Mr. Dennis Ford

My best friend Darius Ford and I met in ninth grade in computer class. Both of us were interested in programming, so we often had classes together. Neither of us dated during high school. For me, people thought it was because I was the nerdy type. Darius, on the other hand, was well-built, and at five-ten and a solid one-hundred-fifty pounds, he was an enigma to many of our fellow students. The girls flocked around him; he was friendly, but he never involved himself with any of them.

While he was extremely attractive, I wasn’t interested in him. I’d seen him naked a few times, and I knew he had a nice-sized dick, but he was just a friend. I thought he’d shared everything with me. I’d shared almost everything with him, except for the reason I didn’t date the girls. And, as it turned out, he didn’t date them for the same reason.

One day, I walked to a small convenience store near the edge of town to get a grape soda. The store closest to my house didn’t sell it, and I’d taken a shortcut through a small woods, and as I neared a collapsed building, I heard some noises, moaning noises. I crept closer, and I saw Duffy Brown getting his dick sucked by Darius. After a few minutes, they traded places. A few minutes later, they were both jerking off. I heard that some of the guys helped each other out, but I’d never witnessed it nor had I been invited to such an exercise.

What I saw next really surprised me. The two of them began kissing. I heard one of them say, “I love you.” I turned away and snuck back the way I came. I went back home and considered what I had seen. Now that I knew that Darius and I were both interested in guys. I wondered whether I should tell him.

I pretended not to know anything about Darius’ love affair, and though tempted several times, I didn’t disclose anything to him about my persuasions.

High school graduation came and went, and the two of us enrolled in the local community college. Since our goal was the same degree, we shared all our classes. Darius moved in with his father when his mother moved to another city for work.

Dennis Ford was a thirty-seven-year-old hunk. I met him just before the start of the semester, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was slim but had solid muscles. I’d seen him washing his car one Saturday, and I thought I would die. He was mildly hairy, just enough; I wanted to run my fingers through it. I always hated tattoos, but he had one of barbed wire around his arm, and even now, when I think about it, my dick twitches. He had short brown hair, beautiful green eyes, and a short beard. When he smiled, his strong chin was accentuated.

I used every excuse I could to study with Darius at his house with hopes of getting a glimpse of his father. Over several study sessions, I found out that his mother and father had never married. His mother got pregnant while still in high school, but neither had ever married. He’d never met anyone that his father dated, but he had met several of his mother’s dates. I usually never got to see Mr. Ford, because he was at work, or out, or something.

Just before our mid-term exams, Darius and I were working on a partner project. We went to his house to work. He told me that he could only work on it for about an hour. We wasted no time and were working with full focus when his father arrived.

As it was almost time for him to leave, Darius offered to take me home, but I told him I wanted to keep working. He tried to insist, but his father interrupted, telling him to let me keep working.

“One of us can take him home later,” said Mr. Ford.

I smiled, and I’m not sure why I said it, but I looked at Darius and said, “Say hello to Duffy.”

Darius turned pale.

Almost immediately, I wished that I hadn’t said it.

“Is that the boy you’re seeing?” asked his father.

“Dad!” Darius stood motionless for a few moments. “You know? You both know?”

“I just figured,” said his father.

“And I’ve known since last year. But it’s your business until you tell me.”

“I don’t believe this,” said Darius. “I need to go.”

Darius left, and Mr. Ford sat down at the table in the chair next to mine. “And you, Aaron, do you have a boyfriend or a boy you want to date?”

I looked at him straight in the eyes for the first time. “Only you, Dennis.”

“Me.” It wasn’t a question; he didn’t seem surprised. “That’s the first time you called me Dennis.”

“It’s what I call you in my dreams.” I paused for a moment. “Do you ever think of me in your dreams?”

“I think about you all the time,” he said. “Ever since that day, you watched me wash the car.” He chuckled. “You kept trying to arrange your boner so I wouldn’t notice. You were so fucking cute. I wanted to grab you and hold you and kiss you.” I saw him swallow hard.

I leaned my head toward him.

“I’m old enough to be your father,” he said.

“My father’s fifty-seven. You’re old enough to be my boyfriend, and I’m old enough to be yours.”

He took a deep breath and stood up. “I can take you home, or you can come with me to my bedroom.”

I reached up and interlaced my fingers with his. I stood facing him, and we kissed. His beard was softer than I had imagined, and his tongue tasted like oranges and peaches. If all he had done was to kiss me that night, I could have lived forever on the memory of it. But as he kissed me, his hands moved down and squeezed my ass. I felt myself get hard.

In the following sweeping motion, he pulled his shirt over his head. I put my hands on that sexy hairy chest. Excitement shot through me. I had a brief concern that I might have a stroke from the thrill of it, but he pulled me to him, and I felt warm and safe and loved. I was surprised when he pushed me back. His hand moved to my shirt, and he unbuttoned my shirt. He exposed my chest and abdomen to his kisses before pulling me back to the bedroom.

With our shirts together on the nightstand, Dennis pushed his pants and underwear down and off. His cock stiffened as I watched it. Pushed back on the bed by his strong arms, I felt my clothing slip down off my feet, and I sat up on the edge of the bed, naked. He stood nude before me, and I reached out to him. I wrapped my hands around his erection and drew him closer. I kissed his abs and then ran my tongue down his treasure trail before opening my mouth to take my first cock. I licked away the pre-cum forming on his slit, and on my first attempt, I got about half of him into my mouth. I attempted to take more, but only three-fourths of his rod fit in my mouth before the head pushed against the entrance to my throat. I started to gag, so I pulled back.

For several minutes, I moved my lips up and down his shaft. I held the base of his dick with my right hand and wrapped the fingers of my left hand around his balls. The guttural moans told me that he enjoyed what I was doing, and I was glad I’d watched videos and paid attention to what the guys were doing.

A slight twitch in his cock as I sucked it caused him to withdraw and push me onto my back. One of his hands rested on my chest while the other held my dick. He plunged his mouth down and took my entire shaft into his mouth. His tongue seemed to wrap itself around me as his lips massaged me up and down. My head involuntarily forced itself back onto the bed as light-headedness overwhelmed my brain. He moved his head upward so that his lips encircled the head of my cock. I can only describe the suction as awesome. His tongue action, back and forth across the frenulum, caused my hands to ball into fists as my teeth clenched together.

Then his mouth abandoned my cock. His arms spread my legs, and his tongue pushed itself against my hole. His tongue made brief popping noises as it moved against my hairless ass. I was sure that the intense had reached its crescendo and would kill me when his tongue pushed its way into my hole.

“Oh, fuck,” I squealed between teeth still clenched in response to the sensations I had experienced for the first time. Again and again, he assaulted my hole with his tongue, and then he plunged a finger into me.

A huge squirt of precum oozed from my penis in response, and within minutes, he was finger fucking me with two fingers. I was dizzy; I’d never felt such pleasure.

His hands pushed me toward the center of the bed; he grabbed my knees and spread them apart. Dennis moved his face to mine and kissed me. I could feel his hardon pushing against me. I reached my hand down to align the head with my hole, and the tip of his shaft popped into me. Both of us gasped at the same instant, and he began short thrusts and withdrawals that eventually led to his entire cock being inside me. At that point, I wanted him so badly that I pulled my legs even farther apart. He had full access.

His lovemaking was slow at first. We kissed several times as he moved in and back, but I wanted more; I wanted it faster, as forceful and as deep as it would go. He soon sped up. I could hear his balls slap against my ass. Dennis leaned back, changing the angle of his penetration. I grabbed his chest and pleaded with him. “I want you me.” My dick erupted and covered us with my semen. I moaned in pleasure.

Dennis pushed his dick into me hard and fast. I squeezed his nipples, and in one instant, he grunted, and I felt his cock pump his seed into me. His abs twitched with each shot, and when he collapsed onto me, I wrapped my arms around him.

“Oh, Aaron,” he said.

“I love hearing you say my name,” I told him.

Dennis raised his head and studied me. He said nothing. I felt him slip out of me, and I could tell that the large amount of semen he had deposited within me had begun to leak out.

“What is it?” I asked. My insecurities were on high alert.

He rolled over and pulled me on top of him. “The way I feel now is the way I’ve always wanted to feel but never thought I would.” He hugged me tightly.

I was his. Did this mean he was mine?