Mr. Buck's First Time

There was a car in my driveway that I couldn't immediately place, when I pulled in from work. Normally, I would have assumed my son had friends over but he was away visiting his college girlfriend. My wife was out of town for work and my other kids were grown up and out of the house.

I walked through the house and stopped dead in my tracks at the sliding glass backdoor. My son’s best buddy, Anthony Mosetti - “Moose” to just about everyone, was floating in the pool. Moose had gone to Tech on a football scholarship, but when he was at Central High with my son, he was a star on the wrestling team and the football team. Now, he was the starting fullback for Tech.

“Hi, Anthony. You know Teddy isn’t around for a few days, right?” I asked, stepping outside.

“Yeah, I know, Mr. Buck. He said you wouldn’t mind if I came by to swim and cool off.” the college athlete responded, lifting his head, taking off his sunglasses and making eye contact.

I’d noticed it the first time Anthony came over during his summer break. He’d filled out his muscular jock build, but he also seemed more confident. He and my son had been inseparable growing up and their time apart in college hadn’t changed that.

“Why don’t you join me, Mr. B?” He asked earnestly but there was a twinkle in his eye that I couldn’t place.

He’d always been very friendly and articulate with adults, but now he seemed to be looking right through me.

“I’ll take a raincheck, I need to get my workout in.” I said, I tossed him some sunblock. “Don’t get too much sun!” The dad in me was always looking out for my kids' friends.

Seeing Moose in his swim trunks was making me jittery… bringing up some feelings I had long ago pushed down. I thought a good workout would help with that, so I went down to my basement gym and hit the weights hard. I’d played ball in college and tried to keep up with the gym, but there were a few years that I really slacked in that department.

I hit 40 and I found the spark again. I bought some workout equipment for the basement and had expanded my home gym over the last 7 years. Now I have it fully equipped, better than some commercial gyms. Better yet, I’d shed a lot of that middle aged spread and gained a lot of my athletic muscular bulk back. Back to the ex-jock build. I wasn’t a fitness model or anything but I had a mostly-flat, firm, furry belly and a pair of big, hard, and hairy pecs. Not to mention thick quads and round, firm muscle ass. I had been a ball player after all.

As I’m finishing up a set, I hear the basement stairs creak. Down strolled, Moose, still damp from the pool in just his swim trunks. His wide, muscled chest and his ripped abs were now dusted with the same dark hair on his head. I’d noticed that change from last summer immediately. ‘Why did I notice that right away?’ I asked myself before pushing the question from my mind entirely.

“Mind if I get a pump in too, Mr. B?” Moose asked in his normal affable almost fratboy tone.

“Be my guest.” I replied, then couldn’t take my eyes off the rising sophomore college football fullback banging out a set of pullups.

I tried to focus on my workout but I kept catching myself stealing glances and more at Anthony. He didn’t seem to notice, pretty soon we were both sweat drenched and tired from our workouts.

“Ready for that dip?” Moose sidled up to me, pumped up and sweaty, still shirtless in his swim trunks.

I could feel the heat radiating off of him. I looked him up and down, he caught my gaze and grinned, checking me out in return.

“You’re looking good, Mr. B. Back at your playing weight?” Moose asked earnestly as he playfully elbowed me in the ribs like I was his buddy. His eyes lingered on my chest and groin, which were 2 areas where my sweaty workout clothes clung to the most. The kid had a disarming charm about him, not cocky but completely confident and always at ease. He met my eyes and gave me a wink before leading the way upstairs.

“I’ll go get changed and we can cool off in the pool.” I said following him up the basement stairs.

“No need, Mr. B, Kyle and I skinny dip all the time when you and Mrs. B are away.” Moose said nonchalantly.

I laughed, boys will be boys.

“I don’t think that would be appropriate, Anthony.” I chided him before heading to the master suite to get changed.

I don’t know what I expected to be greeted with outside, but it sure wasn’t a naked Anthony Mosetti diving into the deep end. This kid had no shame I thought as I tried to hide my visibly chubbed bulge by getting in the water as quickly as possible.

Moose surfaced and half smirked, taking stock of my bare chest. I know I’m 6’3 but I felt tiny in this 19 year-old’s gaze. There was no denying that I was now rock hard in my trunks.

“You got a great chest, Mr. B. Nice and hairy too.” Moose was getting more blunt with his come on. “Can I touch it?” He asked, floating by on a pool noodle.

I turned beet red. Was he really into me? That couldn’t be, I’m his friends dad and he’s not even gay - that I know of. Even if he was, he’d be into guys his own age. Still, I knew I had to put a stop to whatever this was.

“No, Anthony, that’s not a good idea. I think it should be about time for you to head ho-”

“I’m gonna get something to drink. Want anything, Mr. B?” Moose asked, cutting me off as he rose out of the water up the pool steps.

The water cascaded over him, highlighting his youthful fully pumped musculature. He was a man at 19, he still had some boyish good looks in his face, but he was a man. Then the water flowed over his cock. He had a throbbing, thick cut 8-incher sticking 45 degrees out from his body.

I may have involuntarily moaned but thought I caught myself. His cock was huge but it was also beautiful to look at, evenly thick, and I mean thick with a nicely proportioned full head. I swallowed hard as I watched him fully exit the pool.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt you, Mr. B. It’s time to do what?” He asked with a confident yet pleading expression as his eyes bore a hole through my head.

“I… I… I said… I think we should take this indoors.” I said, making my way to the pool steps.

I was no longer thinking with my big head and I didn’t give a damn. The kid had me. It was clear he’d been aiming at this all day and I played right into his hand. I had butterflies in my stomach, I had no idea what was going to happen and that was part of the excitement.

“Mr B! Looks like you’re a big boy too!” Moose yelped, seeing my bulging trunks.

I blushed and hurried him inside. He stopped just inside the door and turned on a dime. He reached his head up and planted his lips on mine. Our lips parted and I was treated to the most passionate yearning kiss I’d had in my life. I was nearly light headed when I felt his rock hard cock poke against my swim trunk covered thigh and moaned at the sensation.

“Let’s go to your bedroom.” Moose said, grabbing my hand to lead the way as he broke the kiss.

He damn near dragged me along, I felt like I was floating. He almost flung my big bulky body on the bed.

“I’ve had a crush on you for so long.” Moose beamed, his eyes raking over my bared torso.

“What is it you’ve wanted to do with me all this time?” I asked hoarsely.

“To be honest, Mr. Buck, I really want to fuck you.” Moose said without missing a beat or changing his expression.

“Anthony, no. I’ve never even done anything like this with a guy.” I was not quite sure why I was telling him my whole story.

“At all?” Moose asked, almost flabbergasted as if I was crazy.

“At all.”

“Well, then at least let me suck your cock. Please, Mr B. I won’t tell anyone.” Moose’s eyes lit up asking me.

That was more in line with what I had been expecting as he dragged me into my own bedroom. I couldn’t deny I wanted him to suck me. Plus, he was practically begging me.

“Just this once. Not a word to anyone.” I reiterated.

I was barely done with my sentence by the time Moose’s hands were tugging the waistband of my swim trunks down. I lifted my hips to help him along and the trunks were flung across the room like that.

My throbbing uncut, thick 8-incher sprung straight up, and a bead of pearlescent fluid gathered at the exposed piss slit.

“Great piece!” Moose hissed as he descended on it.

He engulfed my cock to the root in one gulp. He’d clearly done this many times before.

“Jesus Christ!” I cried and my toes curled, no one had ever throated me like that before.

Before long he was fucking his own throat on my rigid cock. I leaned back and tried to enjoy it. This smoking hot stud jock was worshiping my cock like it never had been. The way he looked at me, the way he desired me. I was getting close, I tapped him on the shoulder to let him know.

“You gotta hot cock, Mr. B!” Moose said as he pulled off, caught his breath for a second and dove onto my balls.

He bathed them with his tongue before gently sucking on them individually.

“Damnnit! Yeah, get all my nuts.” I moaned, leaning back to give his tongue better access to my nutsac.

Moose gently lifted my thick, muscled thighs so he could lap at my ball bag. I was in heaven. Then I felt his tongue tickle lower. He bathed my taint like he bathed my nuts. All the while, he slowly raised my legs and I knew he was making a play for my ass.

“Anthony I said n-” Gotta hand it to the kid, he had perfect timing.

I cut myself off as his tongue found and grazed the outside of my hole. He dragged his tongue across it again, making more contact.

“That feels amazing.” I groaned.

“Want me to keep going, Mr. B?” He asked, knowing the answer.

“God, yes.” I breathed.

He tongued my trench and the outside of my hole for a few more minutes before suggesting I bend over on the bed. I was in a sex haze, I was rock hard and now on auto pilot following Moose’s words. The new position gave Moose better access to my rear, I hadn’t wanted to put my ass on display but his tongue was magic.

His tongue continued fluttering around my hole, before he started adding more pressure. The pressure amped up the pleasure on my end, I could hear myself moaning but it almost didn’t sound like it was coming from my body. As his tongue dug past my ring I was sure that I was having an out of body experience.

No one had ever played with my ass before, I had no idea it could feel so good. Moose used his tongue skillfully. He was deliberate and precise, digging deeper the louder I groaned. He kept at it, he ate my ass for nearly 30 minutes. My cock was dripping constantly onto the comforter below me, and the extra spit from Moose’s tongue-job dribbled down my taint and balls before joining my precum on the comforter.

His tongue was driving me wild, then I felt it. I felt a finger press into me, slowly entering my asshole. I was about to protest but Moose kept licking the outside and he quickly, and skillfully pressed forward until he found my prostate. I must have moaned like an animal in heat.

“No one’s ever touched your butt-nutt before?” Moose chuckled.

I couldn’t answer, I could only hike my butt back to encourage him to hit the same spot again. He kept working his finger in and out, ramping up the intensity by slipping another digit in, before withdrawing and diving back in tongue first. He was playing my hole like a musical instrument, my cock throbbed and ached for release. I had long ago realized what he was doing, and had every intention of stopping him short of what he wanted. But he was slowly easing down my defenses as he diligently opened up my cherry dad hole.

“Anthony, I want you to fuck me.” I heard myself say from seemingly far away.

“Fuck yeah! You won’t regret, Mr. B!” Moose celebrated as he came up for air.

I knew I would regret it, but at that point I didn’t care.

“Flip over, it’ll go in easier on your back.” Moose instructed, my lack of control on the situation was unnerving to say the least but somehow that added to my excitement.

Moose produced a small bottle of lube, seemingly out of thin air as I flopped onto my back. He quickly grabbed my ankles, the muscles of his body rippling as he placed them on his shoulders. It was all moving so fast now, Moose’s huge slick cock was pressed against my hole.

“Do you have a condom, Anthony?” I asked, I was bleary-eyed with lust but I tried to retain some sense of responsibility.

“I’ll just work the tip in then put a rubber on.” Moose stated more than answered my question.

I nodded my consent. I probably would have agreed to anything in that moment.

“Remember to breathe, Mr. B.” Moose instructed before applying more pressure to my tight assring.

Taking his advice, I tried to breathe deeply and calmly. Moose increased the amount of pressure he was putting on my hole but still couldn’t get in.

“Bear down, Mr. B, that’ll help it go in.”

I complied and soon the perfect cockhead of Moose’s enormous dick penetrated my defenses. I grunted at the intrusion, a sharp pain radiated from the spot, but I could detect some pleasure hiding in the background. His thick cock felt like he was ripping me apart, but I didn’t want him to stop.

“Breathe and relax, Mr. B.” Cooed Moose as his hands roamed my hairy, muscular body.

I closed my eyes, breathing deeply. After a little while, the pain and discomfort began to subside and Moose was able to sneak a few more inches in before giving me another break. Moose had a mischievous grin on his face as I adjusted to his thick cock. I gave him the go ahead to slide more in, when he flicked his hips slightly to the side and his cock punched right into my prostate.

I howled with pleasure as my cock jumped and thumped against my firm stomach smacking into the puddle of precum gathered there. Moose slid past, stretching my virgin hole. Slow, in fits and starts, Moose was able to bury his cock balls deep in me. The discomfort never got too much to bear, I was surprised at how skilled and intuitive Moose was.

“You’re so tight, Mr. B.” Moose almost winced, feeling my tightness.

I couldn’t form words as Moose slowly rocked his hips, at first it was so subtle it was hard to tell if he was doing anything. Slowly, as his massive rod kept rocking back and forth, he was able to slide an inch or 2 each way. It was about all the movement either of us could stand. I couldn’t keep track of what I was feeling, full, discomfort, and plenty of pleasure. All of that coupled with this confident, hunky, 19 year-old taking my cherry; I’d never been more confused but also turned on.

“I’m really close, Mr. B.” Moaned Moose as he grabbed my throbbing cock.

My foreskin slid back and forth over my engorged cockhead, lubed by the steady dripping of precum. It was all too much for me, sensory overload as even Moose’s gentle, small thrusts moved his thick member against my prostate. I’d wanted him to pull out when we started, and had soon progressed to not caring if he did. Now, I wanted him to cum in me.

With a toe-curling grunt, my cock went supernova. Steaming hot jets of cum landed all over my stomach, chest, face, and beyond. I’d never had an orgasm that powerful before, I’d never been fucked before. Through the haze of my pleasure I could tell Moose was blasting my guts with his nut.

It wasn’t the most graceful uncoupling, Moose plopped down on the bed after he extracted his deflating cock from my ass. I felt empty and sore with a dull sense of discomfort with an overall feeling of satisfaction. We lay there for a while basking in the glow.

Moose reached down and felt the outside of my now puffy hole. I couldn’t believe I had this stud’s load in me, my son’s best friend. It was all so fucked up but a turn on at the same time. I decided not to dwell on it right then, making a mental note to dig through my feelings later. I wanted to live in the now, I’d never had the guts to act on the urges I felt, Moose brought out a more daring side to me and I liked it.

“I don’t mean to fuck and run, but I need to be getting home.” Moose broke the silence.

“Anthony, needless to say this goes no further than between us.” I wanted to make sure I made myself clear on this.

“No worries, Mr. B, it’s our little secret.” He winked at me, something about how easy going he was gave me butterflies. His generation was so much more open about things like this. “Thanks for letting me fuck you, you’ve got an incredible ass.” He said bluntly but sincerely, making me blush as he gathered his things to leave.