floor and told me to undress. I was down to just my white fruit of the loom briefs. He knelt down in front of me and pulled my underwear down and I put my hands on his broad shoulders to steady me. He looked up at me, winked and put his mouth of my leaking dick and swallowed my cock down to the base.

Damn, I was in heaven. He slowly worked my cock with his mouth and played with my nuts in his hand. Within minutes I shot my load of cum in his mouth. He stood up and kissed me and I could taste my cum in his mouth. Next, he told me to undo his belt, unhook his trousers and take out his cock.

I did exactly what he instructed me to do. I’ll never forget he was wearing a pair of Jockey briefs like Jim Palmer use to model. God, he had such a thick uncut cock. I sucked him some but eventually he told me to stop. He reached in his desk drawer and took out a tube of KY and put some on his fingers. He slowly started touch my hole and inserted one finger. Hell, I was getting hard again but he wouldn’t let me touch my dick. He continued to finger my hole and added a second and third finger.

I had never been fucked before but I knew what was going to happen. The next thing that happened was he sat down in his office chair and had me to sit down on his fat cock. God it hurt but in a good way. I eased myself all the way down on his big dick. I did exactly what he instructed me to do. He was so loving, kissed my neck, rubbed my back and reached around with his hand on touched my balls. I was begging for him to touch my cock. He kept fucking me and without any use of my hand or his....I shot my load up on my stomach while his cock was in me.

What an awesome first time of being fucked by a man I trusted, wanted, admired and had feelings for. We got cleaned up. He drove me home. Came in and spoke to my folks and apologized for keeping me so late. They were just fine and thanked Ron for giving me a ride home. The next day he told me he was going to ask my parents if I could spend the night Saturday night and help him do some painting.

Of course it was fine by them. Saturday when he picked me up he told me we were going to stay up late, watch television in our underwear and watch his fav show. I asked him, “what’s your favorite tv show?” His response was Mission Impossible. To this day I swear Peter Graves reminds me of sucking Ron’s peter when I was a teenager boy.